I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 284 Life Management Course
It was morning in Melbourne in the southern hemisphere, and capitalism appeared in front of Bai Lianting in another form.

The colorful southern city is suddenly displayed lazily and refreshingly.

It's full of able-bodied foreigners, casually dressed backpackers, tourists, and the occasional yawning homeless man.

Anyway, everyone is leisurely and carefree. From Pingjing to HK, the high-speed life seems to turn into slow motion.

Bai Lianting stretched her back and was dizzy.

However, Jing Xiaoqiang took a taxi and walked around downtown Melbourne. He felt that nothing had changed in the past 20 years. Then he went to a car rental company and rented a first-generation Land Rover Discovery, which is still very trendy these days. .

In fact, there is another generation of magic car Lu Xun LC80, but when Bai Lianting was asked for her opinion, the girl chose the European style purely from the appearance.

But he stretched his neck and looked outside: "Jie can't put the mattress."

Xiaoqiang sighed, you finally turned into that senior girl.

Fortunately, foreigners can't understand your Jinmen dialect.

I went through the formalities silently. I had already asked Uncle Cheng to apply for a driver's license in Shanghai, and then when I was in HK, I just found a notary agency to translate it into English and copy it.

This is an internationally accepted method of driving a foreign driver's license, and it was very common practice in the era without computers, the Internet and mobile phones.

Bai Lianting was not surprised that he seemed to be back home from a foreign country, and she observed the foreign scenery all the time, even squatting there to look at the curb signs and pets raised by others.

When Jing Xiaoqiang asked her to get on the three-door version of the manual discovery Land Rover, she went shopping around the city and quietly signed up and paid for Monica.

A full set of SLR photography equipment with a tripod, two cameras and several lenses, a box of film, tents, sleeping bags, moisture-proof pads, a change of clothes, a detailed atlas, and finally went to a big supermarket to buy two big boxes of various camping meals Supplies, condiments, fruits, vegetables and meat dishes.

Then, hit the road.

Bai Lianting, who was stretching her neck on the side of the road to watch two handsome foreign guys playing guitar and selling songs to make up for the travel expenses: "Where are you going? Aren't you going to visit this city?"

Jing Xiaoqiang was disdainful: "What's there to see in such a broken place..."

Bai Lianting hasn't fully adapted to appearing in a foreign country: "Then what are you looking at?"

But they still got into the car, and then the roaring diesel engine took them out of the city and onto the highway system. The large-scale infrastructure projects generally promoted by European and American countries in the 70s and [-]s made the public facilities system at the most perfect stage at this time.

At least those cement roads and asphalt roads are not cracked and in disrepair everywhere. It won't be like when Jing Xiaoqiang came here with his girlfriends for vacation, he couldn't leave Fake from beginning to end.

As we get farther and farther away from the city, the scenery on the roadside also comes to life.

Large tracts of grassland and pastures quickly retreated at the speed of the car.

At first, Bai Lianting was not used to sitting in the left co-pilot, but soon she put all her attention outside.

Because there are endless trailers on the road!
Dragging yachts, motorcycles, houses, tricycles, dogs... Anyway, dragging everything that can be dragged to enjoy life.

Bai Lianting must have remembered the mattress in the van they had last time.

I began to understand what Jing Xiaoqiang meant by pulling her to travel across the southern hemisphere.

On the first day, let’s do a small test, just a little over a hundred kilometers.

After turning around countless pastures, a corner came out, and a sea suddenly appeared in front of me, and the coastline of Australia arrived.

Even girls who grew up in Jinmen often see the sea.

But at this moment, he was still attracted by the vast scenery of the blue sea and blue sky outside.

On the south coast of Australia in late summer and early autumn, the dark blue sea turns into white foam only when it reaches the shore, and the blue in the sky gradually turns white only when it gets close to the sea-sky boundary line.

Unlike the bright sky and clear clouds in Southeast Asia, this place is much thicker.

The girl from Jinmen, who was also an art student and admitted to the stage art major, lamented that the off-road vehicle has been transferred to a Caravan park, a caravan park, all over the most beautiful places in all cities and towns in Australia.

Jing Xiaoqiang paid 12 Australian dollars to draw a piece of grass, which is a place for parking and tents, with power supply and faucet.

In addition to the paid area, the camp also has a public kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, library and entertainment room.

What mattress do you bring?

Of course, it is impossible to do it in broad daylight, because there are huge RVs on every piece of lawn, dragging families and pets.

The children are playing and playing, and the adults are reading a book while grilling and basking in the sun.

Take it easy.

There is also an exclusive small river next to it, where you can swim, sail and fish.

Bai Lianting was dumbfounded and refreshed the capitalist model.

Jing Xiaoqiang pointed his skillful rear of the car on the lawn, set up a fixed tent, and then cooked in the public kitchen with his folding camping stove.

The foreigners who can only fool their stomachs with bread and barbecued dishes are quickly attracted by this Asian man who cooks with seven or eight kinds of seasonings, a dozen kinds of fruits, vegetables, meat and seafood with stir-fried vegetables.

They all folded their arms, held Coke beer, and gathered around to watch attentively.

