Hey, Qingniu Valley has a distinguished guest today who's here to pick a bone! Lord Li, dressed in official robes, pinches a wooden plaque and raises an eyebrow: "You brag this 'traceable medicinal material' up to the skies, how do you prove you're not fooling the common folk?" An abacus bead pops out with a "clatter" and transforms into a miniature imperial censor, projecting an image right on the plaque: "My lord! The beads invite you on a 'one-day all-chain tour'—from the field to the apothecary, with full video coverage! Dare to fake anything, and the beads will send you the drying kiln to use as a coffin lid!"
"Xiaoxiu! Bring out our 'Abacus-Bead Chain Transparent Ledger'!" At Old Qian's shout, Old Zhou rolls out a ledger that turns its own pages, every record illustrated with Huwa's "soulful drawings": Sister Wang picking flowers is drawn as a big sun, while Xiao Moli stir-frying medicine is drawn as a pot breathing fire. An abacus bead projects an image of Huwa with hands on hips: "Look at this drawing! It's even more realistic than the 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival' in Chang'an!" Lord Li chuckles as he eyes the crooked donkey-cart drawing: "Is this Pei Hongxiu's caravan? Why is it drawn like Huwa riding a wooden hobbyhorse?"
Midway through the tour, Lord Li gets knocked over by the heat wave from the drying kiln: "Why is this kiln hotter than the stove in my house?" An abacus bead "swoops" up to the top of the kiln, projecting the "Abacus-Bead Chain …
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