"The towering Xingan Mountains are covered with a vast forest, where the brave Oroqen people live."

"One horse, one spear, roe deer and wild deer fill the mountains and ridges, I can't stop shooting them."

Qin Zian hummed an Oroqen folk song while fiddling with the roe deer horn hat in his hand.

The little tiger stared at Qin Zian in astonishment, completely unable to believe that the young man in front of him could sing their folk songs.

"You can actually sing our Oroqen folk songs, and you sing them so well?"

Faced with the little tiger's shocked expression, Qin Zian couldn't help but feel speechless.

He's just a bit unconventional in his actions, but he still has a good grasp of basic common sense.

But in the little tiger's view, the Oroqen people are sparsely populated and spend most of their time in the forest.

Naturally, the little tiger assumed that very few people knew about the Oroqen people.

Before coming here, the little tiger made a lot of preparations, hoping to let more people know about his ethnic group.

Now, as soon as he comes down the mountain, he hears the familiar Oroqen folk songs, which warms his heart.

“I was thinking that I would give the roe deer antler hat to whoever could sing this little tune. Now…” the little tiger scratched his head and said awkwardly, “Now, it’s yours.”

“I was just kidding you! We’re all here to promote the Oroqen people. If I accepted this, it would just be a transfer from one hand to the other.”

As he spoke, Qin Zian returned the roe deer horn hat to the little tiger and patted him on the shoulder.

Although the roe deer horn hat is very precious, it is already a priceless treasure.

However, Qin Zian is not the kind of person who would keep rare treasures for himself; rather, he is willing to share them with the public.

He clearly understands his mission: to make more and more people aware of and understand his hometown, Harbin.

After their interaction, Qin Zian has managed to break the ice with the little tiger.

Next, we should get down to business and properly promote the Oroqen people.

Therefore, Qin Zian led the little tiger into Central Street and began the official parade.

The honest and simple-minded little tiger stayed by Qin Zi'an's side, but his gaze couldn't help but wander back and forth between Qin Zi'an and the roe deer hat.

Even now, the little tiger is still reeling from the shock of Qin Zian's rejection.

This roe deer horn hat is a rare item, a treasure passed down through generations.

Even among the Oroqen people, it's not something that can be owned and worn casually.

Does he know his stuff?

Just as the little tiger was wondering about this, a noisy voice interrupted his thoughts.

"So beautiful! Are they from an ethnic minority group?"

Qin Zi'an originally planned to take the little tiger to the center of the crowd to further promote the ethnic culture of the Oroqen people.

But seeing how enthusiastic everyone was, Qin Zian directly answered their questions.

"This young man is an Oroqen, and he is wearing Oroqen traditional clothing. The Oroqen people live by hunting, which is reflected in their traditional clothing."

"Their clothes are mainly made of roe deer skin, and the thread used for sewing is not ordinary thread, but rather the sinew of deer, elk, or roe deer. What you see now is roe deer clothing, which is the natural color of the roe deer."

"Look at the roe deer horn hat in the Oroqen man's hand. Doesn't it look like a lifelike roe deer? Actually, the raw material for making the roe deer horn hat is the roe deer itself. It uses the entire roe deer's head, removes the bones and flesh, and only keeps the hair, horns, ears, and nose..."

Qin Zi'an meticulously explained the production process of the roe deer clothing and roe deer horn hat to everyone, covering every single detail.

Not only were the clueless passersby and tourists stunned, but even the little tiger itself was astonished.

Because the country has enacted an animal protection law, and the Oroqen people have been brought down from the mountains to live a different life.

As a member of the Oroqen people in the new era, Xiao Laohu has never participated in real hunting life, let alone made roe deer clothing and roe deer horn hats.

He had heard his elders mention this topic before, but they only briefly touched on it.

Only now does the little tiger understand...

Qin Zian wasn't unaware of the value of the roe deer horn hat; in fact, he knew it all too well.

Just as the little tiger's admiration for Qin Zi'an was rising rapidly, he suddenly felt a push from behind.

Following this was Qin Zian's cheerful laughter.

"Little potatoes, hurry up and take a picture with the Oroqen guy! The entire Oroqen ethnic group only has about nine thousand people, which is even rarer than the national treasure, the giant panda."

As soon as Qin Zian said this, the little potatoes around him swarmed over.

When they saw ethnic minorities dressed in traditional clothing, they already had the idea of ​​taking photos to remember the occasion.

Now I hear that the Oroqen people are even more precious than giant pandas...

Needless to say, everyone just rushed in without thinking.

The little tiger was bewildered as people kept walking up to him.

At that moment, only one word was on his mind.

Qin Zian, you old bastard!

Although the little tiger complained a bit in his mind, he was still quite happy.

After all, he is now promoting the Oroqen people and experiencing the enthusiasm of the public.

This is no longer just a simple photo opportunity; it's a true expression of the unity of the Chinese nation.

The little potatoes took turns going up to take photos with the little tiger, while also chatting happily.

"Qin Zian, have you people from Harbin always been like this in terms of 'torture'? The Northeastern cuisine of the 'Guide to Entering Prison' has just ended, and now we have another outlaw in roe deer clothing."

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