"Didn't you say he doesn't come to get it?"

"If he doesn't come and get it, wouldn't he ask someone to send it to him?"

The girl blushed and felt that she was despised by the old man, and couldn't help but feel depressed: "Then do you want to throw the stall and send it to yourself?"

"It's not for me to give it."

"Who will give it?"

"You guys!" said the old man as a matter of course.

"What?" Chunyu and others were stunned.

"Hehe!" The old man pointed to the note in Chunyu's hand: "If you have this, you must be the one who will deliver the goods to me."

Everyone then suddenly realized.

This is a good design process for others!

At this moment, they no longer had any doubts. They had guessed correctly by themselves and others. This was where the answer was pointed.

"Uncle, you said it earlier! Let's make a guess."

After complaining, everyone no longer hesitated. They reached out and picked up the basket that the old man had placed on the stall, and prepared to help him deliver the goods.

One of the young men was eager to try and say, "Uncle, where do you say, where do you send it?"

The old man rolled his eyes and continued his work: "One is missing but not made up, please wait a moment. And you, that young man, put down the frame on his hand, that is not something to be given."

The strong guy holding the small frame didn't care at all and shook the object in his hand: "It's okay, I bought it."

The old man ignored it after hearing this.

Chunyu raised the blank note in his hand: "Uncle, how did you know that we are the ones who want to deliver goods? What if you admit your mistake?"

Liu Weaving's old man didn't raise his head: "The one I've seen before will not admit his mistake."

When Chunyu heard this, she immediately turned over the note and saw that there was indeed a small red seal pattern, which should be the seal of the Whale Lou.

I couldn't help but feel happier.

They had only been watching the poem before, and they didn't notice this.

There is actually anti-counterfeiting, which makes the note even more valuable.

And the others became even more envious when they looked at the notes on Chunyu's hand.

There are actually two more pictures of the Whale Lou, which are much more precious than many obvious signature photos.

Moreover, it is said that there are already local tycoons on the Internet who are bidding for purchases, and it is said that they have already called for hundreds of thousands of yuan. I don’t know if it is true.

If you come to travel, you can still make a fortune. There is no one else in this luck.

While waiting for the old man to complete the last piece of willow weaving in his hand, Chunyu took the audience in the live broadcast room to stroll around the trading street and chose some small items for the live broadcast room's fans. Half an hour later, Mr. Liuhe finally completed the basket in his hand.

The newly completed willow weaving work and a note with the address written from the old man, and everyone left the trading area in a mighty manner.

Then, according to the address on the note, we went to a handmade papermaking workshop.

Then they were taken to Guanshan by the staff, where they were experiencing papermaking.

"Teacher Guanshan! This is the willow weaving you ordered." Chunyu and others were sent to Guanshan, a slight nervousness writer.

Guan Shan was shocked when he saw so many people coming: "Why are you so many people?"

Chunyu explained the situation slightly embarrassedly, but at the same time she felt a little nervous. After all, so many of them came to solve puzzles and found them, which was really a bit unethical.

Guan Shan was not angry at all when he heard this, but instead laughed: "Hahaha, I'll see what Jingluo is going to do now."

"But, since that's the case, I can't let you easily get the clues in my hands." After laughing, Guan Shan touched his chin: "Let's do this, you'll help you here for half an hour, and I'll let you pass the test."

Of course everyone has no objection.

In fact, many young people are quite curious about the ancient handmade papermaking.

So some people started to clean the bark, some helped crush the cooked raw materials, and some helped scatter the materials... I was very busy.

Many people also sighed at Chunyu’s live broadcast room:

"I didn't expect that it would be so cumbersome to make a piece of paper by hand!"

"It's not easy, it's really not easy!"

"I seem to understand why Jingluo is ready to play such a game!"

"He is leading us to appreciate more traditional Chinese skills!"

"Chinese painting, willow weaving, papermaking, this is what Jingluo wants us to experience these cultural heritage more deeply."

"Jingluo is really a very responsible star."

"You think he is playing, but in fact, there is an unusual meaning behind everything he does!"

"Suddenly I was curious about what the next item was."

"I envy the tourists in Xiaoyue Garden again."

“…”

After more than half an hour, some people were so tired that their backs were sore, Chunyu received the next map and white note from Guanshan.

Although it's quite tiring, everyone has a great value for money.

Who would have thought that they came here to relax their bodies and minds.

Unexpectedly, I was so happy to be forced to do physical work. It looked like I made a profit, which was also weird.

What makes people even more speechless is that the crowds of people in the live broadcast room want to replace them.

Near five o'clock in the afternoon, a group of people finally got something from Guan Shan.

I left the papermaking workshop and found a pavilion to sit down.

Everyone couldn't wait to open the map, but they saw a small number of areas inside with red forks.

However, there are still quite a large area that has not been ruled out and cannot lock in the target.

"Sure enough, it is impossible for the result to be achieved so quickly. We have to continue with the next level."

"I look forward to the game continuing. Wouldn't you see several new poems about whale falling?"

"Yes, yes, the more levels there are in this game, the better!"

"Stop reading the map, new poems, new poems!"

"The little notebook is ready."

“…”

The friends present did not look disappointed at all, and only urged Chunyu to open the note.

Chunyu naturally did not hesitate. He opened the note and in the familiar font, a friend stood behind her and read aloud:

"When autumn comes September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after the flowers bloom. The fragrance array soars into Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor."

"Hiss!" Someone gasped:

"This poem is so domineering!"

"Yes, yes, I understand what's going on with a murderous aura?"

"Why do I sound passionate?"

"Is Jingluo talking about himself?"

“…”

The audience in the live broadcast room also expressed their opinions:

"Awesome, damn!"

"It is necessary to use two rough words to express how I felt when I saw this poem."

"I felt a sense of heroism and domineeringness that came to my face!"

"Is this a way to use things to describe people? It's an absolute way to use things to describe people!"

"I don't know what it is depicting, but I feel the poet's arrogance!"

"Jingluo has always been very humble, okay!"

"Although he is humble, it doesn't mean he is not arrogant, right?"

"Don't you think this poem is a poem about Whale falling invisible to this poem exchange meeting?"

"Damn it, it has a taste!"

"Arrogance is something in the heart. No matter how good your cultivation is, it will always leak out accidentally!"

“…”
Chapter completed!