Hey, today the processing workshop in Qingniu Valley was buzzing like a boiling pot! Old Qian had just poured the Rhodiola into the bamboo sieve when an Abacus Bead "clattered" and popped up like a little taskmaster, projecting its image at the edge of the sieve: "Shake it thrice, sway it three times, impurities follow the bead-chain!" Startled, Old Qian gave a little shudder with his hands, making the medicinal herbs in the sieve bounce around like Huwa's marbles. The Abacus Bead hurriedly projected an animation of Huwa catching the herbs: "Clumsy! The beads are meant to be shaken gently, not used for a rain dance!"
"Xiaoxiu! Come here and keep your bead in check!" a processing master cried out, holding a smoking medicine shovel, only to see the Abacus Bead stuffing orange peels into the stove opening: "Add some fruity firewood, and the stir-fried medicine will taste sweeter than honey!" Xiaoxiu chuckled as she caught the scent of oranges filling the room: "Does this mean the Abacus Bead has turned the processing workshop into a 'spice kitchen'?" The Abacus Bead projected an animated Huwa winking: "So what? This 'Bead-Chain Fruit-Flavored Processing Method' of mine is guaranteed to have the medicine-drinkers of Chang'an fighting over it!"
While they were stir-frying, Xiao Zhao, the new herb farmer, blundered and knocked over a bag of saltpeter. The Abacus Bead "whooshed" right onto the medicine shovel and projected a "saltpeter emergency dance"—thousands of Abacus Beads li…
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