Chapter 203 Special Chapter

(How can the special chapter of Zongzi Festival not write zongzi?)

Zhang Deshuai's big talk about Zongzi in the special chapter of Zongzi Festival

I don't have much feelings about the Zongzi Festival. I believe that many Chinese people, like me, feel the three-day holiday and the company's welfare the most in this festival, and they will not feel the guy who goes through the water.

That night, the Zhang family's small building was full of joy. When Miao Ruyun brought a plate of steaming rice dumplings on the table, I could smell the strong fragrance of glutinous rice.

And Uncle Yuanshi picked up a zongzi, and his face did not have much luster, but dimmed. He sighed and sighed, "Why isn't it fish-flavored shredded pork?"

Uncle's emotion made my mouth stay at an open angle, and I couldn't close my mouth. I have never heard of this fish-flavored shredded pork dumplings. Zongzi still stayed in my hand. I looked at Uncle Yuanji and persuaded him, "Uncle, come on. Do you have to wait for your father to invent this fish-flavored shredded pork zongzi?

"I want to know that since I came to Beiqiu City, I have deeply liked Sichuan cuisine. And this fish-flavored shredded pork is a representative of Sichuan cuisine. Think about it, this rice dumplings also has a sweet and salty taste, and he will definitely have the taste of fish-flavored shredded pork.

This theory of Uncle Yuanji sounds very reasonable to me. I quickly stretched out my hand to Uncle Yuanshi. Uncle Yuanji looked at me in astonishment and didn't know what I was doing.

"Uncle, let's do this. You give me the zongzi and leave the reed leaves. I'll make you some fish-flavored shredded pork. Don't we have fish-flavored shredded pork? I gave my advice to Uncle Yuanji.

"You think I'm stupid. If you do that, I might as well eat fish-flavored shredded pork. What I want to eat is fish-flavored shredded pork dumplings. If it doesn't work, it's okay to eat twice-cooked pork dumplings. Uncle Yuanshi said dissatisfiedly.

However, Uncle Yuanji's suggestion really embarrassed me a little. There are only a few kinds of zongzi. You still have to eat fish-flavored shredded pork or twice-cooked meat. Isn't this an unreasonable requirement?

At this time, Jiang Yingyu also began to whisper to persuade Uncle Yuan Ji: "Uncle, why don't you eat my this? This is meat dumplings."

"No, I like to eat fish-flavored shredded pork, or twice-cooked pork. It's just meat dumplings. I don't like it. Uncle Yuanji disagreed with Jiang Yingyu's suggestion.

I looked at the noise of Uncle Yuanji and thought to myself. It is said that the older people get, the weirder they are. Look, Uncle Yuanji is making these unreasonable demands on me now. You don't even think that this rice dumplings have good meat dumplings. You still want Sichuan-style zongzi, which is made in the Forbidden City, and it doesn't have fish-flavored shredded pork.

Jiang Yingyu is still patiently persuading Uncle Yuan Ji: "Uncle, this rice dumplings has no fish-flavored shredded pork, and there is no back-pot meat. There are meat dumplings, or you can eat white rice dumplings with fish-flavored shredded pork.

Although Jiang Yingyu was proud of her temporary wisdom, I thought that this method was not as good as my previous method.

But Uncle Yuanji shook his head and said, "No, no. Then I still eat white rice dumplings, not fish-flavored shredded pork dumplings.

I saw that Uncle Yuanshi had accepted the fact that there was no fish-flavored pork zongzi, and couldn't help taking a soft breath.

However, before I could finish my breath, I heard that Uncle Wanshi began to make trouble again: "There is no fish-flavored shredded pork, and there is no back-pot pork. Is there always a spicy taste?"

Uncle Yuanji's words made me not come out of my breath and made me cough. After the cough calmed down, I pointed to Uncle Yuanshi and said, "Uncle, please stop making trouble. Isn't this zongzi spicy?

