Midnight Bookstore

The Old Taoist still refused Otterson's help,

because the old Taoist felt that Otterson's action was somewhat inexplicable,

this was Chinese territory. If Chinese people lost things in their own territory, how could their own police not pay attention to it?

Why did a foreigner like you have to meddle in other people's business?

So you thought that if you were a foreigner and lost things, the police would pay more attention to your own people and not pay attention?

What kind of logic was that!

If a foreigner's heart doesn't give up, this old man will never fall for it!

The old man rolled his eyes at Otterson. He looked like he didn't know what to do and went to the police station to call the police.

Otterson shrugged awkwardly. When he saw Zhou Ze looking at him, he said somewhat helplessly,

"I just want to help."

"Thank you."

Zhou ze replied.

"You're the owner of this shop, right?"

Otterson sat beside Zhou Ze.

"Yes."

"I've always dreamed of opening my own bookstore, and I have to do the same as you. In the downtown area, this kind of life is really wonderful."

"You can try."

If you're not afraid of losing money.

Otterson saw that Zhou Ze's att.i.tude toward him was a little cold, so he immediately said,

"I like your Chinese culture very much."

"You say that like an Englishman meeting to chat about the weather."

"What do you mean?"

"It's all nonsense."

"I really like Chinese culture. I'm different from others,"Otterson emphasized. At the same time, he got up and took a Chinese textbook from the table beside the middle school students. He flipped through it and read it to Zhou Ze:

"If a scholar is angry, he will bury two corpses. If he bleeds five steps, the world will be silent. Today is also the day."

Otterson read it out loud. At the same time, he said to Zhou Ze,

"I can understand the meaning of this. I also admire the character of the protagonist, Tang Ju, who is not afraid of power. He is very similar to our ancestors who fought against the waves at sea."

Icelanders all thought of themselves as the descendants of Vikings, the so-called Viking pirates.

What Otterson had just read was actually an excerpt from "Tang Ju lives up to his mission.".

This article had been selected as a teaching material in many places, and many people had been asked to recite it when they were in school.

The general meaning was that Qin w.a.n.g was acting pretentious toward Tang Ju,

tang Ju pulled out a sword and said to Qin w.a.n.g, "If you force me again, I'll chop you to death."

Qin w.a.n.g immediately gave in and shouted,

"It smells so good."

Zhou ze lit a cigarette,

he blew out a smoke ring,

hMM..,

he did not intend to pay attention to him.

"Sir, do you still think that I don't understand Chinese traditional culture?"

Zhou ze shook his head and said,

"If you really understand it, you should understand that this story is fake."

"Fake? He is from the book 'Warring States Strategy'."

"It is indeed fake. Use your smart brain and think about it."

When Qin w.a.n.g summoned Tang Ju, Tang Ju could actually carry a long sword and walk to the main hall. Is it possible?

"Moreover, Qin w.a.n.g had already experienced the lesson from Jing Ke's a.s.sa.s.sination of Qin w.a.n.g. Moreover, Tang Ju was already in his nineties."

"…"ultron.

Zhou ze shook the ash off his cigarette,

to be honest..,

when he was in school, he also felt very uncomfortable when he was reciting this cla.s.sical Chinese. This was because he knew that it was fake, but he still had to memorize it. If he made a mistake in the exam, he would lose points.

Otterson returned the book,

he sat back in his original position,

he pinched the dried tea into his mouth and fell into deep thought.

In the afternoon, a few middle school students went back. Under Zhou Ze's gaze, Otterson paid the bill at Yingying's place and also left.

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

Bai Yingying was a little incredulous,

things like dried tea, cloud chips, cakes, and rice wine were not rare items in her era, let alone now.

"What kind of things are they? With the ethnic characteristics, they are worth money. This is called cultural value-added."

Zhou ze remembered that when he was in university in his previous 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 customize a batch of ethnic costumes that he had never seen before to develop the tourism industry, when tourists arrived, his mother and his aunt greeted them:

"The tourists are here. Let's get dressed and go scam money!"

Then, everyone put on their custom-made clothes and ran to the entrance of the stronghold to perform to attract tourists.

They got up and stretched. It was almost dusk, and the heat outside had decreased a little. Boss Zhou simply walked out of the shop and squatted on the curb to smoke.

The old priest ran back in high spirits, holding his phone high in his hand.

"Did you find it?"Zhou ze asked.

"Yes, I found it. The

The police officers still care about the people and serve the people wholeheartedly!"

"Okay."Zhou ze nodded.

"This penniless priest is going to send a banner over tomorrow."The old priest was in high spirits.

"Okay."

"Boss, do you eat ice jelly?"

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

Zhou Ze had not noticed before that there was actually a small stall across the road. Logically speaking, it was not allowed to set up a stall in this area. He guessed that the person was also a guerrilla fighter.

The stall sold ice jelly, a Sichuan delicacy. It was considered a good product to relieve the heat in the summer.

"Help me bring one. Don't add any seasoning."

