Meihui raised her head and accepted the compliments arrogantly without saying a word. She deliberately asked Lanzi to translate for me.

Lanzi couldn't help but pouted and said: "Then... what's so big about that? When I get older, I'll ask Mr. Tong to teach me how to make Manchu pickles!"

Everyone laughed and asked her, "Girl, what kind of pickles do we Manchus have?"

This was a question. Xiaolanzi thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't figure it out.

I told her: "Lanzi, next time you brag, you have to understand our Northeastern food culture before bragging, okay? The Manchu people don't know how to make pickles, so don't fight with your Meihui sister. She is Korean.

The habit of us Northeasterners eating porridge and eating pickles comes from the Korean people. Look at the sour radish, garlic eggplant, spicy and sour cabbage on our table, and the original mushrooms. These all belong to the Korean people.

Types of kimchi.”

After laughing, I told the secretary that the three of us would go into the mountains to take some pictures of the natural snow scenes in the Daxinganling Mountains.

But the old secretary disagreed. "That won't work. I would definitely support it, but there was a zombie attack in the mountains last night. If you guys meet again, there will be some trouble. What do you want me to do?

Account with the ancestors?" The ancestor he spoke of was Tong Dahai, the highest-ranking guardian of the sacred mountain in the Tong Jia family.

I have quite a lot of experience in dealing with this kind of old man, and I can let my tongue fly freely.

"Old Secretary, you are also a Communist, right? Don't say that our Communist Party should talk about atheism. Even if there is a zombie, how can he come out in broad daylight? And I haven't finished speaking yet. You have to lend us your son.

As a guide, take a look. Your son Dabao is tall, mighty, and strong. I will take a few photos of him in the mountains. Maybe when we get back, he will be on the cover of National Geographic magazine. He will be famous by then.

Really? What about the big ** beauties in the town across the river? We don’t want them anymore, so we’ll choose those from Beijing and Shanghai. Those little girls are all pretty, pretty and handsome, and they’re pretty and pretty. You’ll have a face when you marry me, right? There’s a big treasure following you.

, this general grid..."

In the end, I finally made the old secretary faint by talking about it. It was not because of my speaking skills, but mainly because it was a big deal for Dabao to find a partner. The old man didn't like the big-ass daughter-in-law across the river from Dabao's mouth very much, saying that she was pretentious.

Just as we were about to put down our chopsticks and go into the mountain, people from the police station on the other side of the river came. We just asked a few questions and then took the body back hastily. What else could we do? It’s not that our comrades in the police were not rigorous in handling the case.

He is a tomb robber to begin with. Even if he is found doing such a thing, no one dares to say no even if he is beaten to death on the spot. This is an act that damages one's moral character. In addition, the fatal wound on his neck is naturally more difficult to explain.

The explanation given by the secretary was that he encountered some kind of large beast in the mountains.

It snowed just the day before yesterday, and it will clear up after the snow, but the temperature dropped sharply by five or six degrees. This is a unique weather in the Northeast. If we were to stay in Changchun, I am afraid that the first snow would only last for one day before melting, but in the mountains

The air is fresh, there are no exhaust emissions, there is no snow melting agent, and the temperature is more constant. Therefore, after passing the dirt road at the east end of the village, the snow begins to reach the knees and it is extremely difficult to walk.

Dabao is very talkative. There are few outsiders in the village. He keeps introducing the beauty of this pure natural and pollution-free holy land. This is the first time I am alone with him, and I am more concerned about the black dragon he mentioned when he picked us up.
Chapter completed!