"Why don't you have spicy dumplings here? Isn't this Beiqiu City? Isn't Beiqiu City famous for its spicy food? I couldn't eat spicy food at the beginning, but now I don't have spicy food. Look, I have hemorrhoids, and I'm still thinking about spicy food? Uncle Yuanji said proudly.

"Uncle, don't say anything. We are still eating rice dumplings here. You are fine. You have to pull them to the hemorrhoids. You still asked us not to eat rice dumplings. Zhang Dekai threw the rice dumplings in his hand on the table, stared at Uncle Yuanji and shouted.

Uncle Yuanji didn't expect Zhang Dekai to be so angry. He also knew that he had said what he shouldn't have said just now, so he closed his mouth and didn't say anything more.

I took the opportunity to explain to Uncle Yuanji: "Uncle, this zongzi really doesn't have a spicy taste. Look, we just have fun when we eat rice dumplings, don't you? You really think we can eat eight major dishes.

Uncle Yuanshi looked at me doubtfully.

"Uncle, yes, I swear as a Taoist priest who has lived in Beiqiu City for most of my life, I really haven't had spicy dumplings." Old Cao put down the leftover rice dumplings, pointed to the fluorescent lamp above his head and began to swear.

"Really not?" Uncle Yuanji asked.

"Really not!" This time, Mr. Cao and I said in tango.

"I'm just asking, why do you have to be so serious?" Uncle Yuanji pretended to be easy and said.

However, I can't be happy. Because Uncle Yuanshi was noisy, but it ruined my mood a lot. In addition, I didn't have much interest in zongzi, so I stared at the zongzi on the table, but I didn't have any desire.

At this time, Uncle Yuanji suddenly patted his thigh and said, "Handsome, aren't we the most shameless here?"

"What did you say?" When I heard Uncle Yuanji's praise for me began to repeat again, I was not happy. This sounds like praise, but more like a curse.

"Isn't that what I mean? Isn't your divergent spirit the best? Think about it, innovation is the first element, isn't it? We all said that there is no fish-flavored shredded pork dumplings, so we can make one now. As long as this fish-flavored shredded pork dumplings are made, I think it is still very marketable. Think about it, how many people like to eat Sichuan food. So I think the fish-flavored pork-flavored rice dumplings must have a good job. Uncle Yuanji also seemed to be enlightened to persuade me at this time.

"Uncle, you can save it. Fish-flavored shredded pork dumplings. Do you think I look like fish-flavored shredded pork dumplings? Just bite me two bites. I didn't have much interest in Uncle Yuanji's proposal just now, so I replied lazily. I don't want to go to New Oriental and make a spicy zongzi. Doesn't it cost both motor and electricity?

"No, I'm a Hui." Uncle Yuanji said happily.

Uncle Yuan's answer made Miao Ruyun laugh out.

Uncle Yuanji's answer, I don't know what he means, but I'm too lazy to argue with him. He just looked at Uncle Yuanji fiercely, and his eyes were full of resentment. I thought fiercely that saying this in front of me is like selling ** in front of Gan Lulu, and Yao Ming is taller than before.

At this moment, I heard a voice outside the door: "Is there anyone?"

I got up immediately and opened the door.

At the door, there stood a talented guy, who looked up and down at me. I don't know what's going on. Standing in front of him, I always have a naked feeling. This feeling makes me very uncomfortable.

"Who are you? Which one are you looking for?" I couldn't help asking him doubtfully.

"The Miao descendant of Emperor Gaoyang, I am called Boyong..." The guy opened his mouth and read it.

"Shut up!" I rudely interrupted him. His mouth reminded me of the bad guy Gong Zijue. At this time, you can still say that. Do you know that it takes an expert level to make everyone disgusted to say what was originally smooth. The most important point is that those words that seem to be untrue are extremely difficult to compile.

That guy couldn't help but be stunned by my rough way of speaking. He raised a pair of watery eyes and looked at me, giving me a strange feeling.

I sinked my heart and drove that strange feeling out of my body. Then he asked him, "Speak Chinese! Don't learn to massage jade!"

"Who is the massage jade?" That guy cleverly began to speak modern languages. This is much more attractive compared with the bad guy Gong Zi Jue.

