Chapter 312: Seeing the poor

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Will the fox pick flowers?
The other fox Lin Luoran said that it is not allowed. The only thing she has in her family is that she can't talk about people. Everything is the same as people. It should be said that it is more important than people.
Wash your hands before eating, use tableware for dinner, wash your face and feet before going to bed. I don't know if it was raised by the white fox, or after I came to the Lin family, Lin Luoran got up one morning and found that it took a large leaf roll and collected the dew between the flowers – she thought what the little green fox would do. After careful observation, I found that it took two hours to collect a bouquet of flowers to wash your face! !
At that time, the deep shock, Lin Luoran remembered now. It is a pity that she is a woman, and she has dealt with that face. Whether it is in the past or the present, it is a matter of washing and collecting flowers. ... Water system is actually very convenient, but Lin Luoran's life attitude has been cultivated for many years, I really never thought about such a prudent approach.
"You shouldn't be, know this fox?" Lin Luoran tried to ask.
Xiao Hongbin looked very awkward. How could this sister named Lin speak to a fox and understand?
Xiao Qinghu’s vivid and fascinating eye has subverted Hong Bin’s cognition of the fox.
This woman is really stupid! The fox in the world, who is as special as it is, is generally long and not bad, it is to know the flower... Can anyone still draw this flower now?
For many years, it is sure that it is not your own memory.
The wild hillsides of the sky, the green can not see the variegated, only in June every year, a colorful flower bud blooms one night, flowers bloom one day, will fade when the sun sets. Thanks to the open, those mortals have never seen such a different kind of species, and the more they pass the more outrageous, they say that it is really ridiculous to make a wish.
Can realize the wish, there is no such treasure in the world, those stupid people who are dying really believe, the people who come to steal flowers every year are endless, the latter is annoying, and the mortals living in the territory are driven out. ... Xiaoqing fox eyes flashed a glimmer of light, except for those mortals who have never been smart, no one has ever seen this flower again?
It’s strange, the sand in the eyes, the little green fox rubbed it with his claws, and the water splashed out automatically, but it couldn’t stop.
It was still rubbing hard and falling in the eyes of Lin Luoran, but it was crying with a jar.
After killing Hong Bin, the remaining jars were brought back. Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian looked and saw. Although Xiaoqinghu often grabs people, everyone knows its temper, and Lin’s no one hates it. This is the two. At one time, I saw the little fox who was very "arbitrarily" crying. What is it for?
Lin Luoran thinks that Professor Yan had inadvertently said that the king of the Qing Dynasty in the "Shan Hai Jing", the king of the Fox family is blue - it should not be a seeing home, right?
Not long ago, she personally passed through time and space. This world is not as simple as it is. In Lin Luoran’s view, many myths are based on Shan Hai Jing. It must be justified. Perhaps this is a book. , similar to the travel notes like "Kyushu"? But the latter is the monk of the Dan, the former happens to record the lost history.
If there is a country of Qingqiu, where is it?
Lin Luoran’s eyes are a little merciful. It is so small. He has been living in the underground world with the white fox. Can he still find his way home?
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Taojiacun made pottery for generations. The national defense moved to the mountains to avoid disasters. There are also clay here. The craftsmanship of the pottery is of course not lost. There is no income in the mountains, daily necessities, and the children in the village have to go to the mountains in recent years. Reading, all rely on these pottery products to support.
The village knows that Jia Hong Er’s uncle is alone. The pottery craftsmanship is the top of the village, and the heart is not bad. A place where the old man has no money to spend, most of the money for making Taoshan goods in the pottery and peace, is given to the children in the village. Because of this, Hong Er’s status in the village is not low, not to mention the fact that others are old and sophisticated, and there is a wisdom that no one else can match. Many people will ask him to make decisions. The prestige in the village is extremely high.
However, Hong Er’s grandfather also encountered troubles in the past two days, that is, a group of Japanese people living in his family.
That cherry tree, I like it too, and every time I look at Hong Er’s grandfather with a adoring look, he feels guilty.
Of course, it is not because his technology is not enough, but because he is worried about this group of Japanese.
Hong Er’s old man is not faint, and his heart is savvy. The craftsmanship of pottery has been passed down from generation to generation. It is also because of the ancestors' things that they value the talents of Taocun. Nowadays, the world outside is changing with each passing day. Those delicate porcelains have low cost and large output. Who doesn't like it?
Since it is not the craftsmanship of the Tao ancestral ancestors, what is it, can these Japanese people stay here for so many days? Hong Er’s grandfather plucked the chicken while he was swearing.
The translator at the side of the Sun was discouraged. He said this big pass. The old man’s ear is very bad. It’s not easy to hear the exact sentence in ten sentences.
"Mr. Hong Lao, do you really not consider it? Your village is uniquely endowed by the mountains. There are countless treasures in the mountains. Whether it is bamboo shoots or bamboo rafts, it is a rare and delicious food. Those wild vegetables are also full of flavor. The people of the Dahe nationality like it very much. If you want to mix it with pottery and export it to Japan, you will definitely be able to buy a good price. Sakurako also knows a lot of Japanese businessmen, and you can take the bridge from the bridge to reward Mr. Hong’s hospitality these days...