Bai Lianting stood by the huge open wild lawn, under the tree whose branches were blown to the side by the hurricane, stared blankly for a while, and then watched the foreigners eating, drinking and having fun at the outdoor wooden tables and chairs under the tree.

It suddenly occurred to him that he ran back to the kitchen hall where Jing Xiaoqiang operated, rolled up his sleeves to help cut vegetables and tidy them up.

The two started faster and had a tacit understanding.

Jing Xiaoqiang bought two of the camping stoves, and there are stoves here that can be used.

Five or six seafood-based stir-fried, boiled, and steamed dishes are quickly completed, as well as fresh and tender fruit and vegetable salads.

The rice only needs to be made in a small amount. Under the gaze of countless foreign eyes who came to hear the news, Jing Xiaoqiang opened a bottle of champagne again, and started with a sense of ceremony.

It's just lunch.

So rich that there are more and more foreigners watching.

It is really rare to see Chinese people using this kind of real Chinese cooking camping life so freely and calmly.

Because the Chinese who can accept this kind of life style have already fully embraced the European and American food style, and feel that everything in Europe and the United States is terribly good, and they can become immortals after a few years of living.

Jing Xiaoqiang expressed this attitude: "Actually, as long as the basic food and clothing and financial problems are solved, you can enjoy life wherever you are. Foreigners, that is, their ancestors act as robbers to save their money, so that they can live in a dignified life. It's no big deal. We It can work."

Bai Lianting was still a little uncomfortable being surrounded by crowds, and tried her best to sip champagne and eat crab meat: "But no one here cares that you are a star?"

Jing Xiaoqiang sighed: "Hey, I just wanted to make some money, but I can't make so much money if I'm not famous. There are gains and losses."

Bai Lianting remembered: "That's right, you donated 1000 million to the Shanghai Opera. The teachers and students of our school are very sour. They say that the Shanghai Opera will overwhelm the Ping Opera in the long run..."

What she didn't say was that after many people said this, they gave her advice to get Jing Xiaoqiang to transfer to Pingxi as a graduate student.

She also came to ask her sourly if she has become a little rich woman too. Seeing that she wears a satchel, she seems to be of the same grade as a star, and she is richer than the teachers and students in the acting department who are filming.

Fortunately, she can talk in a charming style at any time, and can pour a few catties of salt water back to reconcile the sourness.

Jing Xiaoqiang described why he did not accept the 1000 million patriotic money: "Now I am not busy releasing albums. I will first build a house and this music and dance center, and then I will go to the grassroots in various places in the borderlands every year to give condolences and performances. Playing with mountains and rivers, this life is not in vain.”

Bai Lianting looked around at the foreigners who were full of friendly eyes, and she habitually praised her: "Look at what you said... Who wouldn't want to live such a life."

Since she was too full to eat on the flight, she just ate it lightly and had a couple of drinks with Jing Xiaoqiang.

Knowing the direction of the whole journey: "Now we are like the coast of western Guangxi in China. We have been going southeast along the coastline to Shanghai, which is Sydney. It takes five or six days for a thousand kilometers. Return the car and take away the energy. We will be able to live a similar tourist life in China in the future by bringing back the camping equipment we took away, but this kind of camp culture is probably still early.”

Bai Lianting only cared: "Just... sleep in that tent?"

She has a bit of a humming habit.

Jing Xiaoqiang observed: "It is estimated that they will stop watching after they are curious. We can temporarily take the tent to a remote riverside, but we still have to spend the night on the designated lawn."

Discussing this with the help of language confidentiality in full view, Xiaobai still blushed and bowed his head.

But Jing Xiaoqiang made a wrong judgment.

After the meal, Bai Lianting asked to wash the dishes, and very virtuously packed half of the leftover dishes separately for dinner.

Jing Xiaoqiang began to organize things, calculating what else to add.

Those foreign aunts started to come over and chat with Bai Lianting in a friendly way, mainly asking about the recipes of these dishes, which smell very good, and whether the usage of various seasonings is a bit like magic.

You must know that the most uncomfortable thing for the Chinese who went abroad in the early days was that they could not use European and American seasonings to make authentic Chinese dishes, especially bean paste, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and foreign vegetables and even meat were produced in different ways, including onions and garlic. These things are difficult to make authentic.

Jing Xiaoqiang was stunned to rely on his skills in blending paints and using common European and American seasonings to match a cooking method that is close to Chinese cuisine.

Otherwise, he is a theater dick, how can he attract girls from all over the world who come to find their dreams?
Compared with European and American countries, Australians belonging to the same category are more like silly roe deer, purely curious.

Bai Lianting just practiced speaking, stammering and gesticulating with others.

Relying on the support of this kind of excitement in a foreign country, I am not sleepy.

But when it got dark, the mental body finally began to be overdrawn and lacking due to jet lag and excessive adrenaline secretion, so there was no energy left to set up a temporary tent by the river, take a shower in the public bathroom as Jing Xiaoqiang pointed out, and get into the tent and sleeping bag Just fell asleep soundly.

On the contrary, Jing Xiaoqiang drank a few cans of beer chatting with a group of old men outside, vaguely regaining the rhythm of life of the previous two years.

Back in the tent, I saw Bai Lianting curled up in the sleeping bag of the mummy, only showing her face.

It's like a dream.

(End of this chapter)