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Qiao Yulingchuan followed the staff into a farmhouse courtyard. They were greeted by an older woman with a simple smile who warmly invited them inside.

In one corner of the yard, several bags of feed were neatly arranged, and a stone mill was placed next to them.

The woman briefly explained the process: "First, mix these feed ingredients in a basin, then grind them on a millstone, and then you can feed them to the chickens."

Under the aunt's guidance, Ling Chuan handed the winnowing basket to Qiao Yu and then rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, revealing his fair but muscular forearms.

The iron basin looked heavy, but he didn't hesitate at all. He firmly gripped the rim of the basin with both hands, lifted it up, and steadily carried the large iron basin to the millstone. With a "clang," he placed it on the ground.

After straightening up, he gestured with his chin toward the winnowing basket in Qiao Yu's hand. Only then did Qiao Yu come to her senses and pour the corn kernels from the two winnowing baskets into the large iron basin with a "whoosh".

Ling Chuan then picked up an iron spoon and scooped up soybean meal, wheat bran, and other feed, pouring it all in at once.

Watching him perform these things so smoothly and effortlessly, everyone around him was amazed.

Qiao Yu pursed her lips, picked up the wooden spatula beside her, put it into the basin, and was about to stir it when another hand appeared on the top of the spatula, and Ling Chuan's deep voice came from beside her ear: "I'll do it."

Before Qiao Yu could refuse, Ling Chuan also grabbed the wooden shovel and started stirring.

Qiao Yu felt slightly embarrassed. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the staff and the older woman were all looking at her with surprise. She had no choice but to walk away and stand to the side.

As the feed was stirred by the wooden shovel, it gradually loosened and began to mix evenly.

A few minutes later, under the aunt's guidance again, the mixed feed was scooped up with an iron spoon and evenly spread on the millstone.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Chuan also gripped the grinding rod with both hands, his arm muscles tensing, and pushed the grinding rod with force. Under his guidance, the grinding disc began to rotate smoothly.

As the millstone turned, his movements became increasingly skillful, his rhythm perfectly controlled. With each push, the feed was evenly crushed and fell down in a soft rustling sound.

Qiao Yu felt uneasy watching this. He had done all the work by himself, but when it came to pushing the millstone, she hesitated. It was not something she could do.

Then a staff member suggested jokingly, "Why don't you give it a try, Teacher Qiao?"

Qiao Yu: "..."

There's no escaping it.

Ling Chuan stopped as well, casting a provocative glance at him and tilting his head slightly: "Want to give it a try?"

Qiao Yu walked towards the millstone with an awkward smile.

She gripped the millstone with both hands and pushed hard, but the millstone only moved symbolically.

"......"

She adjusted her posture, stood firmly on both feet, bent over, and used all her strength, gritting her teeth and exerting force again. The millstone finally started to turn slowly, but after turning half a circle, it stopped again.

It's really heavy!

Ling Chuan stood to the side with his arms crossed, a slight smile playing on his lips. Only after seeing her pitiful, pleading gaze did he walk over.

Standing beside her, I gripped the millstone with her: "Together, don't try to slack off."

Qiao muttered to himself.

With Ling Chuan's help, the millstone started turning again. The two of them followed the millstone, round and round.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at Ling Chuanye. His breathing was steady, and although there were beads of sweat on his forehead, he did not look disheveled. Instead, he looked more focused and charming.

The millstone stopped, and a large bucket of feed was ready.

Guided by the aunt, Lingchuan also carried the wooden bucket toward the chicken coop. From afar, one could hear the chickens clucking. As soon as he got closer to the coop, the chickens became restless and crowded around the fence.

He slammed the bucket down in front of the chicken coop and strode over to sit down at the small wooden shovel not far away.

Raising her chin, she gave a command: "It's up to you, Teacher Qiao."

Qiao Yu forced a smile: "Okay, Teacher Ling, you've worked hard, please get some rest."

She picked up the wooden ladle from the bucket and scooped half a spoonful of feed into the feeding trough in the chicken coop, spreading it evenly. The chickens immediately scattered and lowered their heads to peck at the food.

......

Back at the Haidong Courtyard, only two large, lonely suitcases were left at the bottom of the stairs, and Qiao Yu guessed that both groups had already gone back to their rooms to rest.

She ignored Ling Chuanye following behind her, picked up her suitcase, and headed upstairs.

"Hey, you're getting into it now." Ling Chuan's teasing voice came from behind.

Qiao Yu turned her head and glared at him: "You... don't dare to trouble Teacher Ling."

"Heh, it won't make a difference."

After saying that, Ling Chuan stepped forward and took the suitcases from her hands, one in each hand, and walked up the steps.

