Mountain and Sea Museum

After the lunar calendar enters the twelfth lunar month, the atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger. In Guhe Town, every household begins to prepare for the Spring Festival.

This year, because the Shanhai Museum is not closed like in previous years, it has also launched a series of Spring Festival activities, attracting tourists from all over the country to come to Guhe Town for the Spring Festival. For the folk activities, various merchants also hung up the guise of the unified style issued by the town, and even issued a notice suggesting that each merchant should prepare their own ancient costumes to give tourists an antique experience.

Merchants are quite speechless when they receive such a notice.

Our Guhe Town is not famous for its ancient town, and the buildings don’t have any ancient taste at all.

However, the town government gave suggestions, and all the merchants complained about it, but they also customized costumes for their shop assistants. After all, the town government has been very convenient for them when doing business in Guhe Town in the past few years.

The Shanhai Museum also received this suggestion notice. The museum was cooking Laba porridge that day, and the wolf monsters and black dragons were boiling it in a large pot on the platform in front of the museum. Visitors to the museum can take small disposable bowls to eat as they please.

Laba porridge is boiled with black rice, glutinous rice, red beans, mung beans, peanuts, raisins, barley, longan, lotus seeds, red dates, and rock sugar. Before it comes out of the pot, sprinkle some sweet-scented osmanthus. There was a strong sweet fragrance, which floated into the exhibition hall and outside the gate.

The officer who came to send the notice smelled it outside the door, and his stomach immediately growled. He asked the director of the tourist service center with a shy face: "Director Bao, what delicious food is your museum making? It smells so good!"

Director Bao, with long black and white hair and long hair, has a round face and round eyes, and he smiled cutely, "Director Zhang, let's cook Laba porridge in the museum today, do you want to try it too?" Although he was asking, he directly said to another person in the office : "Four different, go and pack a Laba porridge for Director Zhang."

"How embarrassing." Director Zhang smiled sheepishly.

Director Bao even said that it was okay, the porridge was originally made for free for tourists in the museum.

After a while, Director Zhang went down the mountain with a big packing box, and Director Bao sent the notice to the administrator's office.

The employees of the Shanhai Museum have been crammed into one office from the beginning, but now they have been divided into departments and regions. The first office has a sign of "Administrator's Office", which is dedicated to the museum's curators and staff. administrator.

When Director Bao came in to deliver the notice, the administrator was discussing the Chinese New Year with the curator.

"23, sticky melon; 24, cleaning the house; 25, grinding tofu; 26, cutting the meat; 27, killing the chicken; 28, making the noodles; 29, steaming steamed buns; [-] nights, the first day of the new year Twist it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" the museum spokesperson sneered.

"Human New Year's customs." The administrator wrote the couplet with a strong face and a thick hand. "We didn't follow the customs well before. This time, let's have a sense of ritual, and let's live broadcast it by the way."

Spokesperson: "..."

Administrator: "You can also make some fans by the way, and you can get multiple things in one fell swoop."

Spokesperson: "..."

The administrator put away the pen, wrote a pair of couplets, looked up and asked, "You really don't volunteer to be the host of the live broadcast?"

The spokesperson had an expression of "I'm going to flip the table": "Didn't you see that I was silent in advance?"

"Oh, I didn't see it." The administrator spread out another large piece of gold-sprinkled red paper, and replaced it with a 9-centimeter brush, which was full of ink, and wrote a big "Fu" character, " I didn't look up, and I didn't have eyes on top of my head."

The spokesperson really overturned the table, and wanted to run away after it was over, but the curator quickly stopped him, and honestly cleaned up the table he overturned and the sunflower seeds that had been spilled all over the floor.

Director Bao shrank his head, hesitating whether to go in or not.

"Little Leopard, what's the matter?" The administrator found it first.

Director Bao hurried in and handed the notice to the administrator, "This is a notice from Director Zhang, asking the staff of our museum to wear ancient costumes during the Chinese New Year." After finishing speaking, he quickly slipped away.

