Chapter 39: The Groundhog of Cultural and Museum Studies
It was about 4pm, and there were fewer tourists on the road. Although there was an opening ceremony on the first day of the animation festival, it attracted more tourists. But it was still a working day, and there were still one or two days before the actual May Day holiday, so the flow of people had not yet reached the peak. In addition, local and nearby tourists had already started to leave, preparing to rush home before the evening rush hour, so there were fewer people.
Suddenly, the originally crowded Baima Lake seemed a little sparse. Zhang Dadao left Paine and his group and wandered around the venue. He now understood what this anime festival was. This place was where some people who were obsessed with watching cartoons gathered. Zhang Dadao had also seen a few people COSing Calabash Brothers and Black Cat Sheriff.
"It's always about anime, I thought it was something different, but it turns out to be a cartoon! So pretentious! Eh? They're selling food too!" Zhang Dadao suddenly saw a few people walking by holding a bag with something that looked like a burrito in it that was emitting a fragrant aroma.
Zhang Dadao's eyes lit up, and he wandered in the direction they came from. He saw a small cart stall with a sunshade shed with eaves and lanterns hanging from the eaves. There was no one in front of the stall at the moment, so Zhang Dadao went over. Behind the stall was a boy with red hair, a headscarf, blue clothes and a large apron. Zhang Dadao approached, looked at the tools in the stall with some curiosity, scratched his chin and asked:
"Boss? What kind of food are you selling?"
"Welcome to Yukihira Restaurant! This is crepe. Have you seen "Someone's Friend"? It's the one that Misaka Misaka and the others eat! If you sell two, you will get a free keychain for Gua Tai! Only 10 yuan each!" The boss was not very old, probably 18 at most, and looked like a high school student, but he set up a stall here.
Zhang Dadao took out a plastic bag with a supermarket advertisement printed on it. He fumbled around and took out ten yuan from the bag. He handed it over and said, "Let's have a taste first. Who are you dressing up as? This stall looks very professional!"
The boy inside nodded and said, "You have to be professional. Have you heard of Food Wars! It's a new food manga. I'm the protagonist, Soma Yukihira! Mixed with the food from A Certain Cannon, hey, I got this stall last year. It was a ramen stall that was smashed during the anti-Japanese demonstrations in the university town, and I took it over during the chaos! It can be used after some repairs and modifications."
"Eh?" Zhang Dadao took the triangular-shaped pancake and took a bite. He could smell the aroma of milk mixed with the taste of vegetables and fruits. He said incoherently with food in his mouth, "It sounds like you've had a hard life."
The boss smiled and said, "It's not that difficult. Just be self-reliant! It's actually quite profitable to set up a stall in the university town, but you have to avoid the urban management!"
"Don't you have to go to school?" Zhang Dadao asked curiously when he saw that the boss was not very old. As far as he knew, people outside seemed to have to go to school until they were in their 20s. Thinking of this, Zhang Dadao couldn't help but shudder. According to the "failed students", sitting still for more than ten hours a day was simply a life-threatening thing.
The boss smiled and said, "I'm a rural kid, and I'm not good at studying. I started working after graduating from junior high school. It's been two or three years now!"
"Eh?" Zhang Dadao's eyes lit up and he asked, "You've just graduated from junior high school and you're not even an adult yet? Where did you get your ID card? Who would dare to use you?"
As he asked this, Zhang Dadao's eyes were full of passion, and he kept muttering in his heart: "Master Dao is so lucky! ID card, ID card, ID card..."
Zhang Dadao was a bit obsessed with the pursuit of an ID card. In his opinion, without an ID card, if anything happened to him, he would be arrested and taken back to the Seventh Hospital, and he would not be able buy train tickets or plane tickets, so he could not run too far. But once he had an ID card, even if he went back to the Seventh Hospital, as long as he could not prove that he was Zhang Dadao who had been detained there before, Zhang Dadao could easily leave.
After all, the Seventh Hospital is a hospital, not a police station, and it does not have the power to forcibly restrict the freedom of others.
Zhang Dadao asked this question, and the boss was a little stunned. After thinking for a while, he said, "This is simple. Our rural area is small and everyone knows each other. We can go to the police station to change our age and get it done in advance. Many people who apply for certificates use real ID cards. That's how it's done!"
Zhang Dadao was stunned, and suddenly whispered: "Brother? Do you know anyone? Can you get me an ID card?"
The boss was startled and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I don't know him, I don't know him! What are you doing, my friend? I'm just a pancake seller!"
"A pancake seller? What's wrong with a pancake seller? The pancake seller at the entrance of Xuejun has a BMW!" Suddenly a voice came over, and a sloppy boy in a white robe that looked like a yukata and pajamas came over and rested one hand on the stall. He was holding a silver wig in his hand, and a wooden sword was stuck in his waist, with the three characters "Toyako" written on the handle.
The boss was also stunned, and quickly asked: "Mr. Yin? Would you like a crepe?"
The boy exhaled and said, "I am just cosplaying Ah Yin. Now that the wig is off, can we have a good chat? Look at you, are you cosplaying Xia Yao Ping?"
"Drugs?" Zhang Dadao was stunned. He savored the taste in his mouth and shook his head slightly, saying, "Based on my many years of experience taking medicine, there are no drugs in this?"
The "silver" and the boss looked at each other and laughed. The "silver" laughed for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "I was wondering if you looked familiar. Are you the fortune-teller at Zhejiang University? I heard that you are very accurate in fortune-telling. I am from Zhejiang Vocational College of Art. Just call me Zheng Wen."
"I'm Zhang Dadao. Zheng Wen, what are you studying?" Zhang Dadao asked casually.
"Cultural relics and museums. These are unpopular majors, and our school is a junior college, so it will be difficult to find a job in the future!" Zheng Wen said with a smile.
The boss inside gradually stopped talking when he saw Zhang Dadao and Zheng Wen chatting. He was also frightened by Zhang Dadao's words about applying for an ID card. Zheng Wen didn't hear that and continued chatting with Zhang Dadao.
Zhang Dadao had attended Lao Bangzi's class and thought he had some knowledge of antiques. Now that he had met a professional counterpart, he was planning to have a good exchange. After Zheng Wen got the cake, the two of them ate the cake while strolling around. Perhaps they felt a little familiar after chatting for a while, Zheng Wen suddenly asked: "I heard that you are very accurate in fortune-telling? Have you learned it seriously and have real skills? How about you tell my fortune and see how my luck is during this period? I will pay you whatever you want!"
When Zhang Dadao heard this, he was stunned. His eyes blurred for a moment, and he saw a groundhog standing in front of him with a gleam in its eyes.
