As a high-yield coarse grain, sweet potatoes are very expensive in Japan.

The lack of land resources in the island country has led to the fact that this kind of coarse grain that is almost a rotten street in China, costing a few cents per kilogram, is very expensive here, but it still cannot stop diners from keen on it.

Walking on the streets of Japan, you can also see vendors selling roasted sweet potatoes, but often spending 500 yen may be two sweet potatoes the size of a fist. If you dare to sell this in China, no one will care about it.

The Chinese roasted sweet potato is a diesel barrel. Dig a round hole in the bottom of the bucket and put iron wire on it. Such a simple oven is ready. However, in Japan, it is a different method of roasting, called "stone roast". The rectangular iron box is divided into two layers, charcoal fire is placed below, and this layer of stone is placed on top. The sweet potatoes are buried in the stone, and the roasted sweet potatoes are still in their original color, but when peeled, they are sweet and soft inside.

However, overnight, the sweet potatoes in Tokyo were sold in a crazy way.

It was originally late winter, and now that technology is developed and transportation is convenient, sweet potatoes have become a common food all year round, but the weather is getting warmer and the best season for eating roasted sweet potatoes has passed. However, this kind of thinking has changed under the calligraphy work that has filled Tokyo.

"Boss, come two roasted sweet potatoes."

"Sorry, today's goods are sold out."

"Boss, do you have sweet potatoes here?"

"Sorry, it's gone."

Come back, the sweet potatoes are ready.

Although I was in a foreign country, this sensational text, coupled with the infectious power of calligraphy, made the Chinese wanderers who were wandering in a foreign country suddenly shrink their hearts, and they felt inexplicably throbbing, wanting to eat sweet potatoes.

When they saw that sentence, they seemed to hear the other side of the sea, with relatives, friends, and hometown, and shouted to them: "Come back, the sweet potatoes are ready."

Who has no childhood? Who hasn’t dug a hole in the mud bark to roast sweet potatoes?

Perhaps in a foreign country, in order to survive, to study, to be overwhelmed by fate, but this sentence gave them strength, but it made people cry.

Many Chinese wanderers bought one or two sweet potatoes, sat on the street, looking at the calligraphy on the screen, and listening to the Chinese-language news that was broadcast from time to time on private radio stations, the local mayor once thought that it was instigated by some kind of red force, and was so scared that he wanted to take measures to stop it immediately. However, a "little Nezha" sat on the sofa in the city hall, eating roasted sweet potatoes, which made the official staff not move, allowing the sweet potato wind to spread more and more.

"Grandpa Ouyang, because of this incident, the price of Japanese sweet potatoes has doubled sharply, causing bad effects. Look..."

"If the governor of Tanaka feels that the impact is bad, I don't mind pulling hundreds of tons of sweet potatoes from Huaxia to expand the agricultural and grain market?"

"Don't. Forget it. We have strict quality control standards, so we won't bother Mr. Ouyang."

Ouyang Guojun smiled, "Then let's go. For the unnecessary trouble caused by children playing at home, I apologize and compensate them like you."

“Where we are very welcome to have new international capital investment.”

Ouyang Guojun put on his hat and walked out of the city hall. Looking at the calligraphy works in the advertisement, he murmured to himself: "What a nonsense. Young man..."

He smiled and glanced coldly at Ouyang Ming who was walking towards holding the sweet potato.

"Uncle, come one?"

"I'm disgusted when I see sweet potatoes now. Go and go, contact the consulate, and now take advantage of the public opinion to find the person. I'm going to Wall Street to discuss business at the latest nine o'clock in the afternoon."

Ouyang Ming flattered, "Grandpa is really, you'll come here for such a little thing."

"I won't come. Do you think this big thing is really big? You almost got caught in the police station!"

Ouyang Ming lowered his head and ate the sweet potato, "The weather is so delicious today, no, I said the sweet potato is so sunny..."

"snort!"

Ouyang Ming glanced at the twenty-four-hour advertising screen. Almost several large international companies changed to Zhong Yue's calligraphy works in the past two days.

"Fate is born to be stepped on by foot. Come back, the sweet potatoes are roasted, I'm waiting for you."

It has almost become a popular saying for many young people to court, and only he knows in his heart how much the price he has paid behind such a glory.

"Why do you always pretend to be alone when you pussy is always me?" Ouyang Ming ate a bite of sweet potatoes with some depression.

"Ahem!"

I'm choking to death!

...

...

Zhong Yue stood on the highest floor of Ginza Department Store.

Today is a weekend. Ginza Street, known as the world's three bustling centers, is prohibited from passing through every weekend, and it has become the most fashionable pedestrian street. Various large shopping malls and LED advertising screens are simply a shopping paradise.

However, today, all four advertising screens here have been replaced by his letter.

That's right, he called this work "Family Letter" to find a lost girl to return home.

He placed his cell phone on the soft-packed sofa beside him. He took a sip of water and murmured, "It's almost nineteen hours, haven't it appeared yet?" He pinched the glass and stared at the city view outside the fully enclosed window with a frown.

"Mr. Zhong! I have a phone call to you."

Zhong Yue immediately ran over and picked up the landline that had been picked up, "Hey! Youwei..."

"Sorry, Mr. Zhong."

“You are…”

"I am the director of the Nagoya Chinese Embassy. My name is Feng Rong. An old man from Japan came to the embassy in the afternoon and said there was a Chinese girl from Huang Youwei. I wonder if it was the one you were looking for?"

"Yes! Is she in Nagoya? Tell her not to run around, I'll come here right away."

Feng Rong listened to the anxious voice on the phone and said, "I'm so sorry, she is not here. The old Japanese man said that she now lives in Achimura, Nagano Prefecture."

"I'll go there right away."

"Don't worry, it's getting late now and the railway line is not open to the village. I have contacted the villagers in Lima and found Miss Huang. You'll be fine if you'll be here tomorrow morning."

"I'll leave now."

Feng Rong said: "Wait a minute, Mr. Zhong. I understand your mood, but now another more important thing is to ask you. It concerns the lives of dozens of people. I hope you must be the overall situation."

Zhong Yue frowned. It seemed that this matter seemed to be a big deal...

"Do you know the situation?"

"Director Feng, I want to..."

"Um?"

Zhong Yue stared at the giant screen outside the window and said, "I think this is the matter..."

Suddenly, a ghost crying and howling came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, I finally met my Chinese compatriots!"

"You are...Mr. Kui? Why are you..." Director Feng kept the phone away a little.

"We got lost in the mountains, and the signal was poor, so we couldn't find the way out!"

Feng Rong realized that the phone had not hung up yet, "Sorry, Mr. Zhong, I've been disturbed."

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "It's okay."
Chapter completed!