Winter throat winter Qiang!

A burst of drums accompanied by the sound of gongs suddenly attracted the attention of Zhang Chi and others.

Hahahaha!

A burst of laughter immediately rippled through the crowd, with the adults laughing and the children snorting at their throats.

What caught my eye was the team of the Weihua boat, a group of old men dressed up in brilliant colors, with powder, blush on their faces, and some of them had a big black mole on the corner of their mouths.

If you don't look closely, you won't find that these people are all American gentlemen.

Of course, it's not easy to find out if you can't find them, because many of Amber's men like to grow beards, that is, to grow beards, and all kinds of long beards with bells and whistles for women's clothes, the comedic effect is suddenly pulled up.

When these Americans saw it, they thought it was a Chinese-style clown, so they didn't make any moves to attract the onlookers to laugh.

One of the characteristics of Americans is that people go crazy.

When there are few people, it is not enjoyable, and the more people there are, the more energetic they are, so when they first entered the market, a group of old cowboys pretending to be boatmen and boatwives were still a little awkward.

But as they entered the field, the surrounding crowd continued to cheer, and they all gradually let go, twisting one wave after another, and the action was called one bigger than the other.

This group of old men of the flower boat twisted out of the fancy style, and the surrounding atmosphere followed, and soon there were some people who loved to be lively, and happily jumped into the flower boat team and twisted up.

Many Americans can dance, and their lives have been full of dance parties since they were young, so it is not an exaggeration to say that these people can sing and martial arts.

Twisting and turning, these people developed a sense of rhythm, and the original Chinese Weihua boat also changed its taste, combined with the small dances nearby.

Originally, the tune of the winter throat dripping was instantly changed to the rhythm of the small dance here, and Huan Yingying was just a little skewered by the big drums and gongs.

As soon as this little dance started, the surrounding crowd became even more excited, and more and more people joined in.

So there was a circle of concentric circles, the circle in the center was the group of old men of Amber in the flower boat, and the outer circle was the first to join in.

Such a circle is set in a circle, almost seven or eight circles, and the scale of hundreds of people.

Zhang Chi and Merika naturally followed, and everyone shouted together, and soon Zhang Chi forgot about other things, such as helping his parents to support the scene.

In fact, Zhang Chi also knows that so many people are not afraid that there are things that cannot be sold, just like Zhang Chi heard a boss who does business at the train station say before, selling things here, even if you sell, there are good things to buy and want to buy two lumps to taste salty.

After jumping for about twenty minutes, Zhang Chi and Merika were both slightly sweating, and the two carefully squeezed out.

It's not that I'm afraid of sweating, but Xiao Huizhi was finally woken up by the unreliable Lao Tzu Niang, the little guy didn't cry or make trouble here, and after a while, he howled in his throat.

The two of them knew at a glance that their daughter was either urinating or pulling, or she was going to breastfeed, and it was not easy to do these three things in front of this group, so the two of them found out of the crowd and found a place where there were no people.

Merika changed Xiao Hui's diaper, and Zhang Chi opened his coat and stood in the limelight to block the wind for his daughter-in-law.

After changing, Xiao Huizhi stopped crying, and looked around curiously with her eyes.

Zhang Chi hugged his daughter and merged into the crowd again, at this time he didn't dance, but began to turn along the outermost circle.

The outermost circle is a road, a snack road surrounded by food stalls, not only Chinese snacks, but also Lao Mo, that is, Mexican snacks, what corn rings, burritos or something, and even Zhang Chi also saw a Thai food stall.

In short, there are all kinds of people, and I don't know where so many people make snacks.

In the Chinese New Year, Zhang Chi walked for almost 100 meters with his daughter in his arms, but he didn't see a Chinese food stall, so Zhang Chi didn't know what to say for a while.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Zhang Chi to see a person selling rock sugar gourds, as for the stall owner, it was not his grandfather Zhang Jiaren and grandmother Miao Guifang.

"Now we don't have to help our grandparents become popular."

Merica looked at the line in front of the stall and smiled at her husband.

Zhang Chi nodded and hummed.

It is true that there is no need to create popularity for grandparents, because now the front of their small stall is very popular, and there is a long queue, directly in front of their stall to make two turns, and there are almost twenty or thirty people queuing in front.

"Shhh

Zhang Chi couldn't help but take a breath when he saw the price marked on the stall, feeling that his grandparents were serious businessmen.

Five pieces of sugar gourd, that's five dollars! It's really unimaginable for Zhang Chi.

Hawthorn is home-made, the skewer is simple, this thing is directly imported from China, cheap is really cheap, that is to say, in addition to labor costs, there is almost no cost, and then five dollars a string.

Zhang Chi, who watched it, felt that he might as well come to sell rock sugar gourds tomorrow.

Leaning over, Zhang Chi found that the pot was boiling with sugar, grandpa was wrapping sugar here, and grandma was skewering hawthorn here, while waiting for his wife to wrap the sugar and hand it over to the front customer after it cooled.

