Hey, the Yangzhou caravan is hauling "sweet-toothed cargo loads" today! Ali from the Western Regions caravan slaps a lion-patterned cargo bag chewed through by desert rats and hollers, "Miss Xiao! Our Daqin 'desert rats' chewed the 'dark blue lion' into a 'leaky sieve'! The date honey has leaked into a 'sweet sand river'!" Huwa squats behind a pile of cargo and snickers, the sticky rice candy in his hand dropping with a "plop" into the seam of a hemp bag. He had sewn a circle of "bursting anti-sand candy" into the lion-patterned cargo bag, and when placed on a sand dune, it fizzles out a cumin-scented gel mist, scaring the desert rats into darting away with squeaks, turning even the copper clasps on the cargo bag into a "sweet rat alarm."
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'sweet chests and sweet bags'!" Pei Hongxiu shouts. Huwa immediately pours a bucket of rubber syrup into the loom, and the woven Western Regions astrological cargo chest rattles and clicks, speaking an anti-theft secret code: "Keep gnawing, and spicy candy sprays!" Ali straps the astrological chest onto a camel's saddle, and the chest projects a cartoon drawn by Huwa of a "desert rat gnawing the chest and getting too spicy to dance," startling the caravan's mules so much that they smack their lips and lick the corner of the chest: "By the Prophet! This chest protects its food better than our desert treasury!" Huwa puts his hands on his hips and laughs, "Transport too risky? I call this the 'sweet-talk anti-thef…
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