Tomb Bride: A Millennium Immortal Jade Face Beauty

Meihui raised her head, accepted the praise arrogantly, without saying a word, and asked Lanzi to translate it for me on purpose.

Lanzi couldn't hold back her small face anymore, and pouted, "Then... what's so great about that? When I get older, I'll let Mr. Tong teach me how to make Manchu pickles!"

The amusing people laughed and asked her, girl, what kind of pickles do we Manchus have?

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I told her: "Lanzi, next time you brag, you have to understand our Northeast food culture, okay? Manchus don't know how to make pickles, so don't compete with your sister Meihui. She is Korean. We Northeast people have the habit of eating porridge and eating pickles from the Korean people. Look at the sour radish, garlic eggplant, hot and sour cabbage on our table, and the original fungus, all of which belong to the Korean people. Kind of kimchi."

After the laughter, I told the secretary that the three of us would go into the mountains and take some pictures of our Daxinganling's natural snow scene in the mountains.

But the old secretary disagreed desperately. "That's not okay. If I'm next to you, I will definitely support it, but there was a zombie in the mountain last night. If you little brats meet again, there will be something wrong. Why do you want me to explain to my ancestors?" The ancestor in his mouth was talking about Tong Dahai, the most senior of the Tong Jia family, the guardian of the holy mountain.

I am quite experienced in dealing with this kind of old man, and I let my tongue fly all over the place.

"Old secretary, you are also a member of the Communist Party, right? Don't say that we should talk about atheism, even if there are zombies, how can he come out in broad daylight? And I haven't finished talking yet, you have to lend us your son Be a guide, take a look, your son Dabao is tall, mighty, and strong. I will take a few photos in the mountains. If we don’t know everything, he will be able to climb the cover of National Geographic magazine when we go back. He will be famous by then. Isn’t it? The big beauty in the town across the river? We don’t want it anymore, we’ll just pick those from Beijing and Shanghai. Those little girls are all thieves, lalajun, wailing, and you’ll have face when you get married, right? There’s Dabao following her , this roughly grid..."

In the end, the old secretary was finally stunned, not because of my speaking skills, but mainly because it was a big deal for Dabao to think about who he was.

Just as we were about to put down our chopsticks and enter the mountain, someone from the police station on the other side of the river came to our back, asked a few simple questions, and took the body back hastily.What else can we do? It’s not that our comrades in the police are not rigorous in handling the case. This person is a tomb robber. If he is found doing this kind of thing, even if he is killed on the spot, no one will dare to say no. act.In addition, the fatal wound on his neck is naturally easier to explain. The explanation given by the old secretary is that he encountered some kind of large beast in the mountains.

It just snowed the day before yesterday, and it will be clear after the snow, but the temperature has dropped by five or six degrees. The air is fresh, there are no exhaust emissions, no deicing agent, and the temperature is more constant.So after passing the dirt road at the east end of the village, the snow began to cover the knees and it was extremely difficult to walk.

Dabao is very talkative, and there are few outsiders in the village. He kept introducing the beauty of this pure natural and pollution-free holy land.This is the first time to be alone with him, and I am more concerned about the Black Dragon Temple that he said when he picked us up.