After reading the notice, Ling Muyu said with a smile: "The town government is pretty good at playing. For ancient costumes, just let the monsters change themselves, which saves trouble and money."

Ji Meng, who picked up melon seeds, rolled his eyes, "Can you be more stingy?"

Ling Muyu: "This is not stingy..."

Dan Xiao: "This is life."

Ji Meng... Ji Meng thinks that he should concentrate on picking melon seeds.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the little demon in charge of administrative affairs of the museum prepared things for the stove in the kitchen of the forest restaurant during the day. Put the incense burner and sacrificial stove fruit on it.

The time for offering sacrifices to the stove was at dusk and night, and the official platform had given a notice of the live broadcast in advance. The live broadcast hadn't started yet, and many people were already waiting in the live broadcast room of the Shanhai Museum.

In the afternoon, Ji Meng came to the kitchen to have a look, and said disgustedly: "It's too simple, and give Zhu Rong a wife, Zhu Rong must know that he can come back to life."

The little demon offering the stove fruit looked at him blankly, "Huh? Zhu Rong?"

"Of course it's Zhu Rong." Ji Meng said, "Sacrificing the stove is a sacrifice to the god of fire. Who else can we sacrifice to if we don't sacrifice to Zhu Rong?"

The little demon was even more stunned, "But, the administrator said, it was Jidong Chef who ordered Jiulingyuan King Dingfu Shenjun."

This time, he was dumbfounded, "...what is that?"

Xiao Yao looks at Ji Meng stupidly, and Ji Meng looks at Xiao Yao in a daze.

In the end, it was Ling Muyu who gave the explanation: "It is the Kitchen God compiled by humans."

"What? You want me to live broadcast offering sacrifices to false gods?" Ji Meng expressed that he couldn't bear it, and wanted to put down the pick.

Ling Muyu immediately handed a roasted black pepper chicken to Ji Meng, and stroked his hair: "We should also respect the history created by human beings."

Ji Meng took the roast chicken and ate it unceremoniously, and acted like a good boy when he got a bargain: "Do you think a roast chicken can buy me off?"

The little demon who followed Ling Muyu immediately presented a roasted garlic chicken, and Ling Muyu handed the roasted garlic chicken to Ji Meng.

The soft-spoken Ji Meng: "..."

In the end, the stove sacrificed live by the Shanhai Museum was to sacrifice to the god of fire, the king of Jiulingyuan, Dingfu, the chef of the East, and not to Zhurong, the god of fire.

Although he accepted the roast chicken bribed by Ling Muyu, Ji Meng still couldn't bear to talk about the origin of the stove sacrifice, and why the ancestors first worshiped the fire god Zhu Rong, and how they changed into "a certain god" in the live broadcast. ".

[Send a yacht, my cute goddess is beautiful, smart, and knowledgeable]

[I went to check it out, the first sacrifice to the Kitchen God was indeed a sacrifice to Zhu Rong]

【Of course what my cute goddess said is right】

[In this case, why don't our mountains and seas offer sacrifices to Zhu Rong? 】

[Didn't listen to the goddess, we must respect the history created by human beings]

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I am sure my goddess is respecting the history created by human beings instead of complaining about the history created by human beings? 】

The little monsters in the room management of the live broadcast room looked at each other, wondering if they should tell the administrator about Ji Mengshen's complaints.

At the end of the live broadcast of Sacrificial Stove, Ji Meng announced the live broadcast of sweeping the dust at the same time tomorrow. Although he felt that there was nothing to live broadcast about cleaning, who would let him be soft-spoken.

On the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, after the museum closed at 05:30, all the monsters turned into human figures to clean the entire museum. Ji Meng held up his mobile phone to broadcast live to humans. He thought that there were not many people watching such a boring thing, but he did not expect him to underestimate humans. The degree of boredom, there are more people in the live broadcast room than yesterday! ! !

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah so handsome】

[My big mountain and the sea really have a lot of handsome guys, where are the handsome guys usually, why can't I see them]

[I invited a group of good-looking extras to perform cleaning for the live broadcast, right?]

