Hey, when it comes to the Taiji Ledger, it's basically the "Bead-Chain census register" of our Green Ox Valley now! Yesterday, Old Qian was squatting by the drying kiln keeping accounts, his hands shaking like a sieve. The beads thought it was hilarious, and the words "Steady there, don't write kiln as tomb!" materialized on the ledger. Old Qian curled his lip and said, "Oh Bead, my hands just came out of the cold storage cellar, they're frozen solid like popsicles!" The beads instantly popped out a little space-heater animation, puffing steam right against his cuffs.
"Xiaoxiu! Come take a look at Old Zhou's ledger!" Moli held up the booklet, laughing heartily. In the column for "Processing Master," it actually said "Lord Abacus Bead," right next to a drawing of an abacus bead wearing a top hat. The bead didn't stand on ceremony either, making a little official seal materialize in the footer that read "Accurate to the last bead, certified herewith," followed by an extra line: "If you dare write 'stir-fry three breaths' as 'stir-fry three woks' next time, the beads are going to smash your wok!" Old Zhou scratched his head and laughed, "Alright, alright, Lord Bead, my mistake, okay?"
Just as everyone was cutting up, a torrential downpour suddenly lashed down from the sky, and the herb farmers scrambled to rush and harvest the medicinal materials. Old Qian accidentally dropped his ledger right into a mud puddle. With a splash, the beads transformed into a cleaning crew, and a …
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