The old lady didn't know much about American money, but there were numbers on the dollar, and she didn't know the money, but she knew how to count, so she gave her twenty, and she found someone fifteen, and if she gave her ten, she found someone five.

Zhang Chi watched it for a long time, and there was nothing wrong with the old lady.

"Grandma!"

"Da Chi, take Xiaomei to play first, it's lively today......" The old lady said while busy, it seemed that she wanted to send her grandchildren and daughter-in-law away quickly, because she was too busy, busy making money and had no time to talk to the little couple.

"Let's come over and help," Merika said.

Miao Guifang immediately said: "No, no, you play your go."

Zhang Chi and Merika had no choice but to hold the child and continue to follow the crowd.

originally thought that the three of them were spread together, but who knew that they were not together, and they didn't even see their parents or uncles and aunts after walking for more than 100 steps.

However, I didn't see these two stalls, but I saw Li Qiao's stalls.

Zhang Chi was a little dumbfounded when he saw Li Qiao and his daughter-in-law selling roasted cakes and meat.

"Why are you here?"

Zhang Chi didn't know what to say for a while.

When Li Qiao saw Zhang Chi, he was also very strange: "You two don't have stalls?" ”

These words made Zhang Chi even more confused: "How do you say this, what can the two of us set up a stall to sell?" ”

"Lamb skewers, why can't you sell them?" Li Qin looked at Zhang Chi and said with a smile.

While talking, the work in their hands did not stop, and they kept handing things to the guests standing in front of their stalls, and at the same time collecting money.

Merika saw that people were so busy, so she said to the two, "Then you guys are busy, let's go somewhere else first."

"That's okay, we're really too busy here, let's come over when we're not busy, let you taste the bread and meat rolls in our hometown" Li Qiao and his family really don't have time to greet these two now.

So Zhang Chi and his family continued to move forward, originally thinking about getting something to eat, but along the way, as long as it was a stall, they were lined up in front of them.

Fortunately, Zhang Chi's family of three and two adults plus a baby who can't speak yet, if he can run and jump, he may not be able to walk now, and he has to get something to put in his mouth to live.

I finally saw my stall, but I was still very busy, so busy that I didn't have time to talk to Zhang Chi at all, and everything was sold out in a blink of an eye as soon as it came out of the pot.

Walking down in a circle, Zhang Chi's family's feet hurt, there are really not many activities, except for the dragon dance boat, other things like climbing plough and skiing are not Chinese projects, as long as there are places where there can be heavy snow in winter, and there are snow mazes and the like, which are completely Western projects.

However, putting two red lanterns on these items and getting a safety buckle or something, maybe for foreigners, this is the taste of Chinese festivals.

When he turned to the exit, Zhang Chi saw the Chinese project in earnest.

What kind of project, write Spring Festival couplets, write blessing words.

There are also many people, there are seven or eight people who teach alone, and they learn more, mostly children, follow the teacher to learn to write Fu characters, and then read them out in Chinese.

It's quite meaningful, but there is no need for Zhang Chi's family to join this excitement, one is Chinese, the other is half a Chinese pass, and the remaining one is in his arms, and the words can't be spoken, learn something.

The family of three turned out, raised their hands and looked at their watch, and found that before they knew it, they had been spinning here for about two hours.

Out of this side, go that way to the place where the fireworks are fired, and now the fireworks are constantly blooming in the air one after another.

It's good-looking, but it lacks momentum, and at most it's two or three, which may be interesting in the eyes of Americans, but in Zhang Chi's opinion, it lacks a little atmosphere.

You can't blame the lack of fireworks, the total budget is so small, and if you buy too many fireworks, don't do anything else.

Zhang Chi and Merika walked back with the child in their arms, and at this time, Xiao Huizhi had already fallen asleep beautifully on his father's shoulder.

When the two of them walked to the door of Lao Liu's house, they found that there were more and more people at the moment, originally they came here was quite smooth, but now it is crowded again, many people are taking photos with the Chinese immortals on the side of the road, making it look like a Chinese scenic spot.

Fortunately, I squeezed through this section, and there were no people on the way to my place.

Of course, there are still some people in the previous paragraph, mainly men and women looking for water on the side of the road.

I have to say that there is a bit of a problem with the organization this time, but Zhang Chi also understands, I am afraid that these organizers did not expect that so many tourists would come tonight.

Of course, the tourists here are the Americans who have done a good thing, and the Chinese tourists must be counted among them.

In a word, Amber Town, the kind of Chinese New Year's Eve, is hot and popular!

And not only for a day, but also for the Lantern Festival, which is the fifteenth day of the first month of our Chinese.

"These Americans are so idle!"

Zhang Chi waited until almost one o'clock before he saw his grandparents rushing back from climbing the plow, and at this moment it was already past the fifteenth day of the first month, and it was the morning of the sixteenth day of the first month.