The summer sun was blocked by a cluster of bamboo in the garden, and Asada Sakurako stood in the light and shadow, warmly speaking in the Spanish language, and the words could not be said. Speaking from her mouth, the Japanese words that are smashing in the mouth are not so annoying. Hong Er’s grandfather’s hands are falling, and when a chicken is not much, it will be taken off.
Sun translated the words of Asada Sakurako into Huaxia, and the sparse eyebrows of Hong Er’s grandfather jumped. Selling Shanzhen? Their village is in the middle of the mountains. If they want to make money by exporting Shanzhen, repairing the money of a road, and selling ten years of mountain treasures, they can’t make it back... The merchants are not interested in the early days. It is obvious that this Japanese woman is jealous of him.
Hong Er’s grandfather smiled and revealed the gums without a few teeth:
It’s not a sentimentality. The chickens in the old man’s house are killing. This is only borrowed from others... Miss Sakura, you have to eat the old man these days. The dish, the pottery jar in the garden, how much do you want to take, just pick it up, take it casually, just take it."
Hospitality? Miss Sakurako is too polite to this old man. Since I have been in this Tao Village, several of them have eaten chicken every day. It was originally a good meal in the wilderness, especially at noon on the first day, that pot of enthusiasm The mushroom stewed chicken came up, and the scent was overflowing. It was so delicious that Sun translated and swallowed his tongue almost.
But the next day I ate chicken again, and the same way, Sun translated felt that the chicken soup was a bit tired.
Even after eating for a few days, the chicken was originally hot. On this hot day, Sun translated a row of red dragonfly on the brain, and the tip of the tongue was also bubbling. He spoke too, and he couldn’t sleep at night, his eyes closed and closed. They are all smiles of Miss Sakurako. Sun translated and eat chickens and went to the konjac.
Asada’s Sakurako heard that Hong Er’s grandfather finally turned the topic to the pottery jar and pretended to be naive:
Mr. Hong’s pottery jar is doing very well, especially this one.

She went back to the room and took out the pottery jar filled with mushrooms. The whole tank was simple and generous. A fox stood on the hillside. There was only one back, the mountain flowers were blooming, and the fluff on the fox ears were all distinct. It was really lifelike.
Purely handmade, this is indeed a very beautiful pottery, with the theme of fox, this is also the exclusive craft of Hong Ertai, he also has some contentment.
However, Miss Sakurako slipped her fingertips and pointed at the inconspicuous little flower and asked, "What is this flower?"
This jar is a dyed colored pottery. This flower is simple in brushwork and looks very ordinary. It is very careful when Hong Er’s master dyes. This piece of mountain flower is delicate and delicate. Each flower is seven petals, each with its own petals. Different colors, together like a rainbow, are dazzling, but they have robbed the fox as the protagonist.
Sun translation did not take it for granted. As usual, Hong Er’s grandfather took the chicken’s hand and paused. He was embarrassed to show his teeth:
People are old and the chickens are not stable.

Asada Sakurako listened to him and transferred the topic, holding the jar and stepping forward: "Mr. Hong Lao, I lived in the area of ​​Huaxia Shandong in my childhood. I heard a legend about the country of Qingqiu. I don't know if you heard of it. No?"
Sun translated just want to translate, suddenly stunned, Miss Sakura said what is Huaxia.
Hong Er’s hand trembled slightly, and his old eyes were turbid.
Miss Sakura, is the old man listening to it? How do you say Chinese?

Asada Sakura smiled slightly and was mild and amiable under the bamboo shadow.
"Mr. Hong Lao, I will still speak Shandong dialect. Tao Jiacun has moved from Shandong for many years. I haven't heard the local accent for a long time. Can I miss it?"
Hong Er’s ugly old eyes looked even more confused, but in fact the heart was shocked. Taocun migrated twice. The first time was in the late Ming Dynasty, moved from Shandong to Suizhong, and the second time moved to the middle of the mountain.
Is this the purpose of the Japanese?
After reading the private school of Hong Er, a few years ago, I first thought of the words "the picture is poor."