The "foodie brand" backpack looks not eye-catching, and when it is the turn to stuff things, it can truly reflect its benefits, it can really be described as a treasure bag, miscellaneous things, you just stuff it, not to mention stuffing a blanket-like big shawl, even stuffing a thin quilt is not a problem.

However, although there are a lot of stuff stuffed in the "foodie brand" backpack, there is no magic in the end, and you can't turn a large suitcase into a matchbox like in Harry Potter, but the weight of the suitcase can really be as light as a matchbox, and it doesn't take half an effort to lift the weight. It's not like Jiang Jieyun's three rice buckets, who ate a stomach full of things, and walked and jumped as it was said, without being affected at all.

As for the "foodie" backpack, it is as heavy as it should be, and it is completely determined by the total weight of what it swallows.

Naturally, snail star people travel, although they like to climb slowly with their heavy shells, but in the case of male friends, the shell is still done by Jiang Jieyun, who has good physical strength, and she doesn't have to work hard to do it herself, so she stuffs things and tries her best to be more generous.

It's so easy, the grinding snail star stuffed her "foodie brand" backpack and handed it to the male pot friend who was not losing strength to carry it, and the family had been waiting for this slow snail for a long time, Li Caifeng waited even more impatiently, and scolded angrily and funny there, tell me who you look like when you grind, ah? None of you or I can grind like you. How else to say that you are an old lady, I don't think the average old lady is as good as you!

An Xiaoran dared to reply and hummed quietly, of course, people are not ordinary, she was slapped on the back of the head by her mother, Ms. Li Caifeng, that is, ordinary old ladies would not be so fierce.

Ordinary old ladies, don't you dare to shoot people like this, okay? What should you do if you get a good shot?

This little complaint, An Xiaoran dared to roll in her stomach a few times, muttered a few words secretly, and didn't dare to say it again if she had the guts.

When I got downstairs, the boss finished sleeping, and was already sitting behind the front desk reading with a soft lamp above his head.

An Ran glanced at it and found that he was looking at an old version of Tianlong Babu, although there was no book cover, and the book was also worn to a certain extent, obviously it had been turned many times, but it could also be seen that the appearance was also very upright, not rolled or folded. I don't know which chapter he saw, it was probably the key chapter, but he was smiling and attentive, and he read it with relish.

No matter how developed the media is, no matter how rich the forms of entertainment are, the charm of words is still unstoppable, because compared with specific images, words will always leave people with a fuller and broader imagination space, so that the majority of brains can play freely.

And the enjoyment that popular literature and serious literature bring to people is never the same, in fact, there is no difference between each other, and they cannot replace each other.

Jiang Jieyun and the others didn't care whether the boss was enjoying it at this time, and directly stepped forward to say hello, pulling the boss who was caught in the boundless brain supplement back to the real world from the world of rivers and lakes and martial arts.

“…… Yes. Suddenly interrupted reading, the boss's eyes were still confused for a moment, and after a moment of trance, he realized that it was a guest staying in his own store standing in front of him, not a hero, "This is going out?" ”

After a simple greeting, the group stood in a row and got out from the bottom of the half-pulled roller shutter door, and suddenly came out of the dimly lit indoor to the sunny outdoors, and several people squinted together, then turned around and went to the backyard to get the bicycle, and did not ride, but slowly walked in the direction pointed by An Ran.

Because I had the map I had drawn before, and I reviewed the notes I had taken before, my vague memories came alive again.

An Ran took everyone, mainly her parents, to some of the old houses with special stories that she had highlighted at the beginning.

Different from the quiet surroundings when traveling in the morning, people who have kept watch all night, especially children, have already made up for sleep, even if they are sleepy at this time.

Children's energy is always endless, especially in the New Year, when you can have fun at will, almost a race against time, after a good night's sleep, almost can't take care of eating more, just pick up two bites, you have to call friends to run out with all kinds of firecrackers to play their own, and then usually chase the helpless and angry nagging of parents, afraid that they will be hungry, and repeatedly explain their various safety problems.

The children were completely regarded as the wind in their ears, and they didn't even care to give a response to the parents, and their hearts had already been occupied by play, and their souls were like monkeys in their hands, almost screaming happily and soaring into the sky.

On the originally empty street, with the children's haunted figures, it immediately became lively and lively, as if waking up from a deep sleep, even if it was still the oncoming wind, but in a trance, people heard the footsteps of spring step by step chasing the children's running figures, moving, running.

