Hey, today the Yangzhou caravan has set up the "Sweet Telegraph Bureau"! Ali, from the Western Regions caravan, holds up a lion-patterned carrier pigeon's claw ring chewed to pieces by the sand and wind, shouting, "Miss Xiao! Our Arab 'desert postman' has turned into a 'bald chicken'! The carrier pigeon licked the 'astrological secret code' into 'gibberish sweets'!" Huwa squats behind the pigeon cage, snickering, as the beeswax candy in his hand drops with a "click" into the pigeon whistle—he has embedded a ring of "popping sound-wave candy" into the lion-patterned claw ring and slipped it onto the carrier pigeon's leg, where it actually fizzes out sound waves smelling of cumin, startling a desert falcon into frantically fluttering its wings and mistakenly snatching a piece of sesame candy scattered by Huwa as a signal.
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'Ten-Thousand-Mile Sweet Voice'!" Pei Hongxiu cries out. Huwa immediately pours a bucket of propolis syrup into the loom, and the woven Arab astrological pigeon whistle actually starts speaking multiple languages with a clatter: "Western Region sweet message: three camel-loads of lion-patterned cloth arrived! Silla return message: bamboo and chrysanthemum brocade lacks three qian of ink fragrance!" Ali gives the whistle a blow, and the astrological chart actually projects a cartoon drawn by Huwa of a "carrier pigeon holding candy and doing a somersault," astonishing the caravan maidens so much that their veils ripple with laughte…
Chapter 435