Chapter 299

Lao Dao still refuses the help of Utterson.

because Lao Dao thinks that Utterson's move is somehow baffling.

this is the territory of Chinese people. Chinese people lose things in their own territory. How can their own police not look for them?

Do you need to be nosy, foreigner?

Do you think that if you lose something from a foreigner, the police will be more interested in it. If you lose something from your own family, you will not be interested in it?

What's the reason!

If a foreigner dies, he will never be deceived!

The old Taoist cast a white eye to Utterson. He didn't know how to look. He ran to the police station and called the police.

Ortson shrugged awkwardly. Seeing Zhou Ze looking at him, he said with some helplessness:

"I just want to help."

"Thank you."

Zhou Ze replied.

"Are you the owner of this shop?"

Ortson sits next to Zhou Ze.

"Yes."

"I've always dreamed of opening a bookstore of my own, and I have to be in the downtown like you. It's really a wonderful day."

"You can try."

If you're not afraid to lose money.

After seeing Zhou Ze's cold attitude towards himself, ortson immediately said:

"I like your Chinese culture very much."

"It's like talking about the weather when we meet in England."

"What do you mean?"

"It's all rubbish."

"I really like Chinese culture. I'm different from other people." At the same time, he got up, took a Chinese textbook from the side table of middle school students, turned it over, and read to Zhou Ze:

"if a man is angry, he will lay down two corpses, bleed five steps, and the world is plain, today is also."

At the same time, I can read the meaning of Zhou zedao:

"and I admire Tang Ju, the hero, for his fearless and powerful character, which is similar to our ancestors who fought against the wind and waves at sea in those days."

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

In fact, what ortson just read is an excerpt from "Tangju is worthy of its mission".

This article has been selected into teaching materials in many places, and many people have been asked to recite it when they go to school.

It means that the king of Qin forced Tang Ju for a while,

Tang Ju took out a sword and said to the king of Qin that if you force me to kill you again,

the king of Qin immediately subdued and shouted:

"it's really fragrant."

Zhou Ze lit a cigarette,

spit out a cigarette ring,

well,

didn't plan to talk to him.

"Sir, do you think I don't know Chinese traditional 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 "the policy of the Warring States."

"It's true. Move your clever head and think about it.

when King Qin called Tang Ju in, Tang Ju could walk to 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 Jingke's stabbing Qin before. Moreover, Tang Ju had more than 90 at that time. "

“…………” Utterson.

Zhou Ze shakes his ashes,

to be honest,

when he recites this classical Chinese at school, he also feels uncomfortable, because you have to recite it when you know it's fake, and you have to deduct points if you make a mistake in the exam.

After returning the book,

sat back in his original position,

put the dried tea in his mouth and fell into deep thought.

In the afternoon, several middle school students went back, and after chouze's eyes watched, he settled the account with YingYing and left.

"Are all foreigners so rich? The 888 yuan set meal has really been sold. "

The white warbler is a little strange. It's not a rare thing to put such things as dried tea, cloud cake, rice wine in her time, let alone now.

"What is valuable with national characteristics is called cultural added value."

Zhou Ze remembers that he had a roommate who lived in Xichuan when he was in college last year. He used it as a joke to tell everyone that they had made a batch of national costumes that he had never seen before to develop the tourism industry. When a tourist came, his mother and his aunt greeted them for a while:

Then we put on the customized clothes and ran to the gate of the village to perform to attract tourists.

He got up and stretched himself out. It was almost dusk. The heat outside was lower. Boss Zhou walked out of the shop and squatted on the curb to smoke.Lao Dao ran back happily, holding his cell phone high in his hand.

"Found it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Well, it's back. The police comrades of the police station transferred the monitoring to help the poor man identify the suspect. Then most of the police station went out to help the poor man find the suspect. After working hard for most of the day, they finally caught the thief, helped the poor man get the cell phone back, and the thief was also caught.

Comrades of the police are still attached to the people and serve them wholeheartedly! "

"Well." Zhou Ze nodded.

"I'm going to send a banner tomorrow." Lao Dao is very interested.

"Yes."

"Boss, do you have ice powder?"

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

Zhou Ze didn't notice that there was a stall on the opposite side. It's not allowed to set up a stall in this area. It's estimated that the stall was also engaged in guerrilla warfare.