As he spoke, Zhou Ze also took out his own resurrection Lily oral liquid and drank a mouthful.

"Okay!"

The old priest went to buy two portions of ice jelly and squatted down on the curb with his boss to eat.

Zhou Ze's portion was sour plum juice ice jelly. It was very refres.h.i.+ng, while the old priest's portion was filled with many seasonings like brown sugar peanuts. It looked exceptionally rich.

As they ate,

a black van drove over. On one side of Zhou Ze and the old man, the word "Law enforcement"was written. On the other side, if nothing went wrong, the word "Chengguan"should be written.

The car stopped,

four or five Chengguan came down.

Two of them were familiar faces. When Zhou Ze had asked the old man to sweep the streets and contribute to the construction of a hygienic city, the old man had been sent back by the two Chengguan.

The two of them also saw the two people squatting there eating ice jelly together,

one of them raised his hand to greet them:

"Yo, father and son are eating!"

"PFFT!"

The old priest was so scared that he directly spat out the ice jelly in his mouth,

because he had sprayed it too quickly,

even his nasal cavity had also sprayed it out,

there were also quite a number of peanut kernels stuck to it.

Zhou Ze did not say anything and continued to eat with a disposable spoon.

A few city enforcement officers ran over and said something to the stall owner,

the stall owner was an old lady with completely white hair,

as they talked,

the old lady continued to make ice jelly,

a few city enforcement officers each carried a few boxes in their hands and gave money. The old lady had sold out of ice jelly, so she obediently pushed the cart and left. She also repeatedly promised that she wouldn't come here to set up a stall the next day.

The others drove back with the ice jelly in their hands. They were probably going to distribute the ice jelly to their colleagues at work.

The young city enforcement officer who had greeted the old man earlier walked over with a portion of ice jelly in his hands. He also squatted down on the curb and started eating.

After he squatted down..,

the old man felt uncomfortable all over. He was afraid that this honest young man would "Astonish"him again and cause his own death.

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

The Chengguan Young Man ate a few mouthfuls and said somewhat helplessly.

If it weren't for the old lady closing up her stall early, they wouldn't have bought the rest. It wasn't expensive, but they really couldn't get used to it.

Ice jelly was more popular in Sichuan, but it actually didn't suit the taste of the people of Tongcheng, especially when it was usually filled with many seasonings and ingredients. On the contrary, it was refres.h.i.+ng like Zhou Ze's.

"It's still not as delicious as the cold powder we have here,"the Chengguan young man said.

Zhou ze nodded,

he deeply agreed.

In his previous life, when he worked in the hospital, he was a.s.signed to a medical team and went to Xichuan to support them for a month. He was not used to the food there, but it was hard on him.

Zhou ze still clearly remembered that at that time, a young doctor in the same department as him went down to the small stall to buy a large piece of cold powder and asked Zhou Ze to eat it together.

At first, Zhou Ze refused because he really could not enjoy the taste of the local cold powder cut into strips, mixed with chili, vinegar, and oil, and mixed with garlic.

However, the young doctor only asked the boss for a few garlic and a little soy sauce,

the garlic was crushed and added with soy sauce, and the cold powder was cut into large blocks like mahjong. Zhou Ze ate and drank with him for most of the night with this plate of dishes and drinks.

Zhou Ze could never forget that feeling.

Unfortunately, the doctor who had eaten the cold powder with him had concealed the fact that he was sick when he was treating a patient due to medical exposure, causing him to be infected.

At that time, he had already sent out the wedding invitation.

He did not make it. It could be said that he was weak, or it could be said that he was not strong enough. In the end, he chose to jump off a tall building and end himself.

Sigh.

"Boss, Boss?"

While Zhou Ze was squatting there in his thoughts, the old priest 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. This little brother said that he wants to invite me to his home to perform a ritual."

Zhou Ze looked at the city security little brother in surprise.

"It was my mother's request, not mine. I don't believe it. But my mother is a farmer. She wants to feel at ease. In a few days, my father's tenth anniversary memorial will be held."

"OH."

Zhou Ze looked at the old Taoist again,

"If you want to go, then go."

"No, boss. I want you and this poor Taoist to go together."

"It's a battle between father and son."

The Chengguan little brother laughed.

"Can you be F * cking quiet!"

The old priest stood up and shouted at the Chengguan little brother.

F * ck,

if you want to go underground to meet your father, I don't want to Go!

The Chengguan little brother was baffled.

At this time,

the old priest stretched out his hand behind his back and gestured for Zhou Ze to look at the Chengguan Little Brother's back.

Zhou ze turned his head to look,

he realized that the old priest had already pasted a talisman on the Chengguan Little Brother's back without him knowing.

This guy had developed a good habit of pasting talismans everywhere he went, right,

ancestral talismans were pasted everywhere, just like the dog skin plaster on the utility poles on the street.

Last time, he pasted a toilet on the toilet,

this time, he pasted it on random pa.s.sersby.

However,

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

at the place where the talisman was pasted on the young man's back,

a black handprint appeared..