In fact, the food festival has not officially opened, and the one-stop street of eating and drinking is already crowded with people, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that there are shoulder to shoulder. Foreigners with big noses are like wild dogs off the leash, taste here and sit there, just take a bite of food, China really doesn't need the affirmation of foreign people.

Lao Zhang couldn't stand the crowding, but in order to save incense for the Candle Yin Great Dragon God, he had to dance in front of the onlookers, a dilemma.

There are about seven or eight miles away from Bailongwei Village, a little north of the Crouching Tiger Tower, and the boundary lakes are not big, but there is a characteristic that the lakes are connected to each other. The Ulva in the lake can hook out the greedy insects in the stomach, the awning boat on the water is rubbed with tung oil, the shiny hull pushes forward, with the blue and white homespun cloth shirt, the aunt who rocks the boat can also become a Jiangnan landscape and humanities painting.

Boat Niang, a beautiful and beautiful species that can sing and grow to put it bluntly, is really not something that Lao Zhang can afford to consume at this stage, and she will not appear in this realm, so she has to go to Taihu Lake.

Next to the Crouching Tiger Tower, there is a Soochow Academy of Fine Arts, where pottery making, porcelain burning, painting and so on are taught, and a nest of international students gather there. The water and soil are good, the scenery is also good, and there have been famous chefs since ancient times, so you don't have to think about where to eat when you eat and drink, but how much it costs.

"Tsk."

Near the Academy of Fine Arts is the Eighteen Lakes, eighteen small lakes are connected together, and most of the people who came out to rebel like to behead chickens here. Although Lao Zhang didn't know why, he felt very sharp.

Februaryhong is a place name, planted a maple tree, there are also a hundred and twenty years of the scene, once a garden of the old man's house, and then it fell, it has become a good place for the masses of people to cultivate themselves.

And here, there are often groups of international students gathering for dinner.

The old grandfathers who walked around the bend also pushed their grandchildren, looked at the lakes and mountains, and cultivated their sentiments.

As for Lao Zhang, who has no artistic beauty, he was directly ignored by the broad masses of the people and friends at home and abroad.

However, when he pulled out the fishing rod, it slightly attracted the attention of the casual crowd.

"That's it for today."

The "Shenzhou" went a little farther today, and if the hunting range was expanded in the future, Zhang Ze pondered that he would have to change his means of transportation.

The focus of Gao Fushuai is rich, and the other two are just incidental characteristics. Lao Zhang now earns 1,000 a day, and has basically reached the life of a dog in the mouth of the majority of braggart lovers.

Throwing the hook without any sense of beauty, the international students who were lying on the turf not far away were carrying canned beer in their hands and squirting it out in one gulp.

Swish!

The snow-white fish with twisting bodies was shining in the sun, and the sparkling waves trembled and made Lao Zhang's back quite tall.

"Oh, look at that man!"

Someone pointed at it from afar, and everyone looked at it.

Lao Zhang couldn't understand what they were saying, because the student seemed to be speaking Slavic. It is estimated that it is either Russian or Ukrainian Maozi, and maybe it may be white Maozi.

A foot-long white silk was thrown into the bucket, Lao Zhang collected the thread, and then threw it again.

Far away, with a little ripple, the line tightened violently. Zhang Ze, who quickly closed the line, made the eyes of this group of international students widen, and they looked at the almost perverted Lao Zhang like a monster.

"This man is incredible!"

"Oo......oo

There were boys screaming there.

"It can't be the Xixi fish essence, right?"

The old man with the child asked suspiciously.

"Housheng, Xixi's?"

"Well, Zhang Zhuang's."

Ouch, I'll go, it's really Xixi fish essence.

Regarding the rumors about the fish essence of Xixi, there has been a bit of a miraculous rush within a radius of twenty miles recently. But after the old men saw why the legend was a legend, they immediately stopped talking.

This Nima is too ferocious.

Zhang Ze continued to dance in front of the crowd of onlookers, and a group of international students couldn't help but take out their mobile phones to make a video of a powerful character. This is simply the best talk to brag about going back to the dormitory.

Lao Zhang Xin said that only by being embarrassed can you collect the power of incense, and if you are secretly photographed, you can take a secret photo, anyway, he is not the best actor in X-Zhaomen. Mr. Chen said that art comes from the inside out.

After learning Su Qi'er to beat the dragon with eighteen palms and only beat seventeen palms and then call it a day, Zhang Ze packed up a bucket of white silk in the eighteen zi lake, and immediately left Februaryhong in the amazed eyes of the onlookers and international friends.

After a port, the "Shenzhou" stopped in front of a teahouse, put away the household goods, and bought a bottle of sour plum juice. Suddenly, a girl on the side asked Lao Zhang in half-baked English, "How did you do it?" ”

"What?"

"Fishing, fast fishing."

