I, panda, earn money to support my family!

It is thanks to this enthusiastic girl that Xiong Zhumao's work can go so smoothly today.

"Xiong Xiong, it's getting dark, and I'm leaving too, can I hug you and take a photo?"

Xiong Zhumao has groomed his hair by himself since he can remember.

Although he didn't like anyone touching his fur, but thinking that this human being liked him so much and helped him, he restrained himself from the embarrassment of being touched by someone, nodded firmly, and the whole bear showed the aura of death.

The girl has been greedy for a whole day, and seeing that the panda is so well-behaved under her hands now, even though she tried her best to control herself, she still did it up and down, and gave Xiong Zhumao many loving bear hugs.

Xiong Zhumao felt this, stiff as a teddy bear, but he is a good bear who knows how to repay his kindness!Can't run, hold on!His bear paws restrainedly blocked the grip.

On that stone pier, four deep bear claw nests were left.

The little girl assisted all afternoon, and the whole phone now has a lot of private bear photos, such as "panda yawning.jpg", "working bear.jpg", "bearing tired and paralyzed.jpg".

When the little girl was about to leave, Xiong Zhumao held the money box and took out some money from it, intending to give it to her, but he waved his hand and refused, and finally patted his head vigorously. She felt that these That's enough for the reward.

Xiong Zhumao shook the full cardboard box and felt very satisfied, but he still felt a little regretful, thinking that if it was his original majestic and tall body this time, he would definitely attract more people to love him!

It was late at night, and although the temple fair at night was equally lively, his coat color perfectly hid himself in the darkness, and many people couldn't even see that there was a panda squatting there.

Xiong Zhumao had no choice but to prepare to go back to the mountain. He came down from the stone pier, holding the cardboard box with his front feet, and tentatively touched the ground with his back feet. Finally, he scratched his belly before sliding down, and his smooth fur exploded.

Under the cover of night, a bear staggered holding something and hid in the alley again.

Soon, a tall and tall man walked out of the originally empty alley, holding a box in his hand that didn't match his temperament. It seems that the temperament of the whole person is harmless.

When Xiong Zhumao came out of the alley, he happened to meet the lion dance and dragon dance team. He knew the animal they were lifting in front, but the people behind them were also holding a mythical beast. It was brightly colored and looked strange. A horse with horns.

He felt that he must have been out of the world for too long and didn't understand human customs at all.

The whole street gradually became lively and crowded again. Although he didn't understand it, he also appreciated the lively scene, but he was a little uncomfortable with so many people, but there were too many people, and he couldn't get out if he wanted to. Waiting inside.

After the lion and dragon dance team, there were some stilt-walking tour teams behind. He estimated the length of the team and felt that he would soon be able to squeeze out, so he let out a long sigh of relief.

There happened to be a family of three next to him. The little girl was soft and cute, and was lifted on her shoulders by her father. Seeing this performance, his happy laughter infected him and he became more relaxed.

She also tied a colorful animal-shaped three-dimensional balloon on her arm. Xiong Zhumao couldn't guess what animal it was after observing it for a long time, but he seemed to have seen several such balloons today, and they were all held by children. Then, he even took a group photo with him.

"Mom, the one in the front is a lion dance, and the one in the middle is a dragon. What are they holding up in the back?"

"It's Pixiu. He is an auspicious beast. It can bring people good luck, ward off evil spirits, and even bring happiness to people. See if the hydrogen balloon tied to your hand is also Pixiu..."

Those who listened carefully to the allusions included the little girl sitting on her father's shoulder, and Xiong Zhumao.

In the end, the mother added: "In holding this temple fair, apart from being lively and happy, we also need to pray to the gods and beasts, and let him bless us with a smooth new year."

In this noisy environment, he still caught the word "Pixiu" in an instant, and learned the reason why people prayed for it from the mother.

The lion dance team passed by, and the surrounding crowd dispersed. Xiong Zhumao was still standing alone in the same spot, his eyes chasing the team that had gone away.

What!That strange-looking mythical beast is Pixiu, so what is he? Could it be that his memory has gone wrong, how could he remember that the alias of their panda clan was also called "Pixiu" before, and why it has become another species now.

Once upon a time, some people went to his mountain temple to pray for the blessings of auspicious beasts and luck, but now people have alienated his state, and the real Pixiu is visiting his own temple fair, so now God wants to tell him to be himself. Bless? !

After Xiong Zhumao figured out all this, something was wrong with him, and he lost the interest in going to the temple fair.

But passing by the stall selling candied haws, I still think of Jiang Chengren who looked eager at that time.

When he finally left the bustling market, he not only held a cardboard box in his arms, but also carried a few bunches of bright red candied haws in his hands, and tied a brightly colored and cute beast balloon on his arm.

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"My lord, this hawthorn is so delicious, don't you really want to eat one?"

Xiong Zhumao lay on the stone bed a little depressed, waved his bear paws at Jiang Chengren, then turned back to face the stone wall, usually wanting to maintain his image among the crowd, but now he is not even in the mood.