The stall sells ice powder and Sichuan food. It is a good summer food.

"Bring me one, without any seasoning."

Said Zhou Ze also took out own other shore flower oral liquid to drink a mouthful.

"Good!"

Lao Dao bought two portions of ice powder and squatted on the curb with his boss.

This one of Zhou Ze's is ice powder with plum juice. It's very refreshing, while the old one with a lot of spices like brown sugar peanut looks very rich.

Eating and eating,

there is a black van coming. It says "law enforcement" to Zhou Ze and Lao Dao on one side, and "urban management" on the other side if there is no accident.

The car stopped and

got down to four or five city managers.

Two of them are familiar with each other. At the beginning, Zhou Ze asked Laodao to sweep the road to make contributions to the creation of a healthy city. Laodao was sent back by those two Chengguan.

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

one of them raised his hand and said:

"Oh, father and son are eating!"

"Poof!"

The old Taoist priest was so scared that he sprayed the ice powder out of his mouth directly.

because the spray was too fast,

even in his nose, there were a lot of peanuts stuck on it.

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

Several Chengguan run to talk to the stall owner,

the stall owner is an old woman with all white hair,

talking,

the old woman starts to make ice powder,

several Chengguan carry several boxes of ice powder in one hand and give money to her. When the ice powder is sold out, she obediently pushes the stall car away, and repeatedly guarantees that she will not come here to set up the stall again tomorrow Yes.

The others drove back with ice powder. I guess they went to share the ice powder with their colleagues.

The young Chengguan, who had been greeting the old way before, came over with a portion of ice powder in his hand, and then squatted down on the curb and ate it.

After he squatted down, the old man was not comfortable all over, for fear that the upright little brother would "speak out surprisingly" and kill himself.

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

little brother Chengguan took a few mouthfuls, but he was helpless.

If it wasn't for the old lady to take up the stall early, they wouldn't buy the rest. It's not expensive, but they really don't get used to it.

Ice powder is popular in Sichuan, but it doesn't meet the taste of Tongcheng people. Especially, there are a lot of seasoning ingredients on it. On the contrary, zhouze is refreshing.

"It's still not as good as our jelly." Said the city manager.

Zhou Ze nodded,

he thought so.

In my last life, I was assigned to a medical group when I worked in the hospital. I went to Xichuan for a month. I was not used to eating there, but I suffered.

Zhou Ze still clearly remembered that at that time, a young doctor who was the same as his own department went to the small stall below to buy a large piece of cold noodles and called Zhou Ze to eat them together.

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

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

smash the garlic and add some soy sauce, cut the bean jelly into the same big squares as mahjong, and Zhou Ze was eating and drinking with him on this dish for most of the night.

Zhou Ze never forgot that taste.

Unfortunately, the doctor who ate cold noodles with himself later concealed the fact of his illness when treating a patient due to medical exposure, which led to his infection.

At that time, he had already sent an invitation to marry.

He didn't survive. He was weak, or he wasn't strong enough. He finally chose to jump off the high-rise building and end himself.Alas.

"Boss, boss?"

Zhou Ze is squatting there in his mind when the old man reaches out and gently "pokes" Zhou Ze's shoulder.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ze returned to the gods.

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

Zhou Ze looks at the Chengguan brother by accident.

"My mother asked for it, not me. I don't believe it, but my mother is a rural man. She wants to ask for a peace of mind. In a few days, it will be my father's 10th anniversary."

"Oh."

Zhou Ze looks at the old way again,

"just go."

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

"Go to battle, father and son."

The Chengguan little brother said with a smile.

"Don't talk, you meow!"

The old way stands up and shouts at the city manager.

MMP,

I don't want to go underground to see your father!

Brother Chengguan is inexplicable.

At this time,

the Taoist priest reached behind and motioned to Zhou Ze to look at the back of the young Chengguan brother.

Zhou Zexi looked over and found that he did not know when the Taoist priest had already pasted a piece of Rune paper on his back.

Now, this product has formed a good habit of pasting runes everywhere, right.

ancestral runes are just like dog skin plasters on electric poles in the street.

The last time I went to the toilet and pasted the toilet,

this time I pasted it casually at passers-by.

However,

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

the place where the paper was pasted on the back of the little brother,

a black palm print appeared