"How to Angry People in a Province with One Word" is a joke in a pirated magazine that Zhang Feng bought at the school gate.
Chujiu didn’t know this joke, but there is a similar plot in this article.
To make Shaanxi people go crazy, all you need to do is say in front of them: I think Shanxi's noodles are better.
A middle-aged woman who is gorgeously dressed and has a more serious personality, but she is the talkative type.
The woman actually brought out a chair from the restaurant and placed it next to Chujiu, saying that she wanted to educate Chujiu about the eight major noodles in Shaanxi.
“Well, Shaanxi is most famous for its steamed noodles!”
Perhaps it was because the woman had a kind face, or perhaps the knowledge she taught suited Chujiu's taste, so Chujiu sat up straight and looked like a good student who was listening carefully.
Zhang Feng suppressed his laughter again and turned his head to look away.
Seeing the appearance of Chujiu and Zhang Feng, I felt happy. I didn't expect that the jokes in the magazine could actually happen in real life.
My mind recalled the contents of the joke uncontrollably.
How to annoy Fujian people with one sentence: None of you can speak Mandarin, right?
How to annoy Shanxi people with one sentence: Are you a coal boss? Are you just jealous?
How to annoy Shandong people with one sentence: Aren’t all Shandong people tall? Why are you so short?
How to annoy Jiangxi people with one sentence: You actually eat spicy food too?
How to annoy people in Beijing with one sentence: How to annoy people in Beijing with a few words.
How to annoy Hunanese with one sentence: Bacon and sausage are still sweet and delicious.
How to annoy Chongqing people with one sentence: Guizhou people can eat spicy food better than you.
How to annoy Guizhou people with one sentence: Chongqing people can eat spicy food better than you.
I was having fun thinking about the jokes in the magazine, when Chujiu suddenly kicked me.
"Guo Guo, I seem to be hungry again. I really want to eat dipping noodles, biangbiang noodles, soup noodles, garlic noodles, potato noodles, buckwheat noodles, and the best abalone fin noodles in the world."
The woman looked like a teachable child, smiled at Chujiu, twisted her waist and left with satisfaction.
Because Zhang Feng had been holding back his smile for a long time, he suddenly laughed loudly and actually slipped from the round chair to the ground.
"Other people look good when they smile, but you are different. You look funny."
On the ninth day of the lunar month, the usual quarrel with Zhang Feng began. Within two minutes, Zhang Feng was defeated. He shouted that he had to catch the train and ran to the bar to pay for the beef dumplings.
Zhang Feng was not a pretentious person. He simply said goodbye to us, said "see you at school in a few days," and walked to the bus station without looking back.
"Are you full? Let's go to the Public Security Bureau."
According to the mission information Wan Li sent us, we should contact someone from the local Public Security Bureau when we arrive in Yongji City.
"I went to the police station in Hammer, and those people talked nonsense again. I was so annoyed. I went directly to the place where the crime occurred. After the matter was resolved, I went back home. It's too cold here."
On the ninth day of the lunar month, I stamped my feet and told me that the soles of my feet were so cold that I couldn’t feel anything.
Sure enough, there are some physical differences between southerners and northerners. For example, I couldn't stand the cold and wet in Chongqing, and it felt even colder than in Shanxi.
Returning to the passenger terminal, I looked for the short-distance bus window and bought a bus ticket to Xiaowang Village.
When we boarded the bus, we happened to see Zhang Feng making faces at us on the bus bound for Yuncheng parked next door to us.
The short-distance bus does not have a fixed parking platform, so we told the conductor to go to the abandoned brick factory near Xiaowang Village.
"Guo Guo, your country here is not much better than ours. Isn't it too desolate? Did the lady who sold the tickets lie to us?"
The bus stopped on the winding mountain road, and the conductor told us to get off the bus and walk along the opposite path for about ten minutes to the abandoned brick factory.
Chujiu and I stood on the cold and windy hillside, looking around at patches of yellow land, with no trace of a village.
The small dirt road is just what the conductor calls it. In fact, it is not small at all and is wide enough to pass a jeep.
There are traces of car tires on the small dirt road. I am sure that I will encounter villages along this road, but I am not sure how long it will take to walk.
"Holy shit! Guoguo! Isn't this amazing? Our village is on the mountain, but yours is at the bottom of the mountain."
After walking along the small dirt road for less than three minutes, I turned around a hill and my view instantly broadened.
Hundreds of households are densely packed along the Yellow River that meanders at the foot of the mountain, and a small dirt road winds down to the village.
However, we did not walk along the small dirt road, but chose a real path. The path went vertically, and it only took about ten minutes to walk to the village.
I asked someone about the location of the abandoned brick factory, and along the dirt road two hundred meters away from the Yellow River, I saw a yard surrounded by black brick walls not long after leaving the village.
There is a big tree as thick as an iron barrel in front of the yard. Under the tree, two young men in their mid-twenties, sitting on small horses, chatting.
I vaguely heard words like "Be careful not to panic" and "Hold on for two more days" in the chat.
Needless to say, these two people are the young policeman and military brother responsible for guarding the female body in the mission information.
"Don't go in! Don't go in! What do you do?"
The two people chatting had noticed Chujiu and me a long time ago, and originally thought we were just passing by. Until Chujiu stopped at the door of the brick factory and was about to push open the wooden door, the two of them yelled in panic.
"Your home? You said you shouldn't go in, so why don't you go in?"
As expected, Wan Li misled Chujiu. When performing the mission, Chujiu instantly turned into a condescending person.
It's hard for me to understand that Wan Li told Chujiu not to weaken the department's reputation. Did he have to show it in this way?
I remembered Wan Li's cold face when he was at the Chongqing Public Security Bureau. The two of them were exactly the same.
"Hey, this little kid is so dumb when talking. I said you can't go in, so you can't go in! What's going on?"
The young policeman didn't expect that the thin young man in front of him would reply to him like this. He stood up abruptly and sounded like a policeman with a firm attitude in handling the case.
"Are you sure you don't want to let in?"
Chujiu casually took out the red book issued by the department from his pocket and threw it towards the young policeman.
"Can we come in now?"
The young policeman opened the red book and read it for a long time, then handed it to the older brother Jun next to him. After reading it, Brother Jun stared at Chujiu in disbelief.
"Who is Brother Jun? We are the commissioners here to assist in handling the case."
I also took out my red book, waved it towards them, and said hello.
"Uh, um, leader, just call me Zhang Jun, he is Zhao Meng. I really didn't expect you, uh, you..."
Zhang Jun pointed to the young policeman next to him and introduced him. When he mentioned us, he suddenly became speechless and didn't know how to express himself.
"Too young, right? We've long been used to it. This is the ninth day of the lunar month, the main force in this operation."
I slapped Chujiu on the forehead to signal him not to act like he didn't deserve a beating.