[Hey upstairs, I tell you, this kind of colorful beauty is definitely the only one in my Dashanhai, if you want to blackmail me, first go to understand the color control attribute of our curator]

[Colorful and beautiful man, hahahahaha, very accurate]

[Send a yacht to a colorful beauty]

The corners of Ji Meng's mouth twitched as he watched the "colorful handsome men" swiping the screen in the chat area of ​​the live broadcast room.

On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, the wolf demon and the black dragon grind tofu together, and the chat area of ​​the live broadcast is full of "ahhhhhhhhhhhh the tofu brothers are so handsome" and "tofu little brother, I want to eat your tofu".

Ji Meng os: Hey, human beings, that’s not the meaning of the ground tofu that you humans created yourself. Hey!

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, those who want to kill the New Year’s pigs and cut the New Year’s meat, make a bowl of braised pork, which means that the life is prosperous, but the live broadcast of killing pigs is too bloody, Ling Muyu replaced it with a live broadcast of Ji Meng to sell pork at the mountain market Buy some and come back to make a bowl of braised pork. By the way, let the netizens in the live broadcast room see how Guhe Town is preparing for the New Year.

Ji Meng os: Let me make braised pork?Go crazy! ! !Oh, I didn't burn it myself, I let Lang Wu burn it, and I took pictures next to it.

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, the New Year’s chicken is about to be killed. It’s also not good to live broadcast the chicken, so I replaced it with Ji Meng going to the mountain to buy a few chickens, and bought n kinds of roasting methods for live broadcasting the chicken.

Ji Mengos: Your sister!Yesterday I was asked to buy pigs, and today I was asked to buy chickens, can't I buy them all at once?Although I bought the chicken to be roasted for me, I am still very angry(╰_╯)#

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, the noodles are prepared for the staple food of the Chinese New Year, and Spring Festival couplets, New Year pictures, and window grilles are also posted.The Spring Festival couplets and blessings that Ling Muyu had written a long time ago had their uses, and every door of the museum was pasted up, creating a festive scene.

Ji Meng os: Hahaha, Shitui doesn't know how to cut window grilles.

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, the museum is closed for rest, and it will not open until the first day of the new year to welcome visitors. On this day, all the monsters in the museum turned into human figures and made steamed buns and buns for human beings live together.

Ji Meng os: I'm so tired, I will never broadcast live again in this life.

"Mengmeng, look at the doughnut I made, it's me and you." Li Jiujia suddenly appeared on the live broadcast screen, showing off his love in a high-profile manner, and the live broadcast room howled not wanting to see this man who stole the national goddess.

When Ji Meng saw the masker, he became interested, and put his mobile phone into the hand of the Snow Leopard Demon next to him, wanting to make a masker for himself and Li Jiujia.

Ling Muyu saw that the time was almost up, and signaled to the Snow Leopard Demon to say a few auspicious words, and then ended the live broadcast.

Ji Meng made the mask very quickly, but Li Jiujia couldn't see what he was doing after watching it for a long time.

"This is me!" Ji Meng said: "My divine body, look, this is my dragon head, and here are the feathers."

Li Jiujia: "..." I can't tell at all.

"Chi—" Dan Xiao on the side laughed at him.

Ji Meng was angry: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at your inflexible claws." Dan Xiao showed off the face mask he had made, "I'm much better than you."

Ji Meng looked at the mask in Dan Xiao's hand, and didn't speak for a while.

Ling Muyu also leaned over to take a closer look, but he didn't seem to see what his wife was doing.

"This is Xiaoyu." Dan Xiao said.

"... Well done." Ling Muyu boasted against her will.

"Hahahahaha..." Ji Meng burst out laughing, "It's exactly the same as Shi Tui."

"..." Ling Muyu was helpless, so he picked up the dough, and he wanted to be a supreme god.

Mantou, steamed buns, and big guys... Strange things were put into the steamer and steamed. After steaming, the steamer was opened. After the steam dissipated, the gods and demons who were waiting to see their masterpieces fell silent.

Are those strange shapes that swelled up all of them magical horses?