After finally finding two Asian faces, Chen Xi asked as soon as possible that he was actually a kimchi.
Kimchi Chinese people should be kimchi.
Looking at the two young couples who did not seem to be very generous, Chen Xi could only talk about the price with the other person.
I'm stupid, the entrance fee is 300 rubles, but these two sticks are only willing to pay 500 for the tour guide fee.
With the idea of opening a stroke first, Chen Xi mentioned the price of seven hundred after the negotiation.
Fortunately, these two people will English, which can be regarded as an obstacle. After buying a ticket, Chen Xi took them into the museum.
Along the way, the eyes of the two Kimchi countrymen were widened, they were chattering non-stop, and they were so excited that they almost jumped into the sky.
In their place, the museums were just broken bowls and rags. How could I have seen so many works of art made of gold?
I have to say that Lao Maozi's museum is quite luxurious, from the architecture to the exhibits, everything is luxurious.
Even the chandeliers above the head are brilliant.
But excitement is excitement, but you still need to be reserved.
Within two minutes, the two kimchi people began to pretend to be forced.
In particular, the young man deliberately straightened his back. Every time he looked at those artworks, he shook his head slightly and sighed.
"What's wrong, where are you not satisfied?" Chen Xi asked curiously.
"Nothing, I just think that the stuff here is too low, and there is nothing exhibited in our Museum of Kimchi Country." The youth replied arrogantly.
"Oh?"
"It is said that gold is valuable, and porcelain is priceless. A bowl of our bowl is more valuable than this." The young face blushed and blew the cow, and the girl next to him nodded desperately, as if he was afraid that Chen Xi would not believe it. of.
After figuring out the situation, Chen Xi almost laughed out loud, but he still catered to the other party and said: "That's right, that's right. The whole world knows that your Kimchi country has a long history, vast land, and is the world's top culture, economy, and military. ”
In order to tip more, Chen Xi can only accompany the young man to brag.
"Haha, do you know our history too?" The young man asked happily.
"Then I must understand, I am this tour guide, there are also traces left in this museum in this museum!"
"Really?"
"It's true." Chen Xi nodded and continued to take them to visit.
"Aren't you a tour guide? You have to explain it when we spend money, otherwise what's the difference between it and us walking around on our own?" the girl on the side suddenly asked. She always felt that the money was not worth it.
"Oh, yes. This is the bed where Peter had slept before." Chen Xi pointed at a single bed in front of him.
Of course, this is definitely not the bed that Peter the Great slept on, that bed is on display in the Summer Palace.
"Why is this bed so small? The hotel bed we lived yesterday was also poor." The girl asked.
"I heard that Kimchi Country invaded Europe and dominated Eurasia." The boy began to popularize history knowledge to the two of them.
"Because... because Peter the Great was not very tall, as an emperor, in order to maintain his rule, he made everyone in the country sleep on small beds. If anyone objects, it is disloyal to him." Chen Xi saw someone talking nonsense. Damn it, he also made it up.
It is said on the Internet that the kimchi country has modified its own land sector, which is indeed there.
Basically, the three provinces are included in the scope of Goguryeo.
However, there are still some maps on the Internet that have made some maps, incorporated Eurasia into the territory of the ancient kimchi countries, and claiming that this is true ancient history. Not everyone is so smart, but some kimchi people really believe it.
The young man in front of me obviously belongs to this type of person.
"Aren't all Russians tall? How can there be someone who is not tall?"
"Ahem, because Peter the Great was not a Russian, but a Kimchi country."
"What? Then why does he have a Russian name?"
"It's a homophony. His kimchi name is actually Pei Tuo. Look, does it sound the same as kimchi pronunciation?" Chen Xi made it up seriously.
"Peter, Pe-tal, Pei Tuo. Haha, they are really the same! It turns out that the emperor of Russia is from our country of Kimchi. This really shows that our ancestors once fought here and ruled here. Sure enough, there is no lie in the history books. . There are actually some uneducated people on the Internet who have raised questions. This time when I go back, I will give them a good knowledge of history." The young man was so happy that he had forgotten what Chen Xi said about Peter the Great's short stature. He was so excited. Dancing on the spot like a fool.
The tourists next to them stared at this strange Asian, covering their mouths and laughing.
"What is this?" The girl asked with a golden bird.
The bird's whole is glittering and the level of craftsmanship is extremely high.
