Chapter 171 Xiao Po's Birthday - Race Issues

Xiaopo couldn't figure out whether he was from Fujian, Cantonese, Indian, Malay, Caucasian, or Japanese.Recently, he removed the Japanese from the race list above, because recently everyone in Singapore shouted to overthrow Japan and boycott goods; Speaking of Japan, his neck became thicker than a toad's.Xiaopo wondered why the Japanese are so annoying and don't want noses.One day, I accidentally found a map of Japan in my brother's geography book. After reading it for a long time, he didn't like Japan at first, because Japan's shape is not three-dimensional, just like a broken fried dough stick with a "crooked neck and a wolf". , Fried dough sticks look like this, but also called fried dough sticks?It is not surprising that the situation in a country is like this unremarkable deep-fried dough stick, which is hated by people; so Xiaopo also hated Japan!

But this does not reduce the doubts that he is from that country. He had a treasure that no one knew—not even his mother and sister—from where he got it.This treasure is a piece of ripped, porous, faded, scarred red silk about four feet long and five inches wide.This treasure has not left him for a minute since it fell into his hands.Just once, I forgot it in school.He had already returned home, and ran back quickly without stopping.The school had closed its gates, and he begged India, the gatekeeper, to open them.India refused to do that, so Xiaopo sat at the door and screamed, shouting all the servants and gentlemen living in the school.The gentlemen opened the door, and he ran like an arrow to the lecture hall, and took out his treasure from under the flagstones.Hastily shed two tears, threw the stone slab on the ground, then ran out in three steps and two steps, and kicked Old India; ran home in a hurry, wrapped the baby around his waist, and after a while, he He told his sister that he regretted kicking Old India.After dinner, his father bought some groundnuts for them, and Xiaopo kept the flat, small, and wormy ones; the next day he took them to the school to give to Old India as an apology.Old India looked at the strangely shaped peanuts, and not only confiscated them, but gave Xiaopo half a green orange that was more sour than vinegar.

This treasure can be used in many ways: once it is wrapped around the head, wrapping it into a pointy top and a round bottom, and it is still tied together at the back of the head, he is India.Immediately, his face became much darker, and a piece of hair grew on his chest. When he spoke, his head swayed slightly, which was really charming of Indians.When walking, a piece of leg grows out, which looks like a thin black heron.My lips are also dry, and I often use my fingers to moisten them. Take this treasure off your head, wrap it around your waist, and use it as a skirt. Xiaopo is a Malay.With pursed lips, he squatted on the ground, grabbing the ideal coffee and sending it to his mouth.After eating, he stole a small piece of mother's rouge and painted his teeth and lips red, as a result of eating betel nuts; In particular, wipe the ground with rouge.After spitting, I found my sister, pointed to the red liquid on the ground and said, "Immortal! This is a Malay family. Come on, you are a man, you play drums, and I will dance."

So the younger sister took the empty cigarette tube and tapped it. Xiaopo, with his fat feet bare, stretched his arms "soft and hard", twisted his waist lightly from side to side, and jumped up to work.After the dance, the two squatted together, grabbing ideal coffee and rice again, and this time there were two ideal small dried fish, which were very spicy and enjoyable. Xiaopo untied the treasure from his waist and asked his sister to help him. With great effort, he used all the most precious broken needles of his sister to make a small red round helmet and put it on his head.Then two small stools were brought in, Xiaopo sat cross-legged on one, and the other was filled with odds and ends, as an Arab businessman. "Xian, you should be an old woman who buys things. Remember, don't buy it right away, everything is priced."

So Xianpo stooped a little, with his lips pursed inward, carrying his brother's schoolbag as a basket to go shopping.She picked up the odds and ends on the small stool and looked at them one by one, shaking some in her hands, and smelling some on her nose, but she never said which one to buy.Xiaopo put one hand on his knees and moved his heels with the other, staring at the ceiling as if he didn't care.Xianpo turned his head away without saying a word, Xiaopo raised his hand, squeezed his fingers into Buddha's hands, and called Xianpo back.She fumbled through all the things again, then picked up a broken iron box, and fiddled with it in her hand.Xiaopo said the price, and Xianpo put down the iron box and left.Xiaopo jumped off the stool, raised his shoulders, pointed like a bergamot and waved a picture in the air, forcing her to pay back the price.Xianpo just shook his head, Xiaopo couldn't help but tilt his shoulders.He picked up the tin box and wiped it with a cloth, then ran to a bright place in front of the window, held up the tin box, and played with it carefully, as if he was unwilling to part with it.Xianpo followed and returned the price hesitantly; Xiaopo's eyes seemed to pop out, and he hid the tin box under his arm, showing that he would not sell it for any amount.Xianpo stooped away again, and he called for the price again. …Xianpo's waist became sore, so he had to straighten himself up; Xiaopo's mouth was dry and frothy; so this Arabian performance came to an end in vain.

As for what kind of people are from Cantonese, and what kind of people are from Fujian and Shanghai, Xiaopo does not have sufficient knowledge.But he has a good solution: people say that my father is from Cantonese, so naturally all Cantonese should be similar to my father.As for the Fujianese, Xiaopo is most familiar with Boss Lin of Xinhe Foreign Products Store next door to his father's Chinese goods store.My father's bad feelings for Boss Lin are almost equivalent to his hatred of the Japanese. Whenever talking about Boss Lin, my father always gritted his teeth and said: They are from Fujian!Don't know patriotism.According to Xiaopo, not only is Boss Lin fat and cute, but the foreign goods in his shop are much more beautiful and fancy than his father's.Let’s take the dolls as an example, not only himself, but also his younger sister: If she gets married, she must go to Boss Lin to buy two dolls with eyes that can turn, and bring them to her in-law’s house.

