Archaeological Notes of Western Hunan

I want to roll green peppers. When I was doing archeology in western Hunan, I met a mysterious master. The little snake that kept eating my bacon turned out to be the cub of the mythical beast Qilin, and my grandfather turned out to be a mysterious person from Di Tingsi. Could it be that I would soon be able to get Nature, conquer the doctorate, and become an academician of green peppers, a legend of a generation? While I was imagining, I was being chased by God. Mysteriously, Ting Si said, "I don't want to go in. I just want to lie down."