"This is...a phoenix." Chen Xi wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself: In ancient times, Zhao Gao called a deer a horse, but now I have a man who calls a hole a phoenix.
"Phoenix? There is no such thing in this world. It only exists in myths." The young man shook his head in disbelief.
Seeing this, Chen Xi could only say again: "This is actually a chicken that Peter the Great brought from the Kimchi Country. But the chickens in the Kimchi Country are a special breed. The Russians had never seen this thing, so they regarded it as a sacred bird. , that is, Phoenix ”
"It turns out that this is the case, barbaric is barbaric, and he hasn't seen only chickens. Hey ~" The young man heard his words and shook his head and shook his head.
"There is no way around it. Russia is located in the Eastern European plains. It has been a corridor for the migration of nomads between Asia and Europe since ancient times. According to historical records, the first nomads to appear here were the Scythians, and then the Sarmatians. , Goths, Huns, Rouran (Avars), Khazars (Turkish These nomadic peoples have had a profound impact on the ethnic composition of Russia. The nomadic peoples you also know mainly make a living by animal husbandry, and the main animals they raise include goats, sheep, cattle, and horses. And camels, etc., they rarely raise chickens..."
"So why did Peter bring the chicken here?" The girl asked.
"Because he is from the kimchi country, he still retains his unique eating habits and often misses his hometown's ginseng chicken soup with rice."
"I see, they are indeed barbarians. They don't even have delicious food like chicken soup and kimchi. We ate Russian food yesterday, and it was even worse than pig food."
Hearing Chen Xi's commentary, the two sticks nodded.
But Chen Xi really wanted to ask them, have you ever eaten pig food?
Also, the food of kimchi country seems to be no different from pig feed.
"Well, what kind of armor is this, neither as our kimchi nor nor Russia. I remember the armor of Russia in TV is metal reinstalled." The three people talked, and the young man suddenly suddenly went, and the young man suddenly suddenly went. It was attracted by a well -preserved ancient Mongolian armor.
"Oh, this is the Mongolian armor, you see this bow, this gurgling ..." Chen Xi continued to explain.
"That's not right. We Kimchi people rule here, shouldn't we wear the armor of the Kimchi people?"
"That's because ... these Mongolians are the servants of Emperor Peter. In order to distinguish the servants of different ethnic groups, Petde the Great retained their costumes." Chen Xi continued to blow.
"Peito is so great, and there are so many servants of different ethnic groups. Also, we are the main country, and we must take out the minds of the great power. It is also a matter of granted to keep them culture. This is in line with our Confucianism. Traditionally.
The Confucian culture was introduced into the kimchi country early. As early as the Han Dynasty, with the spread of the Chinese characters, Confucian culture gradually came into the peninsula, which made the national ownership of kimchi the opportunity to expose and absorb the essence of Confucian culture. The kimchi people respect the Confucian thoughts very much and regard them as an important part of their own culture. They also believe that Confucius is a kimchi state, and deeply rooted in the ideological consciousness of the nation.
While the two sticks were still intoxicated with themselves, a ghost guy next to him whispered in Chen Xi's ear: "I just followed you all the way. Your explanation seems a bit untrue."
Looking at the tourist in front of him, Chen Xi also quietly replied: "We are a charity that cooperates with the Red Cross. We are here to take the mentally ill patients from Kimchi Country to travel abroad. These two people have delusions. In order to prevent them from going crazy To make trouble, we can only make up some stories.”
"That's it." Ghost guy thought he really nodded.
The first tour was quite good. Chen Xi's explanation greatly satisfied the vanity of the two stickmen, and after a while of deception, the two actually gave a tip.
Chen Xi, who was standing at the door of the museum, smoked a cigarette and counted the banknote, and the money was too difficult to make.
I was conscience and said so many lies. The kimchi people were almost blown into God, and they actually exchanged for 1,500 rubles.
Sighing, he still had to do this job, so he started looking for the next customer.
It’s around four o’clock in the afternoon, at the entrance of the museum.
"Fuck, I got off work so early, it's not even the stipulated closing time." Chen Xi couldn't help complaining, looking at the approximately 20,000 rubles in his hand.
I bought a bottle of mineral water on the street, and Run Run said dry mouth. Chen Xi could only choose to return to the train station first.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
More than twenty minutes later, Chen Xi, who was back to the original mobile phone store, couldn't help but scold the store. >
"Damn, there are no trains to Moscow." After asking the conductor, Chen Xi walked out of the station in despair.