"You don't need to pay attention to it, just remember that you are a bad guy." I told that guy. When the instructions were finished, I continued to ask, "Which one are you?"

"My surname is Mi, my name is Ping, my name is Yuan, and my name is Lingjun." The guy replied immediately.

This long series of explanations immediately stunned me. There are all the names and fonts. Who remembers them?

I was still stunned at the door when I heard a scream in the room: "Qu Yuan?!" It's the voice of Uncle Yuan. Then came a rapid sound of footsteps.

"Qu Yuan?!" My mouth couldn't help opening. Looking at this guy at the door, he is very watery. If he is not dressed as a man, I almost thought he was a woman.

I couldn't help pointing to him and asked tremblingly, "Isn't Qu Yuan's surname Qu? Did he just say his surname is Mi?

As soon as my words fell, Uncle Yuanji had knocked me aside. He looked nervously at Qu Yuan standing at the door. However, when he saw Qu Yuan clearly, there was a loss on his face. After all, this guy at the door looks like a hypocrite, which has little to do with the high-level man who washes my feet with the vicissitudes of life.

Uncle Yuanshi couldn't help but be puzzled. He asked carefully again, "Do you dare to ask your name?"

"I dare not, my surname is Mi, my name is Ping, and the word is original..." The guy immediately replied.

"Are you really Qu Yuan?" Uncle Yuanji couldn't help wide-eyed. Look at this guy at the door incredulously.

"What's wrong?" That guy couldn't help but be surprised.

"Why is he Qu Yuan? His surname is Mi, Mi Sheng's Mi. Isn't Qu Yuan's surname Qu?" I'm starting to feel confused now.

But Uncle Yuanji ignored me. He still stared at Qu Yuan and carefully confirmed: "Are you the last to throw yourself into the Miluo River?"

"What's wrong?" Qu Yuan became suspicious at the door.

I looked at what happened at the door and became more confused. What the hell is going on here?

At this time, Uncle Yuanshi broke out. He immediately looked up to the sky and laughed. When Uncle Yuan's laughter gradually lowered, he looked at Qu Yuan at the door and said excitedly, "I see Qu Yuan. Today, I finally saw Qu Yuan. He is still alive.

I looked at Uncle Yuanshi dancing at the door, and I felt that today's Uncle Yuanshi was abnormal. Has his 33-day menstrual cycle arrived?

However, Uncle Yuanshi's behavior made me believe it. The guy who looks a little feminine at the door is Qu Yuan.

I was busy bringing Qu Yuan into the house.

As soon as Qu Yuan sat down, everyone immediately gathered around. They are all looking at Qu Yuan carefully like lions in the zoo.

Our reaction made Qu Yuan very restless in his seat. He kept changing his posture, but he didn't feel very appropriate and had a very restrained feeling.

After Uncle Yuanji came back, I remembered the previous question and hurriedly asked, "Uncle, you haven't answered my question yet. Isn't Qu Yuan's surname Qu?"

"Handsome, you really should read more." Uncle Yuanji said this to me with his mouth, which made me very unhappy. Uncle Yuanji didn't care about my feelings at all, and then said, "Look, it's clear and clear in the Historical Records. It's just that he died, and people called Qu Yuan in memory of him.

After listening to Uncle Yuanji's explanation, I couldn't help nodding to show my understanding. It turned out that we changed the name to commemorate Qu Yuan; Bangzi changed his nationality to commemorate Qu Yuan. However, it seems that there are a lot of people who commemorate the stick.

However, Qu Yuan sat in his seat, allowing Uncle Yuanshi to tell his story just now. It's like listening to the story of a guy who has nothing to do with him, indifferent.

At this time, Zhang Dekai quickly asked Qu Yuan, "Why did you come to us?"

"I'm on vacation!" Qu Yuan replied immediately.

"Nani?" I blurted out. His words made us look sideways.

Similarly, Qu Yuan, who was sitting, also wrinkled and said to Old Cao, "Don't watch foreign films?"

