Lao Dao still refused Otsen's help,

Because Lao Dao felt that Otsen's move was a little inexplicable,

This is the territory of the Chinese, the Chinese have lost something in their own territory, how can their own police not bother to look for it?

Do you need to meddle in your business, a foreigner?

Co-author: Do you think you are a foreigner, and if you lose something, the police will be more attentive, and your family will not care if you lose something?

What a reason!

The foreigner's heart will not die, and the old way will never be fooled!

Lao Dao gave Otsen a roll of his eyes, looked like he didn't know what to do, and ran to the police station to call the police.

Otsen shrugged his shoulders a little awkwardly, and seeing Zhou Ze looking at him, he said helplessly:

"I just wanted to do me a favor."

"Thank you."

Zhou Ze responded.

"You're the owner of this shop, aren't you?"

Otsen sat down next to Zhou Ze.

"Yes."

"I've always dreamed of opening my own bookstore, and I have to be like you, in the downtown area, this kind of day is really wonderful."

"You can try."

If you're not afraid of losing money.

Seeing that Zhou Ze's attitude towards him was a little cold, Otsen immediately said:

"I like your Chinese culture very much."

"It's like a British meeting."

"What do you mean?"

"It's all nonsense."

"I really like Chinese culture, I'm different from other people." At the same time, he got up, took a Chinese textbook from the desk of the middle school student next to him, flipped through it, and read it to Zhou Ze:

"If the soldier will be angry, the corpse will be ambushed, and the blood will be shed for five steps, and the world will be vegetarian, and it will be today."

Ottson read the words aloud in a straight voice, and at the same time said to Zhou Ze:

"I can also understand the meaning here, and I admire the character of the protagonist Tang Ju who is not afraid of power, very much like our ancestors who fought the wind and waves at sea back then."

Icelanders consider themselves to be descendants of the Vikings, also known as Vikings.

And what Otsen just read was actually an excerpt from "Tang Ju's Mission".

This article has been selected as a textbook in many places, and many people have been asked to memorize it by their teachers when they go to school.

probably means that King Qin pretended to force Tang Ju for a while,

Tang Ju took out a sword and said to King Qin, if you force me again, I will hack you to death,

King Qin immediately relented and shouted:

"It smells so good."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette,

Spit out a puff of smoke rings,

Well

Didn't bother with him.

"Sir, do you still think I don't know about traditional Chinese culture?"

Zhou Ze shook his head and said:

"If you really understand, you should understand that this story is fake."

"Fake? He is from the book "Warring States Policy". ”

"It's a fake, use your clever head and think about it,

When King Qin summoned Tang Ju, Tang Ju was able to walk to the main hall with a long sword on his back, is it possible?

What's more, King Qin had already experienced the lesson of Jing Ke's assassination of Qin before, and besides, Tang Ju was already in his nineties at that time. ”

"............" Otsen.

Zhou Ze shook the soot,

frankly

When I was in school, I also felt very uncomfortable reciting this classical Chinese text, because you knew that it was fake, and you still had to memorize it, and you had to deduct points if you made a mistake in the exam.

Otsen returned the book,

sat back in his original position,

While pinching the dried tea and putting it in his mouth, he fell into deep thought.

In the afternoon, a few middle school students went back, and Otsen settled the account at Yingying under Zhou Ze's gaze and left.

"Are foreigners so rich? The 888 yuan package is really sold. ”

The white warbler is a little incredible,

Things like dried tea, cloud chips, cakes, and rice wine were not rare items in her time, let alone now.

"Something, plus national characteristics, is valuable, this is called cultural added value."

Zhou Ze remembered that when he was in college in his last life, he had a roommate who lived in Xichuan, and he used it as fun to tell everyone that they had taken the initiative to order a batch of national costumes that he had never seen in his own village to develop tourism, and when tourists came, his mother and his aunt greeted them for a while:

"Tourists are coming, wear clothes and cheat money!"

Then everyone put on those custom-made clothes and ran to the gate of the village to perform and attract tourists.

got up and stretched, it was almost dusk, and the heat outside had also decreased, Boss Zhou simply walked out of the store, squatting on the side of the road and smoking.

Lao Dao ran back happily, holding his mobile phone high in his hand.

"Got it back?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well, I found it back, the police comrades at the police station called up the surveillance, helped Poor Dao identify the suspect, and then most of the people in the police station went out to help Poor Dao find it, and after working for most of the day, they finally caught the thief, and helped Poor Dao chase the mobile phone back, and the thief was also caught.

Comrade police officers still care about the people and serve the people wholeheartedly! ”

"Hmm." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Poor Dao is going to send a pennant over tomorrow." The old man was very interested.

"Yes."

"Boss, do you eat ice powder?"

Lao Dao asked, pointing to a stall across the road.

Zhou Ze didn't notice that there was actually a stall opposite, it stands to reason that stalls are not allowed in this area, and it is estimated that he is also engaged in guerrilla warfare.

The stall sells ice powder, which is a Sichuan delicacy, which is a good product to relieve the heat in summer.

