Hey, the Chang'an West Market is hosting the "Unintelligible Wooden Sign" convention today! Old Qian sits by his medicinal herb stall, watching commoners scratch their heads in bafflement at the wooden signs, struggling harder than Huwa trying to solve the Nine-Linked Rings. The Abacus Code clatters loudly like a pellet drum, projecting an image onto the sign: "Don't worry! Abacus opens a 'Wooden Sign Daycare'—letting Huwa serve as the 'Childhood Language Translator'!" Huwa comes skipping over while gnawing on a sugar figurine: "I'll do it! I can turn the 'codes' into 'sugar codes'!"
"Xiaoxiu! Bring over our 'Bead-Chain Songbook'!" At Moli's shout, Old Zhou huffs and puffs as he carries over a booklet covered in Huwa's doodles: "Abacus already turned the codes into 'Tanghulu Songs'!" Sure enough, Huwa pats his belly and sings: "One is spring sprout and two is flower, number three uncle is a tea fryer, four is ice cellar and five is kiln, buy the wrong herbs and Abacus won't forgive you!" The surrounding crowd claps along to the beat, and Abacus seizes the moment to project a dancing Huwa, rapping against the wooden sign with a rat-a-tat rhythm.
While everyone is busy, an old grandmother holds up a wooden sign and calls out: "Huwa! Why does this 'harvest date' look like my grandson's bedwetting doodle?" Huwa chuckles as he looks at the sun and dew depicted on the sign: "Granny! The sun means 'morning', and the dew means 'still wet'; put them together and it means 'freshly pi…
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