Hey, Yangzhou Yunjin Workshop has hung up a bamboo curtain today reading "No Northerners Allowed!" Pei Hongxiu stands akimbo in front of the loom, glaring fiercely at twenty weavers holding shuttles: "What's this? As the top businesswoman in Chang'an, can't I weave your silk into dishcloths?" Master Zhang, the head weaver, clicks the loom: "Northerners know nothing about this! The craft of pattern-drawing knotballs is handed down by our ancestors with Yunjin thread ends in their mouths!"
"Moli! Quickly show off your Digital Embroidery Needle!" shouts the Protagonist. Moli steps forward holding a bamboo slip engraved with abacus codes, only to be met with half-steps back driven by the weavers' cold stares. Old Zhou pants heavily as he lugs the Yunjin Cipher Manual: "The abacus says we must 'meet through poetry and weaving'—using digital codes to decipher our Yunjin secret language!" Master Zhang glances at the "10" on the bamboo slip and curls his lip: "Can these two sticks be any more sophisticated than our 'one shuttle, one pick'?"
While they are deadlocked, a young apprentice secretly draws a funny face on the manual: "Why does this '1010' look just like my family's bamboo bed?" Moli whips out the bamboo slip, displaying a head-knocking animation: "This is the cloud pattern code for 'two shuttles, two picks'!" She even draws a doodle of Huwa lying on a bamboo bed in the margin: "Look! Lying flat is '00', sitting up is '11', much easier to remember than your 'Nine Styles o…
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