"Bring me one, don't add any spices."

Saying that, Zhou Ze also took out his own other side flower oral liquid and took a sip.

"Great!"

Lao Dao went to buy two servings of ice powder and squatted on the curb with his boss to eat.

Zhou Ze's portion is sour plum juice ice powder, which is very refreshing, while Lao Dao's portion is filled with a lot of spices such as brown sugar peanuts, which looks particularly rich.

Eating and eating,

A black van drove over there, with the words "law enforcement" written on the side of Zhou Ze and Lao Dao, and the word "chengguan" on the other side.

The car stopped,

Down four or five chengguan.

Two of them are still familiar faces, when Zhou Ze asked Lao Dao to sweep the road to contribute to the creation of a sanitary city, Lao Dao was sent back by those two chengguans.

The two also saw the two people squatting here eating ice powder together,

One of them raised his hand and greeted:

"Yo, father and son are eating!"

"Poof!"

Lao Dao was so frightened that he squirted out the ice powder in his mouth,

Because the spray is too fast,

Even the nasal cavity is sprayed out together,

There are also a lot of peanuts stuck to it.

Zhou Ze didn't say anything, and continued to eat with a disposable spoon.

A few chengguan ran over and said something to the stall owner,

The stall owner is an old woman with white hair,

Talking and talking,

The old grandmother began to continue to make ice powder,

Several chengguan people carried several boxes in their hands and gave money, and the grandmother ran out of ice powder, so she obediently pushed the stall car and left, and repeatedly promised that she would not come here again tomorrow to set up a stall.

The others drove back with the ice powder, probably to distribute the ice powder to colleagues in the unit.

The young chengguan who had greeted Lao Dao before came over with an ice powder in his hand, and squatted down on the curb with him to eat.

After he crouched down,

Lao Dao was uncomfortable, for fear that this upright little brother would "speak amazingly" again and kill himself.

"This ice powder, I'm really not used to eating it,"

The little brother of the city manager took a few bites and said helplessly.

If it weren't for the old lady to collect the stall early, they wouldn't have bought the rest, it's not expensive, but it's really not used to eating.

Ice powder is more popular in Sichuan, but it is not in line with the taste of Tongcheng people, especially when a lot of seasoning ingredients are generally added to it, but it is refreshing and refreshing like Zhou Ze.

"It's still not as delicious as our jelly." The little brother of the city manager said.

Zhou Ze nodded,

I think so.

In my previous life, when I was working in the hospital, I was assigned to a medical team and went to Xichuan to support for a month, where I was not used to eating, but I suffered myself.

Zhou Ze still clearly remembered that a young doctor in the same department as himself at that time deliberately went to the small stall below to buy a large piece of cold noodles and came back and asked Zhou Ze to eat it together.

At first, Zhou Ze refused, because he really couldn't enjoy the taste of the local cold noodles cut into strips, peppers, vinegar and minced garlic.

But the young doctor just asked the boss for a few garlic and a little soy sauce.

The garlic was crushed and some soy sauce was added, and the cold powder was cut into large squares like mahjong, and Zhou Ze ate and drank with him for most of the night on this plate of dishes.

That kind of taste, Zhou Ze has never forgotten.

Unfortunately, the doctor who ate jelly with him later concealed the fact of his illness when treating a patient due to medical exposure, causing him to also be infected.

At that time, he had already sent out wedding invitations.

He didn't survive, it can be said that he was weak, or it can be said that he was not strong enough, and he finally chose to jump from a tall building and end himself up.

Alas.

"Boss, boss?"

When Zhou Ze was squatting there and falling into thoughts, Lao Dao reached out and gently "poked" Zhou Ze's shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze came back to his senses.

"Well, boss, you didn't hear clearly, this little brother said that he wanted to invite me to his house to do a ritual."

Zhou Ze looked at the little brother of the city manager with some surprise.

"It was my mother's request, not me, I don't believe this, but my mother is a rural person, and I want to ask for peace of mind, and in a few days it will be my father's tenth anniversary."

"Oh."

Zhou Ze looked at Lao Dao again,

"You can go."

"No, boss, I want you to go with me."

"Father and son soldiers."

The little brother of the city manager said with a smile.

"Can you stop talking!"

Lao Dao stood up and yelled at the little brother of the city manager.

mmp，

You want to go underground to meet your father, I don't want to go!

The little brother of the city manager is inexplicable.

And at this time,

Lao Dao stretched out his hand behind his back and motioned for Zhou Ze to look at the back of the little brother in the city management.

Zhou Ze turned his head sideways and looked over,

found that I don't know when Lao Dao had already pasted a rune paper on the back of the little brother of the city manager.

This product has now developed a good habit of sticking talisman paper wherever it goes, right?

Ancestral rune paper is like dog skin plasters on telephone poles on the street.

Last time, I went to the toilet and stuck the toilet,

This time, it was posted casually to passers-by.

But

Zhou Ze still saw what Lao Dao wanted him to see,

In the position of the talisman paper on the back of this little brother,

A black palm print emerged............