Hey, the weather in Qingniu Valley changes in the blink of an eye! Just as Old Qian was carrying the Taiji Ledger out of the warehouse, raindrops as big as soybeans came pelting down. Hugging the ledger, he broke into a run, only to go "thud" right into a mud puddle, turning the ledger into a soggy, gluey mess like a soaked twisted cruller. The abacus beads went "clatter" and bounced up to form a little umbrella shape, projecting an image right above his head: "Old Qian! You're even clumsier than Huwa! If the ledger gets ruined, the beads are going to log you down like an account book!"
"Xiaoxiu! Quick, save the ledger!" Old Qian rushed into the drying kiln holding the mud-dripping ledger, yelling, "These are all our harvesting records from last month!" The abacus beads looked at the blurred ink and shook their heads, then suddenly projected a "Ledger First Aid Kit" — using movable type to reprint the blank pages, and having the herb farmers draw "memory pictures" using the Abacus Code: Sister Wang drew a flower for picking flowers, Old Zhou drew a sun for drying, and finally, the beads stamped every single page with a Bead-Chain Certified Mud-Butt Stamp (which looked exactly like the mud print Old Qian made when he fell).
Just as everyone was busy, a "crack" sound came from the cold storage cellar — the saltpeter ice had melted halfway due to the humidity, and the Rhodiola nestled in the ice piles was starting to slide down. The abacus beads zipped down into the cellar wit…
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