Regardless of the streets and alleys, regardless of the old or new houses, the doors of every household are pasted with red Spring Festival couplets, decorated with colorful blessing characters, pasted upside down, and hanging notes swaggering with the breeze, dogs barking and roosters barking incessantly by the laughter of children and firecrackers, and the scolding and scolding of adults.

From the street to the alley, because of the alley, the old-fashioned houses are the mainstay, and the more you can feel the taste of traditional folk customs.

In particular, there are some customs that are different from other places, such as the tradition of hanging fishstreams in every household during the Spring Festival.

The Tsugen fishstreamers are very different from the carp streamers hung by boys in Japan, which look like a pocket with a carp pattern depicted on it, and when the wind blows, the whole body puffs up, and there is a windmill at the top of the flagpole.

The fish streamers in the Jinyuan area are closer to the flag in appearance, that is, the strips of cloth with fish patterns depicted, and the end is connected, and the shape is more exaggerated, and the fish painted on the fish streamers are also different, and most of them are marine fish.

When hanging, it is generally hung under the eaves, and people in the city do not have eaves, so they can only keep pace with the times and hang the flag next to the gate or on the side of the window.

There is no regulation on the number of streamers to be hung, but both the number of fish in each string of flags and the number of flags flown are generally even. Anyway, you are happy to hang a few strings, hang a few strings, hang as long as you like.

The metaphor is simple, what the people on the beach are asking for is a bumper harvest of fish every year.

Legend has it that in the early years, there was a poor old fisherman, son, daughter-in-law all died in the shipwreck, the old fisherman was old and frail, could not go out to sea with others to fish, in the small boat can row a small boat to catch some small fish and shrimp in the offshore sea to survive, barely make a living. During the Chinese New Year, other people's families are happy, with fish and meat. When they arrived at their house, they could only eat bran vegetables. The old couple touched the scene and wiped tears behind their backs.

In order to comfort the old couple, they used the remaining rags at home to make a string of fish streamers and hang them under the eaves, and the wind blew like a real fishing return to harvest a string of sea fish, and persuaded the grandparents to say, when I grow up and practice my skills, I will turn this string of fish streamers into real fish and hang them under the eaves, so that you two can live a comfortable and comfortable life, and eat and wear a good life.

This is also "Wangmei quenches thirst", asking for comfort in my heart, the old couple is not comforted or not, An Ran thought, probably the little granddaughter is trying to make the old man and the old lady happy, and the old man and the old lady may not be forced to laugh.

Some people laughed at this family when they saw it, there were no fish at home, and they hung fake fish to pretend to be wide, which was really a poor life.

Strange to say, I don't know which god entered the eyes of this family's hard but dear days, and in the turn of the year, when the old man went out to sea again to fish, he returned from the sea again and again, and reaped a bumper harvest.

Not only were the neighbors around him surprised, but even the old man himself was surprised, obviously he used to fish around the coastal waters, and often returned empty-handed, without cleaning up at all. Now it's the opposite, sometimes the net is not cast, and the fish jumps into the boat on its own as if attracted by something.

Gradually, some fishermen wanted to pick up the cheap ones and followed the old man's boat to see him put their nets in, and they followed him wherever they went. But the strange thing is that the old man went down to the net, and the fish in the net were fat, and they followed the net, but they couldn't catch a shell in the net, how to scatter it, how to collect it.

In the blink of an eye, it is another year of Spring Festival, the old man's family through this year's adventures and luck, privately feel that it is not the little granddaughter in the first year to hang the kind of colorful fish-shaped flag has some kind of magical effect, anyway, no one does not like to be lucky, so they once again hung a string of colorful fish-shaped flags under the eaves, hoping for a good harvest in the coming year.

Some careful people also privately feel that the old man's family in the first year of the cold hanging of the string of colorful fish flags, this year's good luck is only afraid that it really has something to do with this color fish flags, so they have all made color fish flags and hung them.

People have a herd mentality, and this kind of gossip is often the fastest spreading, and in the past year, the strange things of the old man's family returning from the net again and again have also spread almost everyone in the township and neighborhood.

Since then, year after year, the locals of Jinyuan have begun to have the tradition of hanging colorful fish flags during the Spring Festival.

An Ran and their way all the way to see the colorful fish flags hanging in front of the eaves of their houses, while listening to the tour guide of Ontario University tell this legend that does not sound so reliable.

Derivation. Ink. High. Small. Say. Net』