Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Under Pu Piaole's repeated attacks of not being able to understand me and that I had no money, the middle-aged man who was originally eager to come up to be a guide retreated.

Seeing the two of Pu Piaole drifting away, he twitched his lips and was very upset.

"It's really stingy. I don't even want to pay such a small amount of money."

In his impression, a young oriental man with a girlfriend like this should have a lot of money, and he doesn't care about the tour guide fee. Even if he can't understand the English he speaks, giving some money is considered a good deed Yes, but... the woman in the long skirt just now is really pretty, much prettier than the women in the town.

This is a person living in a developed area. Not only is he well-dressed, but even his mental outlook seems to be living under the influence of money. If his ancestors did not come to open up a new continent stupidly, but stayed in the country of Castile in the Europa continent, they would Now he should also be a child in a developed country, living carefree every day.

Drinking Coca-Cola, I love football like my parents, and I spend most of the year on vacation.

Such thoughts would pop up in his mind from time to time, lingering like a nightmare. When things go wrong in life, he often turns to his relatives and grandparents, and then he thinks about his own shortcomings. For a spiritual 'European', the dream of this descendant of the colonizer still has some logic to follow.

But it was useless to lament. He quickly adjusted his mentality and continued to search for a goal that could make money. He worked hard to find a goal every few days.

The tour guide fees obtained from foreigners are enough for him to live well for a few days.

"Come on! If you have the opportunity, you must learn a few more languages, so that you can make more money from more foreigners."

The idea of ​​this struggle only appeared in his mind for a moment, and his whole mind was attracted by another oriental man on the street.

I saw a woman wearing sunglasses walking on the street. The huge glasses couldn't cover her beautiful face, but added to her cold aura. She looked like a rich man!

However, most of these beautiful women did not come to Central America by themselves. Although in the eyes of half-grown youths, their hometown is not as backward and chaotic as the outside legends say, but foreigners may just be particular about it.

"Do you need a tour guide?"

The middle-aged man squeezed in front of Takahashi Poor, and volunteered to recommend himself. In fact, he didn't know much about the Copan ruins. If tourists had information in their hands, they might know more deeply than him.

But it is no problem to introduce the local customs.

"unnecessary."

Takahashi shook his head pitifully, but just dropped a cold sentence.

For other tourists, the amateur tour guide would still grind on for a few minutes, but Takahashi's pitiful and cold demeanor instantly cut off the amateur tour guide's desire to continue talking.

This tourist is very different from other people, and the clothes don’t look like they’re here to travel. Well, amateur tour guides don’t know what tourist clothes are, but the temperament of this oriental woman wearing sunglasses is already repulsive. a long distance away.

If I continue to sell hard, it will definitely have the opposite effect.

"Okay, okay, then welcome to Copan Ruins Town."

Shrugging his shoulders, he got into the crowd again. Today is really special, he met two waves of Orientals in a short period of time.

But just a few seconds after he turned and left, Takahashi looked pitifully at a local restaurant.

An old man with a stooped figure sat on a chair, sitting side by side with the locals.

He holds a local burrito in one hand and polenta in front of him.

"call……"

With a sip of polenta and a bite of a burrito, Mizuno has to admit—there really aren’t many surprises about this local food.

The only thing that is special is polenta. Just as people in Eurasia ground wheat into flour, the ancients in Central America also ground corn kernels into flour many years ago, and used corn flour to make pancakes and polenta. However, when the human body digests corn, it cannot directly produce the niacin and tryptophan that the human body needs. If there is a lack of these two amino acids, the human body will develop beriberi. Therefore, when corn was introduced to Eurasia and became popular, planting corn Beriberi tends to be more prevalent in more places...

The solution to this problem is also simple, that is, soak corn kernels in lime water. I don’t know that this is a solution that the ancient Americans have inadvertently thought of for thousands of years, but this method of eating has not spread with the spread of corn. and spread to other parts of the world.

"Sorgen?"

Takahashi walked pitifully into the store and sat in the empty seat next to Zorgen.

Seeing that Takahashi felt sorry for this obviously foreign tourist, the store asked skillfully: "What do you need? Our local specialties include polenta, corn pancakes, and tamales, which were eaten by ancient people thousands of years ago." In terms of drinking, I recommend you to drink hot chocolate or hot cocoa, which are old things, but the most distinctive thing is the polenta in front of this gentleman."

"There are sweet and salty polenta, which one do you like?"

Poor Takahashi is not short of money. Although she doesn't have any specific business to make money, the way she makes money is simple.

As long as you shout in front of the government that I am poor Takahashi and give me money, it will work immediately.

"A tamal, salty and sweet... the drink should be hot cocoa."

"Wait a moment!"

Showing his big white teeth pitifully at Takahashi, the store owner immediately went to the back kitchen to prepare meals, both of which are ready-made dishes that can be served directly, and are the staple food of the locals.

"You're coming later than scheduled." Zorgen looked at the clock on the wall, his despondent European appearance was not much different from the locals.

The descendants of some colonists still strictly do not intermarry with the locals. It is much easier to identify the appearance of different ethnic groups than to identify the surnames to prohibit intermarriage.

"It's hard to find this place. Besides, I'm from North America. The Copan ruins. Is this the entrance to the mythical kingdom of America you said?"

It was the first time for Takahashi to see Zorgen in reality, so she couldn't help but observe this colleague more.

Zorgen looked nothing special on the surface, and he didn't feel any horrible ominousness, but seeing the bug crawling out of Zorgen's cuff, Takahashi pitifully withdrew his thoughts.

It is really not easy to find good people in the Akatsuki organization. Although Poor Takahashi has a terrifying combat power that threatens a country, he still has a natural sense of disgust when facing bugs.

"Of course, although Copan is not well-known outside the world, it was also one of the important city-states of the Mayan civilization in the classical period. Besides... it is connected to Xibalba, the residence of the gods of death in Mayan mythology."

While the two were talking in the island language, the store served up tamales and hot cocoa.

Looking at the tamales on the plate, Takahashi raised her eyebrows pitifully. She knew this kind of American food, and it seemed to be eaten by Chinese people... Zongzi?