The small group looked a little aggrieved and pitiful, but as the number one fan of the Mountain God, Jiang Chengren only felt that the Mountain God was too tired all day, so he quietly retreated out holding a few candied haws.

In front of the cave of the mountain temple, those little animals with spiritual intelligence had already waited outside.

"Look! Even if the Lord Mountain God is tired and paralyzed, he still wants to bring us gifts when he comes back. We must not let the Lord Mountain God down!"

After finishing speaking, the little man put his finger on his mouth pretending to be mature, telling them to keep silent, "Master Mountain God is asleep, don't disturb him."

These animals ate the candied haws brought by Xiong Zhumao. Although some animals were not used to this taste at all, they were still moved by the mountain god's heart.

Howling in a low voice, "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Grinning their teeth sourly, but still filled with infinite warmth in their hearts, the animals ate the bright red hawthorn balls in pain and joy.

The black and white dumpling who was sleeping in the cave unconsciously followed the balloon floating in mid-air with his eyes, feeling very ashamed in his heart, he is not an auspicious beast who can bless others, he is clearly a desolate mountain god who is not worthy of his name and can't even protect his own mountain.

What the animals were doing outside, Xiong Zhumao strained his ears and listened carefully, so he could hear clearly.

"Go through fire and water for the mountain god!"

"Follow Lord Mountain God forever!"

……

Those compliments came out of their mouths for free, and the black and white panda lying on the bed, which was originally gloomy and dejected, raised its head higher the more it listened, and the state of Zhi Leng could be clearly seen by pulling its small ears.

He couldn't give up, not even for the animals on the mountain who trusted him!

After Xiong Zhumao figured this out, his depressed mood was instantly swept away, and the cardboard box that he had neglected was hooked up again and held in his arms.

He poured out all the money, and the scattered coins on the bed added to his confidence.

He also learned from others that the temple fair will last for another two days, and he feels that he should seize this opportunity.

What happened to earning money from praying for your own temple fair?If you are not straight, you will be strong!

So for the next two days, Xiong Zhumao still put on his vest and quietly went down the mountain to make money.

And more and more people know that there is a cute and cute high-tech panda dumpling at the temple fair, and many people come here to take pictures with Xiong Zhumao.

Most of the people who come here are gentle and polite, and there are some unruly bear children or adults who can't be satisfied with standing and taking pictures, and want to get started to explore the principle of this panda.

"Hey! Your fluffy thing feels good!"

When it was the turn of a young man who seemed to be fooling around, he stepped forward to take pictures with Xiong Zhumao, taking advantage of Xiong Zhumao's inattention, he fiddled with him.

Although Xiong Zhumao was a little unhappy and hid to the side, he still thought about it with the attitude of taking money to do things, and hurriedly took pictures with him and changed to another one.

But I didn't expect that he had already expressed a clear refusal. After he turned around again, this person would still attack him.

Xiong Zhumao didn't know why, someone would carefully touch him before, but he felt that this person gave him the most uncomfortable feeling.

Now in a bear body, he couldn't speak directly, so he had to howl at the man to show his dissatisfaction, and the bear turned around.

Just when he was still thinking about whether to go down and hide for a while, the interaction between the man and the bear naturally attracted the attention of others.

"What are you doing! Just take pictures when you take pictures, why do you always touch people, don't you see that Xiaoxiong is not willing?"

"If you don't take pictures, hurry down and waste everyone's time!"

……

Originally, queuing was quite exhausting, but this person kept delaying time over and over again, which aroused public outrage.

"What's the matter, I spent money, feel what's wrong, ten yuan is not a lot!"

The young man standing there was a little annoyed. He didn't come here for the purpose of taking pictures with the panda. He just felt that this little thing was very strange, so he lined up and wanted to spend money to take a closer look. He didn't expect this bear to be so unusual. Conscientious promotion.

Xiong Zhumao was originally a little angry because this person kept trying to touch him repeatedly, but he listened to everyone accusing him, and then looked at this skinny young man, wearing tattered clothes and ragged pants He continued to wear it like that, it seemed that ten yuan was really a lot to him, and he felt a little pitiful in his heart, so he was not angry.

Xiong Zhumao thought about it, and finally took out the ten yuan from the cash box lovingly, and handed it back.

With short furry bear paws and a serious face holding a piece of money, it is not to mention how cute it is in other people's eyes.

Forget it, this person is so poor and still spends money to take pictures with him, so I don't care about it, I blame him for being too attractive, huh!

Xiong Zhumao had a good heart, and he did this gesture honestly and cutely, but the young man standing next to him who thought he was dressed very trendy didn't think so, felt the insult from a panda, his eyes were red with anger, Just raised the hand.

"What are you doing!"

The author says:

Young man: What rags, this is the trend, do you understand the trend!

Xiong Zhumao: Hmm, I can't take this money, just keep it...

The author checked the information and found that the alias of panda in ancient times also had the title of Pixiu. Of course, the specific textual research is also controversial. In this article, because it is an overhead modern, if some readers think it is unreasonable, it will be regarded as my private design.