Chapter 295: There Are Ice Powder For Sale

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The old man still refused Otterson's help,

Because the old man felt that Otterson's move was a bit inexplicable,

This is the territory of the Chinese. If the Chinese lose something on their own territory, how can their own police not look for it?

Is there any need for you, a foreigner, to meddle in your own business?

Do you think that if you are a foreigner, the police will be more concerned if you lose something? Your family will not care if they lose something?

What's the point!

Foreigners will never die, and the old way will never be fooled!

The old man rolled his eyes at Otterson, and ran to the police station to call the police with a look of incomprehension.

Ottesen shrugged embarrassingly. Seeing Zhou Ze looking at him, he said helplessly:

"I just wanted to help."

"Thanks."

Zhou Ze responded.

"Are you the owner of this store?"

Ottesen sat next to Zhou Ze.

"Yes."

"I have always dreamed of opening a bookstore of my own, and I have to be like you. In the downtown area, this kind of life is really wonderful."

"You can try."

If you are not afraid of losing money.

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

"I like your Chinese culture very much."

"That's the same as talking about the weather when people in England meet."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's all nonsense."

"I really like Chinese culture. I'm different from other people." Otterson emphasized. Ze read:

"If the soldiers will be angry, the two corpses will bleed for five steps, and the world will be pure, and it is today."

Ottesen read it out loudly, and at the same time said to Zhou Ze:

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

Icelanders consider themselves descendants of the Vikings, the so-called Vikings.

What Otterson just read was actually an excerpt from "Tang Ju's Mission Not Disgraceful".

This article has been selected into textbooks in many places, and many people were asked to recite it by teachers when they were in school.

It probably means that the king of Qin pretended to be aggressive to Tang Ju,

Tang Ju drew out a sword and said to King Qin that if you push me any further, I will kill you.

King Qin immediately subdued and shouted:

"It's delicious."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette,

Breathe out a smoke ring,

Um,

I didn't plan to talk 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 is from the book "Warring States Policy"."

"It is indeed false, use your clever head to think about it,

When King Qin summoned Tang Ju, Tang Ju was able to walk to the 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 over ninety at that time. "

"..." Otterson.

Zhou Ze shook the soot,

honestly,

I also felt very uncomfortable when I recited this classical Chinese article when I was in school, because you still have to memorize it when you know it is fake, and you have to deduct points if you make mistakes in the exam.

Otterson returned the book,

Sit back to the original position,

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

In the afternoon, a few middle school students went back, and under Zhou Ze's gaze, Ottesen paid the bill at Yingying's and left.

"Are all foreigners so rich? The 888 yuan package has really sold out."

Bai Yingying is a bit unbelievable,

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

"Anything is worth more if you add ethnic characteristics. 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. He used it as a joke to tell everyone that their village had taken the initiative to order a batch of ethnic costumes that he had never seen before for the development of tourism. Ye, when a tourist comes over, his mother and his aunt will say hello:

"Tourists are here, go and cheat money by wearing clothes!"

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

He got up and stretched himself. It was almost dusk and the heat outside had dropped a bit. Boss Zhou simply walked out of the shop and squatted on the curb smoking a cigarette.

The old man ran back happily, holding his mobile phone high in his hand.

"Have you found it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well, I found it. The police comrades at the police station called the surveillance and helped Pindao identify the suspect. Then more than half of the people in the police station went out to help Pindao look for it. After working hard for a long time, the thief was finally caught. Helping Pindao recover the mobile phone, the thief was also caught.

Police comrades still care about the people and serve the people wholeheartedly! "

"Yeah." Zhou Ze nodded.

"Pindao is going to send a pennant over tomorrow." The old man was very excited.

"Can."

"Boss, do you eat ice cream?"

The old Taoist pointed to a small stall across the road and asked.

Zhou Ze hadn't noticed before that there was actually a small stall on the opposite side. It stands to reason that stalls are not allowed in this area, and it is estimated that that person is also engaged in guerrilla warfare.

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

"Bring me a copy, don't add any seasoning."