Qiao Yu inwardly cursed his sharp tongue, but outwardly smiled gratefully: "Thank you so much, Teacher Ling..."

Ling Chuan ignored her, but she knew he was definitely laughing at her in his heart.

Ling Chuan placed her suitcase in front of room number 5 and said playfully, "You're welcome."

She turned around and pushed her suitcase back into the house.

Qiao Yu belatedly realized that he had tricked her, watching his room number 6 door open and close again, a surge of anger rising within her.

......

Qiao Yu chose room number 5, which has a tatami room. Upon entering, there are black stone-patterned tiles on the floor, and a separate wet and dry bathroom on one side.

The next step forward was covered with light-colored tatami mats, and on the woven straw mats were 1.8-meter mattresses.

There's a large glass door leading outside, and sunlight streams onto the mattress, creating a very pleasant atmosphere.

Outside the glass door is a small balcony with several potted plants and a lounge chair.

Qiao Yu took off her shoes and stepped onto the tatami mat, then went straight to the small balcony and put on the slippers that had been prepared in advance.

The backyard has a unique view, with a swing in the middle of a large green lawn, the ropes swaying gently in the breeze.

The winding pebble path meanders through the grass.

Both sides of the road were covered with all kinds of wildflowers whose names I didn't know, red, pink and purple, blooming freely, and the flowers swayed gently in the breeze.

Further on were small vegetable gardens with tender green vegetables, green beans, and bright red tomatoes...

In the distance are vast fields of golden rapeseed flowers, backed by rolling mountains.

......

3 PM.

Sunlight slanted across the eaves as the guests gathered again in the courtyard, a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of rapeseed flowers.

Several bundles of processed bamboo strips, exuding a faint bamboo fragrance, were placed between the guests and the director.

Qiao Yu's first reaction was to frown slightly. She didn't like these bamboo strips at all. When she was a child, she thought it was fun to watch her grandmother weave bamboo baskets, but when she tried to do it herself, her hands were covered in thorns.

Looking at those bamboo shoots, Qiao Yu subconsciously withdrew her hands and clenched them behind her back.

Ling Chuan also noticed her subtle movements, and his lips twitched slightly.

Director: "Good afternoon, everyone. This morning, everyone used a winnowing basket. Winnowing baskets are woven from the bamboo strips in front of you. There are many different techniques for bamboo weaving, including picking, pressing, threading, inserting, weaving, and stitching."

Bamboo weaving is a traditional Chinese folk handicraft with a long history and rich cultural connotations, and it has been listed as a World Cultural Heritage. In a little while, we will experience the intangible cultural heritage of bamboo fan making and appreciate the natural beauty of its intricate weave.

Next, please welcome Ms. Wang Qing, the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of bamboo fans, to demonstrate for everyone.

Wang Qing, in her forties, walked towards everyone in an elegant light-colored cheongsam. She greeted everyone with a smile and then sat down opposite them to begin her explanation.

"Everyone, please watch carefully. First, fix a piece of tape to the table to arrange the bamboo strips..."

All eyes turned to the movements in her hands.

She arranged the bamboo strips by their ends on the tape, leaving a small gap between each one, and arranged twenty strips in total.

Then pick up a bamboo strip, flip it twice and press it twice until it passes through the row, lay it flat and pull it down to the position where it is fixed with tape.

Then pick up another bamboo strip and repeat the above actions, weaving in a continuous loop until a tight, square bamboo weave appears in the middle before stopping.

Then take out the pattern with the fan design, and use tape to stick the pattern to the woven bamboo. Next, use scissors to cut along the edge of the pattern to get a fan prototype that looks like the pattern.

Next, use white cloth strips to bind the edges of the fan, and finally attach the fan handle to the seam of the bound cloth strips.

A bamboo fan, a product of intangible cultural heritage, is now complete.

Everyone: "......"

Then a round of applause broke out.

Lin Yi was engrossed in watching, and couldn't wait to pick up the bamboo strip and play with it.

Wang Qing picked up a bamboo fan to show everyone: "Intangible cultural heritage bamboo weaving reveals the beauty of nature in a small space. Everyone, try it out. Here are some bamboo strips that have been pre-painted. The gradient bamboo fan has a unique elegance."

The group began to work.

Ling Chuan suddenly asked, "Do you have gloves?"

The staff member looked at him with a puzzled expression and then handed him a pair of gloves.

One pair for each person.

"......"

He coughed to cover his embarrassment and explained, "Bamboo skewers can easily hurt your hands."

Jiang Wang smiled and smoothed things over, "Yes, yes, Teacher Ling is so thoughtful."

The staff had no choice but to hand each person a pair of white gloves.

