The old Taoist still refused Otson's help.
Because the old Taoist thought that Otson's move was a bit strange.
This is Chinese territory. If a Chinese person lost something in their own territory, how could their own police not look for it carefully
Is it necessary for a foreigner like you to meddle in other people's business
So you think the police will pay more attention if you are a foreigner and lose something, but won't pay attention if your family members lose something
What's the logic!
The foreigners are still determined to destroy us, and I will never be fooled!
The old Taoist rolled his eyes at Otson, looking confused, and ran to the police station to report the case.
Otson shrugged awkwardly. Seeing Zhou Ze looking at him, he said helplessly:
"I was just trying to help."
"Thanks."
Zhou Ze responded.
"Are you the owner of this store?"
Otson sat next to Zhou Ze.
"Yes."
"I have always dreamed of opening my own bookstore, and it has to be in a downtown area like yours. Days like this are truly wonderful."
“You can try.”
If you are not afraid of losing money.
Otson saw that Zhou Ze's attitude towards him was a little cold, and immediately said:
“I really like your Chinese culture.”
"That's like the British talking about the weather when they meet."
"What's the meaning?"
“It’s all nonsense.”
"I really like Chinese culture. I am different from others." Otson emphasized. At the same time, he stood up, took a Chinese textbook from the table next to the middle school student, flipped through it, and read to Zhou Ze:
"If the people are angry, two people will be dead, blood will flow for five steps, and the whole country will be in mourning. This is today."
Otson read it out loud in a clear voice, and said to Zhou Ze:
"I can understand the meaning here, and I admire the protagonist Tang Ju's character of not fearing power. He is very much like our ancestors who fought against the wind and waves at sea."
Icelanders consider themselves to be descendants of Vikings, also known as Viking pirates.
What Otson just read was actually an excerpt from "Tang Ju Fulfilled His Mission".
This article has been selected into textbooks in many places, and many people have been required by their teachers to recite it when they were in school.
The general meaning is that the King of Qin was showing off to Tang Ju.
Tang Ju drew out a sword and said to the King of Qin, "If you continue to push me, I will chop you to death."
The King of Qin immediately gave in and shouted:
“It smells so good.”
Zhou Ze lit a cigarette.
Blow out a smoke ring,
Um,
I didn't intend to pay attention to him.
"Sir, do you still think I don't understand traditional Chinese culture?"
Zhou Ze shook his head and said:
"If you really understand, you should understand that this story is false."
"Fake? He came from the book "Strategies of the Warring States"."
"It is indeed false. Use your clever brain to think about it.
When the King of Qin summoned Tang Ju, Tang Ju was able to walk into the hall with a long sword on his back. Is it possible
What's more, the King of Qin had already experienced the lesson of Jing Ke's assassination, and Tang Ju was already over ninety years old at the time."
“… …” Otson.
Zhou Ze shook off the cigarette ash.
To be honest,
I also felt uncomfortable when reciting this classical Chinese text when I was in school, because you had to recite it even though you knew it was fake, and you would lose points if you got it wrong in the exam.
Otteson returned the book.
Sit back to the original position,
He pinched the tea stem and put it into his mouth while falling into deep thought.
By the afternoon, several middle school students had gone home, and under Zhou Ze's gaze, Otson paid the bill at Yingying's and left.
"Are all foreigners so rich? The 888 yuan meal was actually sold out."
Bai Yingying is a little bit incredible,
Things like dried tea, cloud cakes and rice wine were not rare items in her time, let alone now.
"Something becomes valuable when it has ethnic characteristics. This is called cultural added value."
Zhou Ze remembered that when he was in college in his previous life, he had a roommate who lived in Xichuan. He told everyone for fun that the higher-ups in his village had taken the initiative to customize a batch of ethnic costumes that he had never seen before to develop tourism. When tourists came, his mother and aunt would greet them:
"Tourists are coming, wearing clothes to cheat people out of money!"
Then everyone put on the custom-made clothes and ran to the entrance of the village to perform to attract tourists.
He stood up and stretched. It was almost dusk and the summer heat outside had subsided a little. Boss Zhou simply walked out of the store and squatted on the curb smoking a cigarette.
The Taoist priest came back happily, holding his cell phone high in his hand.
"Have you found it?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Yes, it was found. The police comrades at the police station retrieved the surveillance footage and helped me identify the suspect. Then most of the police station staff went out to help me look for the thief. After working for most of the day, they finally caught the thief and helped me get the phone back. The thief was also caught.
Police comrades still care about the people and serve the people wholeheartedly! "
"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.
"I will prepare to send a banner over tomorrow." The old Taoist was in high spirits.
"Can."
"Boss, do you want ice jelly?"
The old Taoist pointed to a small stall across the street and asked.
Zhou Ze hadn't noticed before that there was a small stall opposite. Normally, stalls were not allowed in this area. He guessed that the person there was also fighting a guerrilla war.
The stall sells ice jelly, a Sichuan delicacy that is a great way to cool down in the summer.
"Please bring me one portion without any seasoning."