He touched the empty wallet, looked at the few bank cards that didn't know the password inside, and had an impulse to vomit blood.
This Wang Xianqi actually doesn't even have a Visa credit card.
At this time, the stomach was hungry. Chen Xi could only find a small shop on the side of the road and bought a poor ghost package that didn't know what stuff, and stuffed it in his mouth.
"It's so ugly." Looking at the mixture of potatoes and meat foam in the lunch box, he couldn't help complaining again.
The earliest bus is tomorrow. Where will you sleep tonight?
I still have to leave money to buy a mobile phone...
Sitting on the roadside road, he couldn't help but start thinking.
The hotels near the train station are too expensive, and they often cost thousands of rubles to rip off guests, which is similar to the hotels in China.
After searching around to no avail, he could only walk farther away.
I wanted to find an internet cafe to contact the next person through QQ, but there was no discovery of a place to surf the Internet along the way.
Moreover, the people near the railway station are quite unfriendly. Walking on the road, the nearby Lao Maozi stared at him with unsatisfied eyes, as if he wanted to make money from him.
He quickened his pace and saw a square in front of him.
Compared with the place just now, the people here look as kind as angels. The men and women in the square were either feeding pigeons or singing and dancing.
Looking at the group of fat pigeons around, Chen Xi smiled bitterly.
Even my cell phone is broken now, so let’s not talk about taking photos for blackmail, haha.
The warnings of Andre's previous warnings, now it seems that it can't be used.
At this time, a band on the square performed passionately. The roar of the drums and the depression of bass were intertwined with a cheerful movement.
This is a good song.
Chen Xi, who was a little tired, stood there with his arms folded, unable to move his feet.
Just listen to music and relax.
I'm so far away, at least twenty or thirty meters here, so no one should ask me for money.
Besides, paying street performers depends on whether pedestrians are willing or not.
It's not illegal to listen to music, right? Otherwise, if I take a stereo and play it on the street, wouldn't I still make a fortune?
The more he thought about it, the more Chen Xi felt that his analysis made sense, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
After observing for a minute and making sure that no one around him was being charged, he felt relieved.
To be honest, although Lao Maozi's food is a bit unpalatable, the songs are generally good.
The melody filled with cheerful melody was like a clear spring, quietly washing away the many worries Chen Xi had accumulated in the past two days.
"Отдайденьги!" Just as he was enjoying the music, a discordant voice suddenly came from his ears.
Not understanding Russian, he immediately asked in English: "Is something wrong?"
Looking at the Russian kid in front of him, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, Chen Xi looked confused.
"Chinese?" The teenager used a stingy Chinese language.
Hum hum, I want to test where I come from. I think we Chinese people are all soft persimmons, right?
"Yeah, what's wrong." Chen Xi nodded.
"Give money!" After confirming, the teenager stretched out his hand.
"Why? I didn't take a camera to shoot your pigeons. Don't tell me to see your pigeon and give money." Chen Xi hugged his arms and snorted.
However, the other party seemed to be able to understand his words at all.
So he repeated it again in English, but the boy still didn't understand.
After a brief exchange of body language, Chen Xi finally figured out what excuse the other party was looking for to blackmail him.
It's actually the floor tiles under your feet!
The other party said that the floor tiles that Chen Xi stepped on was his house, and he was a big score!
"Give me money!" The young man extended his hand again, as if he would not give up until he got the money.
"How far the little fart is, how far the little fart is, and I will beat you if I don't get up!" The anger of the past few days has been holding. Chen Xi watched this young man who was shorter than himself and raised his fist to fight.
The young man seemed to be scared. He dropped a few words in Russian and quickly walked away.
Chen Xishun looked at the trend, and there seemed to be a few old Maozi who was approaching him over there.
Thirty-six strategies: walking is the best strategy, run away!
PS: The incident of stepping on the floor tiles in this square looks outrageous, but it is true. At first, others told me that the pigeons could not be shot randomly, so I didn't shoot the pigeons with my mobile phone, but I did not expect that Lao Maozi came to this out. Then I became angry and scared the guy to call people. The impression that Russia gave me is that there are too many people who have unemployed here, too poor. So like Southeast Asia, you can only get some illegal means to make money. There are women who come up with you for money. As long as you give a hundred dollars, you kiss her, she can kiss you, in short, it is difficult to say. (End of this chapter)