I heard Qu Yuan's statement buzzing in my head. There is only one idea in his mind: Qu Yuan knows that "Nani" is a foreign language, and Qu Yuan knows that "Nani" is a foreign language. How did he know?

I hurriedly asked Qu Yuan, "Do you watch it too?"

The corners of Qu Yuan's mouth were slightly raised, and this cheek made me feel strange just now, as if there was a opposite sex in front of me.

Qu Yuan said lightly, "You know, I'm bored down there."

Although Qu Yuan's answer did not answer my question directly directly, it had already been answered. I can't help admiring Qu Yuan's wit.

"Bearby, what happened to the holiday you just mentioned?" Zhang Dekai asked quickly.

Zhang Dekai asked, but Qu Yuan's face was a little gloomy. Looking at Qu Yuan's reaction, I felt that there might be some unknown secrets.

After thinking about it, I asked Qu Yuan again, "Are you working downstairs?" Civil servant?" Because I thought of Li Bai, the section chief of the household registration department who was always drunk, and Cui Hu, who was in the internship period. These guys are all circulating some well-known poems.

Qu Yuan shook his head. His shaking of his head made me confused.

Qu Yuanmei looked forward to it and glanced at us before she bowed her head and said, "Actually, I can only come out for activities in these days."

As soon as Qu Yuan answered, Uncle Yuanji suddenly said, "You mean, you are restricted from freedom below."

Qu Yuan nodded slowly.

With Qu Yuan's nod, I became even more confused. What's the matter? How can Qu Yuan restrict freedom?

After a long time, Qu Yuan raised his head, looked at us, and said slowly. In his words, there was a strong sadness: "In addition to me, many people have been restricted from freedom? We can't walk around at will.

"What bad thing did you do? You were abused like this." I became confused. However, Qu Yuan said that his freedom was restricted. Why did he say that he had a holiday today?

Qu Yuan sighed and said slowly, "It's all caused by reputation!"

"What's going on?" Hearing Qu Yuan's long sigh, everyone became interested. After all, gossip always gives people a deadly ** power.

Qu Yuan saw that we were all interested, so he explained it to us.

It turns out that Qu Yuan's restriction of freedom is not only him, but also many celebrities in history. Their restriction of freedom does not mean that they are under house arrest, but that everyone can no longer be reincarnated. I can only stay down there, but the treatment is very good. Eat if you want to eat, drink if you want, and play if you want to play. Even if you want to abuse, there are special places for abuse.

Qu Yuan's explanation made us all interested. It turns out that celebrities enjoy valuable services below. No wonder everyone likes to be a celebrity. Not only do they live comfortably on it, but they can also enjoy VIP treatment even if they get there.

However, Uncle Yuanshi asked, "You said there were a lot of people below. Who are they?"

Hearing Uncle Yuanshi's question, Qu Yuan began to count: "Qin Shihuang Yingzheng, Han Wudi Liu Che, Tang Taizong Li Shimin..."

Every time a name pops out of Qu Yuan's mouth, I feel that my cheeks can't help **. These guys, each of whom has left a heavy mark in history, didn't expect them to pile up below.

Thinking of this, I quickly asked Qu Yuan, "You said they were all below, but the enemy didn't pinch when he saw it?"

"That's right, don't you have a great grudge against Qin Shihuang Yingzheng? Didn't you throw yourself into the river just because of him? Seeing him, why don't you go up and slap him everywhere?" Uncle Yuanji also asked with interest.

Qu Yuan became shy and hung his head. After a while, Qu Yuan raised his head and said to us, "Many things are not what you think. Besides, everyone is dead, what else can't you think of? We all say that we have an unconcisful hatred, and when you die, you will find that those hatreds are a passing day. Fame, wealth and status are just some things that bind you. Only the heart is really your own thing.

Qu Yuan's words made us silent. Yes, the reason why we are unhappy is that we take these things too seriously and worry about gains and losses all day long. We always think about what I should have, what I am afraid of losing, and forget to reflect on my heart. It is these things that cover our hearts and make us worry about gains and losses.