When it came time to choose bamboo strips, Lin Yi chose pinkish-white, Qiao Yu, Qin Xiao, and Jiang Wang chose the original color, Xiang Nan chose yellowish-white, and finally Ling Chuan also chose white-green bamboo strips.

Everyone sat around two round tables and began to work. Wang Qing walked back and forth, observing whether everyone was doing it correctly.

Lin Yi, being a girl, had to be quick, while Qiao Yu, somewhat afraid of the thorns on the bamboo strips, was slow and careful.

The other men didn't have it so easy. They were clumsy and their bamboo strips always crossed crookedly. Xiang Nan complained, "This is too difficult."

Qin Xiao agreed, "This... doesn't seem quite suitable for us men to do."

director:"......"

Wang Qing smiled and walked towards Qin Xiao and Xiang Nan: "On this special day in summer, giving a friend a bamboo fan is like passing on coolness and blessings together."

Qin Xiao looked at Nan and Lehehe exchanged a glance.

Wang Qing gave them guidance, and Jiang Wang, who was standing to the side, looked at Lin Yi's skillful technique and took the initiative to go over and say, "Lin Yi, you are so amazing."

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Teacher Jiang, you flatter me."

She turned her head and saw that Jiang Wang's bamboo shoot was crooked, so she stopped what she was doing and went to help Jiang Wang adjust it.

"Thank you, Lin Yi."

"Teacher Jiang, you're too kind."

Qiao Yu remained cautious and focused, picking up each item one by one, inserting it little by little, and pulling it down.

Ling Chuan frowned as he looked at her tightly pursed pink lips, wanting to laugh but holding back. He leaned closer and asked, "Do you need any help?"

"Need not."

Qiao Yu didn't look at him, and shut him down with two crisp words.

Ling Chuan leaned back lazily in his chair, squinting as he watched her struggle to pull down each hair one by one.

When Wang Qing finished turning around, she exclaimed in surprise, "The two teachers did it so quickly!"

She was referring to Ling Chuan and Lin Yi, and she brought out fan styles for the two of them to choose from.

Lin Yi chose the eight-petaled begonia shape, while Ling Chuan also hesitated before choosing the Song-style round fan.

After Qiao Yu finished weaving the bamboo, Ling Chuan was already edging it. Edging seemed to be outside his area of ​​expertise, and the result was rough and crooked. Qiao Yu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ling Chuan glanced at her sideways, then looked at the table: "I'll cut it for you, and you can hem it for me."

Qiao Yu hesitated for two seconds, then nodded. She chose a sunflower shape, and the two exchanged bamboo weaving techniques to continue making their craft.

The whole process took more than an hour, and everyone finished making their products one after another.

The director asked Wang Qing to take a group photo with everyone, holding up bamboo fans.

Seven people stood in a row, with three ladies in the middle, Wang Qing giving up the center position to Lin Yi, and four men standing on either side, each holding a bamboo fan they had made.

Lin Yi's work was the most exquisite, while Qin Xiao's and Xiang Nan's were much rougher.

Everyone looked at the photographer.

At this moment, Lin Yi suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, wait, I forgot to take off my gloves!"

As she spoke, she shoved the fan in her hand directly into Qiao Yu's hand and took off her gloves.

While Qiao Yu was momentarily stunned, a bamboo fan was forcibly shoved into her hand, and tiny bamboo skewers instantly pierced her hand.

"Hiss~", she exclaimed softly involuntarily, her voice so faint that only she could hear it.

Ling Chuan, who was standing nearby, also heard this. His brows twitched slightly, and his deep gaze fell on Qiao Yu's hand.

The group photo session ended.

Director: "Tonight's dinner will be prepared by everyone together, in pairs, each pair making one dish. The remaining four dishes will be provided by the program. But we'll play a game to decide what to cook, and the winning pair will choose first."

"Balloon Race: Two people stand back-to-back, with a balloon sandwiched between them, and must carry it from the starting point to the finish line. They cannot touch the balloon with their hands. If the balloon falls, they must return to the starting point and start again. The team with the shortest time wins. Let's group them according to the morning's group assignments."

Upon hearing about the group assignments, everyone agreed, except for Qiao Yu, who sullenly glanced at Ling Chuanye a few times.

Qiao Yu: "..."

Isn't this making things difficult for her?

Jiang Wang and Qin Xiao are about the same height, and even Lin Yi and Xiang Nan are not much different in height. Lin Yi is tall and slender, while Xiang Nan is the shortest among the group of men.

Looking at himself and Ling Chuanye, he realized they were only about as tall as each other's mouths.

Seemingly noticing her reluctant expression, Ling Chuan tilted his head and lazily curled his lips in response: "Be in my group, it's not shameful to lose."

Qiao Yu: "..."

Why did I have to be in his group?!