The student union of Minzu University is quite lively today.
A week later, many efficient research students have returned to school with their results.
Director Qin and Director Jie almost take turns to be in charge here. They will personally inspect, evaluate and fill in the gaps of the results brought back by each student.
Director Qin's attitude was still good until he saw the results brought by his classmates who rushed back from Chang'an.
This tall man from Shaanxi Province carefully took out a large bag of things from his bag, as if he was holding tofu that could be easily damaged.
Peel off the first, second, and third layers of packaging, and you will find the zongzi, a dish loved by children in Shaanxi Province.
The two directors were present, and the three of them, including Zhang Hongcheng, looked at it at the same time and found that this zonggao was not the shaped pastry they had imagined.
Instead, it is a sticky substance that is close to a mixture between pastry and eight-treasure porridge.
All they saw was the hearty raisins, chopped dates, and the faint, glutinous aroma of yellow rice. Even though they all knew they had lost their warmth and were frozen, everyone's throats couldn't help but gurgle. Seeing the richness of the zongzi cake's surface, Zhang Hongcheng's first thought was the art of slicing it, each time with a knife, like a building. "Our master chef, Master Gao, made this," the students from Shaanxi Province said, excitedly. "Their craft has been passed down for seven generations, and there are records of it. We brought it all back."
The two directors looked a little heavy.
I clicked on the promotional materials about local specialties he brought back.
"Didn't I tell you? A hundred years or so will be enough. You're making it three thousand years. Isn't that making it more difficult for us?"
But this student from Shaanxi Province stubbornly refused to give in.
"The information released by our museum can't be wrong!"
"Look, there's their red stamp on the top."
"Ahem, ahem, ahem, Mr. Qian, speak Mandarin."
"Oh, look, there's their official seal on it, it's certified!"
Director Xie smiled.
"Don't get excited. It's not that we don't believe it, but it will take more than a hundred years to operate, so there won't be so many troubles later."
After hearing what the director said, the student also felt embarrassed.
"Director Xie, it's not that I didn't mention it, but I just mentioned the history of more than a hundred years, and none of those people paid any attention to me."
"If I want to get into the Shaanxi Provincial Museum to get documents and get official seals, but I don't have at least 800 years of experience, they won't even bother me."
"Someone even said something strange to me, saying if it only took more than a hundred years, they would let me carry a shovel and dig outside the city myself..."
After hearing the other party's attitude, the two directors realized that they might not be able to argue with the staff of Shaanxi Provincial Museum on this issue.
"In that case, then three thousand years will be three thousand years..."
"Let me see the next one, flower cake, right?"
"Well, the information is good. Are you sure some of the flowers used in this flower cake are unique to us?"
Pat the head of the students from Yunnan Province.
"We have unique flowers, but they're not edible. Eating too much can cause you to see evil spirits. The process used to prepare the flowers is unique to those two families, and they wouldn't reveal a single word to me, even if you beat them to death."
Director Qin and Director Jie looked at each other when they heard this, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on their faces at the same time.
Hmm~~, this is the style I want!
This is the attitude that won’t speak even if beaten to death.
The more pretentious the supplier is, the more they want the taste to be!
The next classmate came from Xiangxi. Before he could start talking about the local specialties, the two words "zongzi" popped up in Zhang Hongcheng's mind for no apparent reason.
Shaking his head to get rid of feudal superstitions, Zhang Hongcheng listened carefully to the classmate's narration.
What he brought back was a kind of tea that is a specialty of western Hunan.
Lip tea.
This kind of tea has nothing to do with the characteristics of the plant itself, but is a gimmick created by ancient scholars and officials.
Cough cough cough, this is something that should be criticized.
Speaking of which, the initiator of this project is actually sitting here - his surname is Zhang.
If he had not worked for his fellow villager from Xiangxi for a full six hours, the boy would never have gotten involved in this project.
It's really embarrassing.
The so-called lip tea is to let the virgin girls in western Hunan pick the tenderest leaves from the branches with their lips...
In this day and age, the term "chu girl" cannot be used openly in information, so the boy finally used the word "girl".
But even so, Director Xie still showed a little unnaturalness on his face when he looked at the information again.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem, have you verified the picking process on site?"
"real……?"
The boy subconsciously glanced at someone sitting next to him who was expressionless.
"I've been to the scene and saw that about one or two ounces of tea leaves in a basket are picked with the mouth."
Director Qin suddenly realized something and looked down at the document: "The essence of tea leaves is picked using this traditional picking method..."
A word game.
It certainly doesn't say that the entire box of tea leaves were picked with the mouth.
He was a little curious.
"How are the women who are in charge of picking the fruits on site? Is their work easy?"
The boy smiled awkwardly.
“The aunties are very enthusiastic…”
Um?!!!
Auntie?!
Faced with the shocked gazes in the room that were like bells, the boy lowered his head speechlessly and gave Zhang Hongcheng a reproachful look.
After he was persuaded by Zhang Hongcheng, he ran back to his hometown Chashan to take a look at the scene with a little bit of romance and excitement. He almost cried at that time.
The people picking tea all over the mountain were all old ladies (older women). When they heard that the college student wanted some lip tea, they smiled and picked a handful of tender tea leaves, chewed them in their mouths for a few times, and then spit them into the basket...
Everyone's expression changed when they heard the boy timidly tell the actual situation.
Isn't this supposed to be a "girl"?
Those before liberation shouldn’t count, right?
Director Qin did not continue to embarrass the boy, but went straight to find the culprit.
He stared at Zhang Hongcheng, who had an expressionless face.
"Xiao Zhang, do you want to give everyone an explanation?"
"False propaganda is unacceptable! It will lead to mistakes!"
Zhang Hongcheng calmly pointed to the last sentence of the document.
Everyone looked closely.
[The final right of interpretation belongs to the official].
Director Xie shook his head unhappily.
"So how are you going to explain this unnamed girl problem?"
Zhang Hongcheng licked the corner of his mouth and smiled slyly.
"That's right, girl, this word has many meanings."
"Is it possible that the word '少' is pronounced with three tones instead of the fourth?"
Everyone was stunned.
What's this weird pronunciation?
Zhang Hongcheng's faint voice sounded.
"Lesbians from ethnic minorities, or girls for short."
"puff!"
Director Qin spitted a mouthful of tea all over Director Jie's face.
This official explanation is amazing!
Apart from being a bit shameless, it is actually reasonable...
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