The girl made a hook gesture, a pair of opal-like eyes, so deep that people want to lick it. As for the long tan hair, it is tied with a bow of locally made blue and white silk, and the long braid on the shoulders is even more playful.

There is no pale to somewhat sickly texture of the skin of the Nordic race, nor the wheat color of the Latin race, it is a kind of white, the beauty of the traditional domestic skin, but it has the style of the northern region.

The most important thing is that she is very beautiful and at the same time very young, and Lao Zhang can feel it.

Grunt.

The sour plum juice made Lao Zhang stunned, and the chick smiled lightly, and the rare pear vortex was like the finishing touch: "I'm from Russia, Vladivostok." ”

"Where?"

This chick looked at it, and suddenly was slightly happy, she came to China, every time she said Vladivostok, the Chinese would say oh, and then say, it is Vladivostok. This made the chick very unhappy, and felt that the Chinese were always worried about their homeland in Russia, which must be ill-intentioned, and would definitely add to the friendly exchanges between the Chinese and Russian peoples.

It's really pleasant to have an unknown one pop up suddenly.

"There are so many powerful people in China."

Her terrible English made Lao Zhang not react to what she said just now, and when she came back to her senses and realized that it was Vladivostok, Lao Zhang directly pretended to be stupid.

"Russians are famous all over the world." That's right, the log carried by the US imperialist marines, Nima and Aunt Slavic can get it directly. Not to mention that when you are drunk, you can cripple a bear, and when you are drunk, you can dance with a Siberian tiger in a saber dance.

Fighting the nation, professional death.

When this chick heard that the fishing master in front of her actually held up our Russian people like this, she immediately smiled: "I believe that the people of our two countries will become more and more friendly." ”

That's for sure, I'm thinking about how to coax you to be friendly to the standard room of the hotel now.

"For the sake of friendship between the two countries, I invite you to a drink." As he spoke, Lao Zhang turned his head and beckoned to the teahouse owner, "Sour plum juice, chilled and sweetened." ”

"Thank you."

"My name is Zhang Ze, and I live nearby."

"Mia, Mia Markova."

For Mia Vladimievna Markova, who is only 16 years old this year, it is not as simple as another country, it is another civilization. The reason why she studied abroad in Northeast China and North China was mainly because her mother was engaged in the silk business, so she came to Pingjiang to study silk at the Soochow Academy of Fine Arts. But because of the mixed Tatar and Tuvan blood, the compatriots west of the Ural Mountains did not take her with them at all.

To put it bluntly, her friends bullied her.

As for the Chinese classmates, the girls who come to the Academy of Fine Arts are either local tyrants or turtles at home, and the dormitory war and scheming tearing contest are not something that she can figure out as a chick who goes straight to Mao Ziguo. didn't sell people to make a big health care and make extra money as a mascot, even if it was her family, God bless.

So, a beautiful chick in Mao Ziguo, who needs a friend, accidentally came into contact with a local turtle with an unknown personality out of curiosity. This turtle has a varicocele temperament from childhood to adulthood, and no one knows whether this belly is bad or black.

"Good name." Zhang Ze praised it, and then said to Miya, "Are you interested in participating in the food festival?" I have an invitation card and I can taste the food at any of the pù restaurants on the day. Of course, there is a spending cap. ”

Although Xie Manjun doesn't give many benefits, this invitation card and Baiweizhai silver card can be regarded as handy.

Food, although Maozi's caviar is high-grade, but not for the sake of pretending to be forced to eat the Chinese really can't stand the taste. As for the pickled cucumber with red sausage in Leba kvas, that's a matter of opinion. Because of the geography and climate diet in the high latitudes, the shelf life of the human hair girl will suddenly enter the big waist and round aunt period from adolescence, but if you go south to China, eat it, you can eat hard, eat all over China, you are a demon body.

Lao Zhang's invitation card is not something that cats and dogs can get, and there are only two places in each store. Otherwise, which leader's dog son is not given?

"Food Festival! I...... It's so ......."

"For the friendship of the Chinese and Russian peoples." Lao Zhang brazenly lifted the bottle of sour plum juice, and then touched Mia. Judging by his experience of working overtime in Zhonghai, Mao Mei wraps a quilt with you, and what she wants is an atmosphere.

The atmosphere has arrived, and it is not a dream to go to the hotel overnight to fight 300 rounds. Of course, it is better to expect that Mao Mei will love you until you are old, it is better to expect that you are the president of Russia, and the emperor will be divorced.

With impure thoughts and purposes, Lao Zhang and the sixteen-year-old exotic chick left their numbers, and then, with a slight smile, stepped onto the "Shenzhou": "I'll pick you up that day." ”

"Thanks, I'll wait for you."

Zhang Ze smiled, and said secretly in his heart: Go back to buy a car, you have to pay for it.

I can't bear the child, and I can't trap the she-wolf.