From teaching to superstar

Chapter 12 Tibetan Customs
Hu Yang's proposal was supported by everyone, who kept urging him to quickly show them the Tibetan customs.

"Teacher Zhou, do you want to go with me?" Hu Yang asked.

She shook her head and smiled reluctantly: "Mr. Hu, I feel a little unwell, so I won't go with you."

Because she heard from the singing that Hu Yang still has infinite nostalgia and longing for his wife.

It hasn't turned around for a while.

Hu Yang turned off the microphone and loudspeaker, and said, "Then I'll take you back."

Zhou Lan refused: "No, thank you, you should take the netizens to the market first."

"Forget it, I'd better send you back first." Hu Yang thought for a while and decided that it would be better to send her back.

If something goes wrong on the way back, he will be worried for the rest of his life.

Zhou Lan did not refuse again.

However, the teacher's dormitory of the town center primary school is only a few hundred meters away from here, and it will arrive soon.

"Teacher Zhou, go back and rest for a while. If you have any questions, you can call me at any time." Hu Yang said with a smile.

Seeing her silent, Hu Yang took two steps back, turned around and left.

He had just walked less than ten meters away when Zhou Lan's voice came from behind him.

"Teacher Hu"

"Mr. Zhou, is there anything else?"

After a long time, Zhou Lan moved her lips several times, and finally said: "It's nothing, I just want you to be careful when you go back, and pay attention to safety."

"Thank you Teacher Zhou for your concern, I'm leaving." Hu Yang smiled and waved to her.

When he turned the corner, the fiery gaze behind him disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now I was really afraid that Zhou Lan would recklessly say something that embarrassed him, and that would be a sin.

Grandfather was right.

Good men always drive women crazy.

This is especially true for someone who is better than himself.

Pick up the phone, turn the mic back on, the speaker, and smile apologetically at them.

I heard the sound of colorful jellyfish.

"You're an unprofessional anchor, you turned off the microphone during the live broadcast, and put your phone in your pocket, aren't you?"

Finally, leave meaningful words.

"Please, can you be a little more reserved, and don't spoil the children in the live broadcast room." Hu Yang said a little speechlessly.

"Are there any children here? If so, please kick the housekeeper. The live broadcast here is not suitable for children." The colorful jellyfish laughed, with a pure and pleasant voice.

Immediately, Hu Yang saw a lot of people across the phone screen: 99 old aunt, 95 middle-aged greasy uncle, 89 old grandma.
Among them was an 80-year-old baby.
It made him roll his eyes again and again, but it also made Hu Yang feel very interesting.

He has been away from the outside world for many years, and it is inevitable that some things in his thinking will not keep up with the rhythm.

Just now, he felt that today's metropolis is very different from the occlusion here.

The tranquility here is in stark contrast to the enthusiasm of the outside world.

"We've arrived at the market now, and I'll show you what it's like here." Hu Yang slowly turned his phone to let them see the environment here.

From time to time, some netizens sighed, and their tone was full of envy.

Hu Yang just smiled.

They all looked at it with the mentality of playing, and they were naturally interested in everything around them.

If they were really allowed to live here, it wouldn't be the same as killing them.

Seeing a clothes seller in front, Hu Yang walked over.

"The clothes here are all Tibetan costumes. You see, these are the strictures in men's clothing. Simply put, they are clothes worn during labor. The fabrics will be more wear-resistant and stronger." Hu Yang introduced a stricture .

"This piece of clothing is called Zhagui. It is full of masculine beauty from the clothing. This is because Tibetan men are eagles on the grasslands. They carry spears, bows and arrows, and ride horses. They are heroic and very good-looking. It’s only worn during the holidays.”

"This is Tibetan women's clothes"

He just gave a brief introduction and then came out.

"There is another kind of men's clothing called extra rules, which are dresses, which are only worn on major festivals or celebrations, such as weddings." He said as he walked.

"Anchor, do you sell clothes?" Suddenly someone asked.

Hu Yang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's not for sale. If you want to buy it, there should be some on a certain treasure. You can go and have a look."

He didn't make his living from the live broadcast business.

The reason why the live broadcast is still going on now is that Hu Yang felt a little sorry when he saw that those friends had given so many gifts before, and then he just listened to one song and then he went on the live broadcast.

Otherwise, he's not interested at all.

"If someone still wants me to buy something for you, don't say it. Let's not talk about whether it's good or not. How to send it to you is a big problem. There is no express delivery here." Hu Yang felt that he still had to say something.

After all, there are people who really want a certain small thing, which can be taken away for him when he leaves here.

But what if the others want it too?
You can't favor one over another.

Next, in this small street, I constantly introduced them to various items with strong Tibetan characteristics, which opened the eyes of all netizens.

In particular, Hu Yang knows a lot, and some netizens of the Criticism Party felt that what Hu Yang said was wrong, so they went to the Internet to check it, and it was really what he said.

At the same time, they will also send out the things they have verified.

Because of this, all kinds of gifts kept coming. Although there was no rain of horrible gifts like before, there were already a lot of them compared to others.

"Wow, there are still people over there who openly sell knives." A netizen said.

And Hu Yang happened to see it too.

"There are still many customs and habits here, which seem unbelievable to you, but in fact? Every place has its unique customs and habits. For example, people in Shanghai like to eat sweets, people in Tianfu like spicy food, and people in Guangdong Province like to eat spicy food. eat anything."

"It is precisely because of this that a rich and colorful world is formed. Otherwise, if the whole world is a template, what fun is there?" Hu Yang said with a smile.

His words made the netizens in the live broadcast room nod. As he said, every place has its own characteristics, forming differences, and creating a colorful world.

There are even some places that still maintain the clan rule that infidelity will be dipped in a pig cage.

Of course it seems unbelievable to outsiders, but it seems normal to them.

Hu Yang walked over, said a few words to the stall owner, picked up a Tibetan knife and explained: "In the past, every Tibetan child would have his own Tibetan knife. It is used for self-defense against enemies and beasts.”

"As we know, the Indians on the American continent will carry a bow and arrow. The real environment forces them to do so. No one likes to fight, right?"

Then he paused and began to introduce the Tibetan knife in his hand: "This is a knife used by men. If women wear it, they will be laughed at. The same is true for men and women."

(End of this chapter)