Teachers' Day was a festival established by Emperor Taizu of the Federal Empire.
It was a festival to replace the past Emperor Taizu's birthday. That Emperor Taizu hated it when others celebrated it for him.
At first, the civil officials were overjoyed.
They all proposed to use Confucius' birthday as Teachers' Day.
After all, it was a model for all ages!
But it was rejected!
The reason? There was no reason!
Emperor Taizu, who had absolute power, didn't need to explain to anyone!
His decision was the final decision!
If anyone wanted to criticize, they could ask the guns and cannons of the hundred-battle lions under his command to see if their mouths were beneficial to their cannons?
However, there were rumors that Taizu, who had received Confucian education since he was young, was actually Confucian Hei!
When this Emperor was conquering the world, he had once kicked a certain great Confucian into the gutter.
Therefore, Emperor Taizu finally decided to set the third day of the eighth lunar month as Teachers' Day.
Just like that, for three hundred years, the status of Teachers' Day continued to increase.
Now, it had become the third biggest festival in the Federal Empire, second only to the Spring Festival and the National Day.
The Dragon Boat Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Zhongyuan Festival were ranked behind.
Thinking of Teachers' Day, Ling Ping'an walked to the counter and took out a book.
Then, he looked at the contact list recorded in the book.
It was filled with the contact addresses of the teachers who had taught him.
From primary school to university, they were recorded one by one.
After all, traditionally, it was the norm for Heaven, Earth, and King to be close to one's teacher.
This was also something that was engraved in one's bones and blood.
Just like a famous cabinet chief had once said, "My father only taught me three things: loyalty to the king, respect for my teacher, and filial piety. That was all!"
In such a cultural atmosphere, Ling Ping'an had been taught since he was young that he must respect his teachers because they were selfless contributors who preached and taught!
Thus, Ling Ping'an took the book and began to copy the names and addresses one by one.
Although most of the people on this list, even he himself had no impression of them.
But...
This was a tradition!
It was also a habit!
… …
A murmur came into Ran Bing's ears, "Go!"
Thus, she raised her foot and walked towards the wall of light in front of her.
She easily crossed the wall of light and appeared on the other side of the wall of light.
The dense fog quickly enveloped her, wrapping her within.
In front, a bright light flickered in the fog.
It was that bookstore.
Ran Bing held the small snake in her hand and touched the cash in her pocket. She lifted her feet and walked towards the light.
She slowly walked to the light.
He raised his head, and the signboard of Qiyuan Bookstore came into view.
Under the lights in the bookstore, a figure sat at the counter. The fog lingered around "His" head, and two flames ignited in it.
He was holding something that looked like a fountain pen and sitting at the counter. What was he writing?
Ran Bing took a deep breath.
Then, he bravely walked forward and knocked on the door.
Tok tok tok …
Behind the counter, he raised his head. His eyes were as bright and penetrating as the stars.
… …
Ling Ping'an looked at the guest who quietly appeared at the door.
He remembered that this was the rich second-generation customer whom he had gifted a copy of Gun Girl a few days ago.
He laughed at once.
Business was knocking on their door!
This was a big deal!
Thus, he hurriedly walked to the door and opened it. "Welcome …"
Just like last time, the other party seemed to have just returned from a base where the real person had chicken dinner.
Therefore, she was carrying a well-made imitation rifle on her back.
In addition, she was carrying a snake in her hand!
Ling Ping'an looked at the snake that was tied up with a hemp rope in her hand.
This snake seemed to weigh about one or two kilograms?
Its entire body was black, and he couldn\'t tell what species it was, but he was sure that it was a poisonous snake!
"Customer, where did you catch it?" Ling Ping'an asked curiously.
…..
Ran Bing looked at the owner of the bookstore in front of her.
She already knew that the owner of the bookstore was actually an extremely terrifying existence.
He was also the target of tribute this time.
The moment the flowing fire in his fog-shrouded head saw the small snake in her hand, it immediately burned fiercely.
Under Liu Huo's stare, Ran Bing could clearly feel that the little snake in her hand had instantly turned limp, as if it had been frightened.
His voice came into her ears, "Customer, where did you catch it?"
The voice sounded casual and peaceful.
But in reality …
To Ran Bing\'s ears, it sounded like a heavy and strange drum sound.
Dong dong dong!
Dong dong dong!
Every word began to change shape.
An inexplicable feeling enveloped Ran Bing\'s chest, making her unable to breathe.
Ran Bing knew that the mysterious owner of the bookstore was not asking her at all.
Instead, he was asking about the small snake in her hand.
Thus, the meaning of the whole sentence immediately changed.
Ran Bing lowered her head and looked at the small snake that was bound by some kind of strength.
His terrifying head with a horned crown was trembling and shivering.
Every one of his scales was trembling in fear!
There was no doubt that he was extremely afraid.
Ran Bing raised her head and looked at the mysterious owner of the bookstore. In his fog-shrouded head, there seemed to be an eye socket.
The flowing fire had already begun to focus.
It slowly turned into two small dots.
A faint halo of light spread out from these two small dots.
Layers of halos slowly spread out and dyed the fog with many colors.
Ran Bing swallowed her saliva and handed over the snake in her hand.
She bowed deeply. "Sir, this is my gift to you... I hope you like it..."
… …
Ling Ping\ 'an looked at the snake that was handed over and then at the serious expression of the customer.
He thought for a moment and accepted the gift from the other party.
After all, she was a customer!
This was also her kind intention, so it was not good to refuse!
Moreover...
Holding this snake, Ling Ping\ 'an thought of the saliva snake that he had eaten many years ago.
Tears began to flow uncontrollably.
"It will definitely be delicious!" Ling Ping\ 'an thought.
Moreover...
Its snake gall would be even better if it was used to make wine!
Coincidentally, there was a jar of wine given by the girl from the Old Republican family at home.
The alcohol content and purity of that wine were very high!
It couldn\'t be better to use it to make snake gall!
Thus, he accepted the customer\'s gift with a smile!
In Ling Ping\ 'an\'s opinion, this was actually the customer\'s return gift for the book he gave him last time!
However, this customer might not be good at interpersonal communication, so he used such a method!
And as the owner of the bookstore, Ling Ping\ 'an had long known that he had to adapt to all kinds of people.
Of course...
Ling Ping\ 'an was very polite.
Thus, he held the snake and asked the customer, "Customer, do you want to eat it with me? “
He held the snake and promised seriously, "It\'s very delicious!"
"Really!"
The taste of the saliva snake was really great!
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