As he spoke, Zhou Ze also took out his own red spider lily oral liquid and took a sip.
"Okay!"
The Taoist priest went to buy two servings of ice jelly and squatted on the curb with his boss to eat.
Zhou Ze's portion was sour plum juice jelly, which was very refreshing, while Lao Dao's portion was filled with many condiments such as brown sugar and peanuts, which looked particularly rich.
Eat and eat,
A black van drove over there. On the side facing Zhou Ze and Lao Dao, the words "Law Enforcement" were written, and on the other side, if nothing unexpected happened, the words "Urban Management" should be written.
The car stopped.
Four or five urban management officers came down.
Two of them were familiar faces. At the beginning, Zhou Ze asked the Taoist priest to sweep the streets to contribute to the creation of a hygienic city, and the Taoist priest was sent back by those two urban management officers.
The two of them also saw the two people squatting here eating ice jelly together,
One of them raised his hand and said hello:
"Hey, the father and son are eating!"
"puff!"
The old Taoist priest was so frightened that he spat out the ice powder in his mouth.
Because I sprayed too quickly,
Even the nasal cavity sprayed out together,
There are still a lot of peanuts stuck on it.
Zhou Ze didn't say anything and continued eating with a disposable spoon.
Several city management officers ran over and said something to the stall owner.
The stall owner is an old lady with completely white hair.
As we talked,
The old lady continued to make ice jelly.
Several urban management officers each carried several boxes in their hands. After they paid the money, the old lady sold out her ice jelly and obediently pushed her stall cart away, repeatedly promising that they would not set up a stall here again tomorrow.
The other few people drove back with the ice jelly, probably to distribute it to their colleagues at work.
The young urban management officer who had greeted the old Taoist earlier came over with a bowl of ice jelly in his hand, and they squatted on the curb and started eating.
After he squatted down,
The old Taoist felt very uncomfortable, fearing that this honest young man would say something shocking again and get himself killed.
"I really can't get used to this ice jelly."
The urban management guy took a few bites and said helplessly.
If they didn't want the old lady to close her stall early, they wouldn't have bought all the leftovers. It's not expensive, but it's really hard to get used to eating it.
Bing jelly is quite popular in Sichuan, but it actually doesn't suit the taste of Tongcheng people, especially since it is usually topped with a lot of seasonings and ingredients. On the contrary, people prefer Zhou Ze's refreshing one.
"It's still not as delicious as the jelly we have here." said the urban management guy.
Zhou Ze nodded.
I agree with you.
In my previous life, when I was working in a hospital, I was assigned to a medical team and went to Xichuan for support for a month. I was not used to the food there and it was very hard for me.
Zhou Ze still clearly remembers that a young doctor from the same department as him went to the small stall downstairs to buy a large piece of jelly and came back to ask Zhou Ze to eat with him.
At first, Zhou Ze refused, because he really couldn't enjoy the taste of the local jelly cut into strips, mixed with chili, vinegar, oil and minced garlic.
But the young doctor only asked the boss for a few garlic cloves and some soy sauce.
The garlic was crushed and some soy sauce was added, and the jelly was cut into large cubes like mahjong tiles. Zhou Ze ate and drank this dish with him for most of the night.
Zhou Ze could never forget that feeling.
Unfortunately, the doctor who had eaten jelly with him was later infected due to medical exposure. He concealed the fact that he was ill when treating a patient.
By then he had already sent out wedding invitations.
He didn't make it. You could say he was weak or he wasn't strong enough. In the end he chose to jump off a tall building and ended his life.
well.
"Boss, boss?"
While Zhou Ze was squatting there lost in thought, the old Taoist reached out and gently "poked" Zhou Ze's shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Ze came back to his senses.
"Um, boss, you didn't hear clearly just now. This young man said he wanted me to go to his house to perform a ritual."
Zhou Ze looked at the urban management boy with some surprise.
"It was my mother who asked, not me. I don't believe this, but my mother is a rural person and wants to seek peace of mind. In a few days it will be the tenth anniversary of my father's death."
"oh."
Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist again.
"Just go if you want."
"No, Boss, I want you and I to go together."
"Father and son fighting together."
The urban management boy laughed.
"Can you please stop talking!"
The old Taoist stood up and yelled at the urban management boy.
mmp,
You want to go to the underground to see your father, but I don’t want to go!
The urban management guy was puzzled.
At this time,
The old Taoist stretched out his hand from behind and motioned Zhou Ze to look at the back of the urban management boy.
Zhou Ze turned his head to look over.
I found that the Taoist priest had pasted a piece of talisman on the back of the urban management boy without knowing when.
This guy has developed a good habit of sticking talismans wherever he goes, right
The ancestral talisman papers were stuck everywhere like the dog-skin plasters on the street poles.
Last time I was using the toilet to stick to the toilet,
This time, I just posted it on passers-by.
but,
Zhou Ze still saw what the Taoist wanted him to see.
The location where the talisman paper is pasted on the back of this young man,
A black palm print emerged...