Fortunately, Xiaopo didn't delve too deeply into the issue of selling foreign goods and whether Boss Lin was abominable; he only believed that those who dressed like Boss Lin were all Fujianese.First, Boss Lin has only one gold tooth in his mouth, unlike his father and his friends who all have mouths full of yellow oranges.Xiaopo naturally didn't know that the teeth could be replaced. He always thought that Fujianese were born with fewer gold teeth than Cantonese.Second, Boss Lin's clothes and attitude are very elegant and cute, he doesn't smoke a long and thick Luzon cigarette like his father, and he doesn't talk like his father in a confident manner.He once saw Boss Lin wearing a summer cloth shirt. This was the first time he saw that a gown could be as long as knee length.Whenever he was pretending to be a Fujianese, he would drape that piece of red silk directly behind his back as a robe, and then find some yellow paper to stick on the canine teeth, making them Boss Lin's only golden tooth.

My mother said: "Anyone who can't speak Cantonese or Hokkien and who wears western clothes well-behaved is from Shanghai." The language represents Shanghai dialect.They make up such words at any time and forget them at any time, but there are also a few words that never change, such as calling "cigarettes" "dog ears" and "bananas" "mouse" and so on.Foreign devils are easy to spot. Their complexion, nose, hair, and eyeballs all have obvious characteristics.But their language is as difficult to understand as that of the Shanghainese, or are all foreign devils from Shanghai?My brother is now learning the devil's dialect; a new Shanghai gentleman from the school is teaching them Mandarin; and the devil's dialect that my brother is learning seems to be different from the Mandarin of the Shanghainese, and this matter is a bit confusing!People in Singapore like to go barefoot, except that foreign devils always wear socks, and I have never seen them walking all over the street with wooden shoes, so when pretending to be foreign devils, they must wear socks and leather shoes.My younger sister was against wearing socks at all, so I had to make do with not asking her to wear them.Devils who don't wear socks are rare, but there are many devils who wear military uniforms, so Xiaopo folded the treasure into an inch wide and tied it around his waist, at least it could be used as a soldier's belt.As for the nose to be higher and so on is very easy.As soon as I put on the belt and thought about it, the nose became higher and the eyeballs turned blue.Although sometimes my sister said: His nose is still very flat, and his eyes are not blue at all.It was just that my sister had a bad temper occasionally, and she said that on purpose, not because Xiaopo didn't really look like a foreign devil.

Although Xiaopo has such clear but not very clear distinctions among these people, it doesn't mean that he definitely knows what kind of person he is.He thought that these people belonged to the same family, but some people like yellow and have a yellow face, while others like black and have a black face for fun.People's appearance and body can change at will.Otherwise, when Xiaopo wrapped the red scarf around his head, how could his face turn black and his nose feel a little bit higher?Besides, the children I met on the street, although they were different in black and yellow, all spoke Malay (he and his sister also always talked in Malay). Slightly changed proof?Besides, as soon as I entered the school gate, I saw the red map of Singapore. Singapore turned out to be a piece of cake that was not round, but also square, like the cold cake my mother made when she was upset; As soon as my mother came, she said, "She and my father are both from China; the gatekeeper of the domestic product store is from India, isn't it completely nonsense; there is no China and India on the map of Singapore!"Mother likes to talk nonsense, such as the big old monster with four ears, and the land master in China, it is all nonsense: of course, this kind of nonsense is very pleasant to listen to.

The elder brother was the most unpopular: as soon as he saw Xiaopo playing with children from Fujian, Malay and India, he went to report to his father, which made his father say that Xiaopo was worthless.Xiaopo solemnly declared to his elder brother: "When we played together, I told them all to become Chinese, isn't that okay?" But the elder brother didn't forgive at all, and still told his father. Xiaopo couldn't understand his father's unreasonable hatred of all "non-Cantonese".Even my mother learned this bad habit from my father. Once he asked my mother, was my father a Malay when he was young?Mother actually ignored him for a long time!It’s better for my sister, she said: “All the children on East Street have Malay fathers, and our father must also be Malay.”

"Sure! The Malays came from Shanghai. My father looked down on Shanghainese, so I also hated Malays. I don't know why my father looked down on Shanghainese?" Xiaopo said, shaking his head. "Father is from Guangdong. My mother told me that Cantonese are the best and richest people in the world!" Xianpo looked like Xiaopo's eldest sister at this time. "Guangdong is India!" Xianpo thought for a long time, "That's right!" "Fairy! Come tomorrow, when you grow up and have a child, where are you going to pick one up?" "Me?" Xianpo rubbed the red tassels on his braid and thought for a long time: "I'll go to the Indians' house in the west to pick one up." "By the way, fairy! Look at the little black noses, big white eyes, and red lips of Indian children, how cute! Isn't it?" "Yes!" "But, mother, would you like it?" "I told my mother, anyway, Indian children will become Chinese when they grow up. Look, don't our little yellow chicks gradually become black and red? ? Children can change colors like this.” "That's right! Immortal!" They solved the race problem in this way.