What jokes or funny things have you encountered in your life because of dialects?

I remember when I was 10 years old, my neighbors were a couple from Shanghai, and they were very enthusiastic about people at ordinary times. Once, a fellow villager from Shandong went to her house to play. When she finally left, Aunt Shanghai would send her off warmly. She also said the Shanghainese dialect that we had never understood, "Come, come" means to come again next time, but the fellow villager from Shandong has already walked out of several meters, so she quickly came back to ask Aunt Shanghai what it is.

Also, when I was in college, I went to the canteen to cook. Because there are many people cooking, it is crowded and noisy every time, and the dining room is small. I have to tell the chef loudly what to cook. There happened to be a dish of Xiaoyi Wen cabbage that day. I don't know whether I was in a hurry or nervous. I suddenly ordered cabbage and northern cuisine, and Shandong dialect blurted out. The chef probably didn't understand that there was no northern cuisine, but the students around him heard it and laughed.

There are indeed many jokes and interesting things caused by dialects in life. Even if one party lets the other live for many years, I think it will always be the accent of that place. Du Fu left home when he was a child, and the local accent remained unchanged, which explained the dialect just right.

My Beijing buddy, who used to be in a crew, came to Nanning to film again. They especially like to eat hot and sour old friend powder from Nanning. I took them to the night market street in the evening. The night market in Nanning is very lively. The four of us finally sat down and ordered, and soon the food came up. Hardly had we picked up chopsticks when a woman at the next table stood up. Her Mandarin is mixed with Guangxi Zhuang language, and she shouted: Boss! Let's soak the stool towel. (used to wrap paper towels)

With her voice, all four of us stopped chopsticks. An actor who came to Nanning for the first time asked me: Do you people here go on stage for everything? ……

I said two.

The first one. Our hometown: receiving and repairing pronunciation are the same. One day, my brother called me.

Brother: I got something for my colleague today. I wonder what's in it.

Me: How could I not know? Didn't you help fix it?

Brother: I didn't open it either! How did you know?

I don't know what to do: how to fix it without opening it?

Brother: I'll leave it at home when I get it and give it to him tomorrow.

Me: So you fixed it?

Brother: It's very simple! Soon.

……

Me: Oh, you mean express delivery, not repair!

The second one. Our hometown: Nine and Zhou have the same pronunciation. Last time my brother took the exam, there was an age limit. He said he was forty, and I heard he was 49. And he happens to be 4 1 year old.

So the chicken and duck began to talk:

Brother: Oh, this exam only recruits people under 40.

Me: Isn't that good? You meet the requirements.

He listened anxiously: how can I meet the requirements? Just finished.

Me: 49 years old, not many years!

Brother: 40 years old, weekend week, not 49 years old

As soon as I heard it, it suddenly dawned on me: then just say 40 years old. Still working so hard!

Brother: That's what it says on the application form!

Many years ago, I went to Xuzhou on business. My colleague drove me and I took the co-pilot.

When I walked to a snack street, I stopped to fill my stomach. I was afraid that I would be posted by the police when I stopped temporarily, so I asked Xuzhou people on the roadside.

"Grandpa, can I park here?"

Grandpa said firmly, "Tube!"

We saw that uncle said he was in charge, so there was a sticker. Hurry and ask the roadside aunt somewhere else.

"Aunt, can I park here?"

Aunt said firmly: "Tube!"

Oh, I'll go. It's really strict Somewhere else.

So most of the time, we didn't know that "Guan" in Xuzhou dialect means good, good and no problem until we asked a young man who spoke Mandarin.

Ok, then put it here, whatever!

Because I worked with my parents when I was a child, I met countless teachers with dialects.

1. During the break, the teacher taught us:

Raising a baby is better than raising a head.