Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

An Ning clasped her hands together and thanked her ancestors very seriously for opening up the territory.

Without them, there would be no life we ​​have today.

Jiang Xia cooperated perfectly, put her hands together, and joined An Ning's grateful team.

Li Chengze, whose mouth was full of sushi, didn't understand what was going on, but it didn't stop him from joining.

The three of them, who seemed to be obsessed with a certain organization, were praying to a pile of food.

The proprietress who walked through the outside window quickened her pace when she saw such a mysterious scene.

But don’t ask her to join!

She heard that such organizations are cannibalistic places that will make people lose their wealth!

No wonder the three of them lived with her because they had no money.

That’s not right. How can you still eat so well without money?

An Ning and the others had no idea what kind of analysis and judgment the boss lady had gone through due to a joke made by the three of them.

An H-style meal, the other three people were full and full.

In the evening, the three of them had a good rest.

The experience of these two days can be written into a movie textbook.

The next morning, the three of them got up very early in order to buy plane tickets at a nearby travel agency.

Within walking distance, a few minutes later the three of them stood at the door of the travel agency, looking at the note posted in front of the travel agency.

"Are you kidding?"

An Ning really couldn't believe her eyes. She looked over and over again, wondering why God was so against her every time.

"What's written on it?"

Li Chengze did not dare to ask An Ning and touched Jiang Xia with one arm.

"Dense fog, flight cancelled."

"Dense fog? I didn't see the fog?"

Li Chengze looked at the surrounding streets. It was indeed a bit foggy, but it couldn't be considered a heavy fog.

"Kicked in the head by a donkey!"

An Ning turned around, and a brain crash hit Li Chengze's head.

"People are talking about heavy fog at the airport. Does the airport understand? This is not like China, where there are planes in many places."

Very few airports?

According to the theory of the H people, they don’t need airplanes either.

However, they have never considered this issue in terms of land area.

The most fearful thing about illusory national self-confidence is that it will be exposed by others.

An Ning turned around helplessly. She couldn't fly back with the fighter jet in the space. It wasn't impossible, it was just not worth exposing.

"Let's go, find a breakfast shop and wait until the fog clears."

The figures of the three people walked into the thin mist and gradually disappeared.

Not to mention, the fog is getting worse and worse.

When the three people stood in front of a breakfast stall, the stall opposite could no longer be seen clearly.

“It’s really foggy. I want one, and less of that sauce.”

An Ning pointed to the sauce bottles on the small stall to order, and the proprietress behind the dining car said yes clearly.

What they eat is a very convenient breakfast, using thick toast, rolled in egg wash, fried until golden, sprinkled with cheese, stuffed with lettuce, onions, tomatoes, ham, and greasy chicken. Now, a sandwich burger is ready.

An Ning bought two, Jiang Xia bought two, and Li Chengze bought one.

The three of them did not go back to the hotel, but just squatted on the roadside eating.

It's delicious when it's hot, otherwise the vegetables inside will become soft and it won't taste good.

"Except for being a little oily, it tastes really good."

“The ingredients are quite fresh.”

Jiang Xia and An Ning gave their evaluations. Li Chengze was only responsible for eating with his head down and did not dare to talk much. He found that his IQ had been somewhat lost recently.

I hope he can get it back after returning to the embrace of China.

"Cough cough cough cough——-teacher, teacher, teacher——"

Li Chengze just raised his head and glanced to the right. The next second he coughed violently. He wanted to call the master, but he choked a little.

The worried An Ning stood up again and slapped Li Chengze on the back.

"Ahem—master, ghost—"

Li Chengze's voice was a little scary, and An Ning, who had his back turned, silently patted Li Chengze's head.

"Fortunately, you are still a scientist, what the hell!"

An Ning turned around and stepped on the ground in the next second, but calmed down and said: "When people look at it, it means they are attending a funeral, okay? That's nonsense."

In the distance, he is wearing traditional clothes in white, with a white cloth on his head, and the leader in front is holding two sticks with strips of white cloth scattered on them.

A group of people, playing music, playing and singing, walked slowly from the center of the street, one step at a time, in the heavy fog.

Any Chinese who saw this scene would feel a little numb.

If you see it in the middle of the night, you don’t have to run away, the Jade Emperor, the Tathagata Buddha begged all over.

"Be serious, people are going to have a funeral."

An Ning kicked Li Chengze with one foot. Li Chengze immediately calmed down the expression on his face. Only Jiang Xia looked a little strange.

But before he could say anything, An Ning was surprised.

"What are they doing? Why are they talking with a smile? Who is holding the coffin? Why didn't you see it?"

"Why are those people saying congratulations? Are you so progressive in your thinking?"

An Ning is really puzzling.

"peaceful?"

"what?"

Anning turned back.

Jiang Xia stood up and walked to her side.

"They're not doing a funeral, they're doing a wedding."

An Ning's outlook on life was shattered!

In other words, her cognition was shattered.

happy event?White?White cloth strip on the head?

Why did she remember that Heidan'er just made a white pillow towel, cried twice to An Guoqing, and was beaten up by An Guoqing?

"Why is the happy event in this funeral style?"

"This place is different from China. They think red is the color of blood and is unlucky, so they use white for many important and festive things."

An Ning pursed her lips, trying to say something but nothing came out.

Red is unlucky?

No, this concept cannot be changed for the Chinese people.

An Ning stood stupidly, Jiang Xia stuffed a sandwich into her hand.

"Watch while eating, they are getting there."

Sure enough, within a few seconds, the white wedding procession stopped at a door, diagonally opposite the breakfast stall.

The team gradually walked in, and there were only a few greeting people left at the door.

The three people here who had already finished eating their sandwiches didn't leave, just because An Ning was so curious and wanted to take a look.

Less than half an hour later, something even more explosive happened.

A white wreath was placed at the door, very white, and there were elegiac couplets.

“This, this, this—”

"It's an expression of blessing, just like we send flowers."

"Blessings? This? You can't say it wrong. When we use it, we also express blessings, but the blessings are for a better life over there."

An Ning continued to look, and there were more and more white wreaths, which made her really uncomfortable.

Even if it's a blessing, I'd better get it in another color. This aesthetic doesn't look good.

"Is that the white envelope in their hands?"

After An Ning finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Xia and asked, "Is it a red envelope?"