Around 11 a.m., the five families gathered at the entrance of the town.

Judging from everyone's expressions, they had accomplished their task very well.

To find out how the mission was going, they weren't in a hurry to go home. Instead, they sat on the tractor and started chatting.

Today's main task is with Zhuang Shi, so everyone's attention is focused on him.

Zhuang Shi said, “Every year before the Molda Festival, there is a designated farm that will host the festival. Other farms that want to host the festival have to compete with them. Today is the last day of the competition. If we don’t get the most votes by 6 p.m. today, we won’t be eligible to host the festival. In fact, the voting started as early as the beginning of July.”

Everyone was stunned: "Does that mean we can't complete the mission?"

"It's unlikely, after all, we can't exactly go door-to-door asking people to vote, can we?"

Nan Qu's eyes lit up: "Why not?"

Everyone looked at Nan Qu, who said, "Okay, I'll go buy some things first, then we'll go back. We need to eat first, no matter what. We'll make arrangements when we get back."

There's nothing anyone can do about Nan Qu's behavior; for now, they can only listen to her.

Nan Qu looked at Zhuang Shi and asked, "Do we just need someone to sign our voting leaflets? Or is there another way?"

Zhuang Shi said, "I have an application form here. We need to submit the application form to the town government before 6 p.m.

Nan Qu nodded: "Okay! Please wait for me for a moment."

Nan Qu took the money from Zhuang Shi and bought a lot of things. She returned home before midnight.

Because of time constraints, Nanqu only made tomato and egg noodles. Fortunately, everyone was very supportive, and no one was picky about the food.

After the meal, Nan Qu revealed her plans.

"Here's what I'm thinking: our country's Qixi Festival is on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, so let's combine Chinese and Western elements, creating a collision between festivals. Who can paint?"

Hu Qianqian raised her hand: "I studied in high school for three years."

Nanqu nodded: "That's enough. Here are crayons. All you have to do is draw a scene on this poster depicting the Chinese legend of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge, as well as a scene of tourists meeting horses. Can you do that?"

Hu Qianqian thought for a moment and nodded: "It should be fine."

Nan Qu handed her the items: "Okay, this is your task. You need to draw at least five copies!"

Nan Qu then looked at Zhuang Shi: "Teacher Zhuang, you are best at communicating with people. Because of the tight schedule, we need a way of speaking that can really move people and get them to listen. The kind of thing that can attract them with just three sentences. By the way, I can make some desserts. You can take one as a way to get in touch."

Zhuang Shi nodded: "Okay, I'll think about it carefully."

After saying that, he took the paper and went to get busy.

Nan Qu looked at the other two and said, "I bought some wrapping paper. I'll teach you how to fold boxes. There are about two hundred people in the town. To prevent any extra tourists, we need to fold at least three hundred boxes."

Ji Qi nodded to Yu Zhi: "Okay."

Nanqu taught the lesson twice to make sure they all had no problems before she went to make some desserts.

Since it's the Qixi Festival, Nanqu (a type of folk opera) simply makes Qiaoguo (a type of pastry) and Qiaosu (another type of pastry).

Due to limited resources, Nanqu did not make molds, and the Qiaoguo (a type of pastry) was not made into a shape, but rather cut into diamond shapes.

Qiaosu made the cheese flavor that locals like, and it also has a red bean flavor.

Even the children helped, packing the fried and cooled Qiaoguo (a type of fried pastry) into cardboard boxes, adding a Qiaosu (another type of fried pastry) baked in Nanqu (a type of baked pastry) inside. Then they sealed the boxes with tape.

Hu Qianqian and Zhuang Shi finished their work and came over to help.

Everyone worked together until 3 a.m. before all of this was finally finished.

Next, each of them took a basket, filled it with the packaged boxes, and set off.

Our first destination was the town government.

They need several application forms and hope they can be given the opportunity to count them based on the number of signatures on the application forms. Of course, there can be no duplicates.

The town had rarely been this lively. Especially after enjoying the delicious desserts, the mayor readily agreed to their request.

So, centering on the town government, they each took a street and began sweeping the streets, one person per road, making sure to visit everyone in the town before four o'clock.

Everyone was already memorizing their sales pitches on the way here.

To make it easier for everyone to understand, the Southern Opera was directly translated into the Eagle Language and everyone had to memorize it. Even the children memorized it.

We met at the parking spot at the entrance of the town at 4 o'clock as usual, and everyone began the street sweeping task.

"The current number of signatures in first place is 185, and our goal is 200! Let's do our best!"

Perhaps because the Molda Festival is celebrated every year, everyone is used to it. When they heard that they were going to come up with something new this year, they were all very supportive. In addition, Zhuang Shi's words were also very encouraging, and there were small gifts knocking on the door.

Even if someone refuses, it won't be too embarrassing.

At four o'clock, when everyone gathered at the entrance of the town, we counted the number of each person, and there were a total of 133 people.

Next, we must visit each farm.

Just before heading to the farm, a bus that drove in from outside caught everyone's attention.

So, Hu Qianqian had a new task: to go directly to the bus stop and intercept people.

Nan Qu drove the three of them to other places.

At each farm, one person would be dropped off, and after Nanqu finished visiting, they would move on to the next farm.

After all that trouble, it was already 5:20, and because of time constraints, they had to return to town.

This busy trip has added over three hundred more people to their list. Forget two hundred, they're still more than thirty short of even the number one spot in the Super Country.

However, they have tried their best, and if they still cannot succeed, then this is the only way.

Now, Hu Qianqian is their only hope.

The car arrived at the bus station, where Hu Qianqian and Cai Cai were waiting. They waved excitedly when they saw them.

"How many did you sign?"

Ji Qi said somewhat dejectedly, "We signed more than thirty more, making it only a little over 160 in total."

Hu Qianqian's eyes lit up: "I have twenty-three here, is that about right?"

Zhuang Shi's eyes lit up: "There's hope! Our first sign was 133, and we signed 37 more, making it 170. Add your 23, and that means we've signed a total of 193!"

Upon hearing the number, everyone was thrilled: "Let's go submit the application!"

Because they had been notified in advance, the town government was waiting for their arrival.

As a result, when he saw that there were 193 people on their list, the mayor expressed his regret: "In fact, when you were promoting the event, you visited families who were going to hold the festival this year. They felt a sense of crisis, so they also brought some people over."

Currently, their list contains 203.