As he said that, Zhou Ze also took out his Bi'anhua oral liquid and took a sip.

"Okay!"

The old man went to buy two servings of ice powder, and squatted on the curb with his boss to eat.

Zhou Ze's is sour plum juice ice powder, which is very refreshing, while Lao Dao's has a lot of seasonings like brown sugar and peanuts, which looks extra rich.

eating and eating,

A black van drove up over there, with the word "law enforcement" written on the side facing Zhou Ze and Lao Dao, and the word "urban management" on the other side if nothing else happened.

the car stopped,

Four or five urban management officers came down.

Two of them are familiar faces. When Zhou Ze asked Lao Dao to sweep the roads to contribute to the establishment of a sanitary city, Lao Dao was sent back by those two urban management.

Those two also saw the two squatting here eating ice powder together,

One of them raised his hand in greeting and said:

"Hey, father and son are eating!"

"puff!"

The old man was so frightened that he sprayed out the ice powder from his mouth.

Because the spray is too fast,

Even the nasal cavity is sprayed out together,

There are still a lot of peanuts sticking to it.

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

Several urban management officers ran over to talk to the stall owner,

The stall owner is an old woman with white hair.

talking and talking

The old lady continued to make ice powder,

Several urban managers each carried several boxes in their hands and gave the money. When the old lady's ice powder was sold out, she obediently pushed the cart away, and promised again and again that she would not come here to set up a stall tomorrow.

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

The young city manager who had greeted the old man before came over with a portion of ice powder in his hand, and squatted down on the curb together, and started to eat.

After he squatted down,

The old man felt uncomfortable all over, he was afraid that this upright little brother would "speech outrageously" again and kill himself.

"I really can't get used to this ice powder,"

The urban management brother ate a few mouthfuls and said helplessly.

If it wasn't for the old lady to close the stall early, they wouldn't have bought all the rest. It's expensive but not expensive, but they really don't get used to it.

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

"It's still not as delicious as the jelly we have here." The urban management brother said.

Zhou Ze nodded,

I take it for granted.

When I was working in a hospital in my previous life, I was assigned to a medical team, and went to Xichuan for support for a month. I was not used to eating there, but I suffered.

Zhou Ze still clearly remembered that a young doctor in the same department as himself went to the small stall below to buy a large piece of jelly and asked Zhou Ze to eat it together.

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

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

Crush the garlic and add some soy sauce, and cut the jelly into big cubes like mahjong. Zhou Ze ate and drank this dish with drinks for most of the night with him.

Zhou Ze will never forget that feeling.

It is a pity that the doctor who ate the jelly with him at the beginning was exposed because of medical exposure. When he treated a patient, the other party concealed the fact of his illness, which caused him to be infected too.

And he had sent out wedding invitations.

He didn't make it through. It can be said that he was weak or not strong enough. In the end, he chose to jump from a tall building and ended himself.

well.

"Boss, boss?"

While Zhou Ze was squatting there lost in thought, the old man reached out and lightly "poked" Zhou Ze's shoulder.

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

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

Zhou Ze looked at the urban management brother in surprise.

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

"oh."

Zhou Ze looked at the old man again,

"Just go as you go."

"No, Boss, I want you to go with Pindao and me."

"Father and son soldiers in battle."

The urban management brother laughed.

"Can you please stop talking!"

Sophisticated

He stood up and yelled at the urban management brother.

mmp,

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

The urban management brother was puzzled.

And at this time,

The old man stretched out his hand behind his back to signal Zhou Ze to look at the back of the urban management brother.

Zhou Ze turned his head to look over,

I found out that the old man had pasted a piece of talisman on the back of the urban management brother at some point.

This guy has now developed a good habit of sticking talisman papers wherever he goes, right?

The ancestral talisman papers are pasted everywhere like the dog skin plasters on the telephone poles on the street.

The last time I went to the toilet to attach the toilet,

This time, I posted it casually on passers-by.

but,

Zhou Ze still saw what the old Taoist wanted him to see,

At the position where the talisman paper was pasted on the back of this little brother,

A black palm print emerged...

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