Then Xiaodou saw Xiaoxi run to the back of the cabin, take out the old beam, and start sawing it with a "click-clack" sound.

After sawing off a section of beam, it was quickly planed into several planks.

Xiao Dou knew that Xiao Xi often liked to fidget for no reason, so she ignored it and fell asleep while watching it.

Xiaoxi took the smoothed plank and returned to the cabin.

This is the solution Xiaoxi came up with.

The beams she retrieved from the Dong family's old house were made of mahogany. Not only were they sturdy, but they also possessed a spiritual energy, carrying great fortune.

If we use these rubbings to carve talismans, wouldn't it be possible to mass-produce them, achieving twice the result with half the effort?

Because the rubbing must be made in reverse of the actual object, Xiaoxi took out her master's "Shangqing Record" to test it out first. Not daring to do anything complicated, Xiaoxi chose the simplest amulet.

Xiaoxi first used the finest brush to trace the design on the board, and after repeatedly confirming it, she began to carve with a carving knife.

She didn't dare to breathe loudly; the template was crucial for printing.

The second step is to adjust the cinnabar so that it is neither too thick nor too thin. Xiaoxi also needs to inject spiritual power to gradually blend the spiritual power and cinnabar together.

The third step is to pour the cinnabar into a plate, on which many layers of clean cotton gauze are stacked, so that the cotton gauze can evenly absorb the prepared cinnabar.

Once everything was ready, the rubbing process began.

She picked up the rubbing, dipped it in cinnabar, and then pressed it onto a piece of prepared yellow paper.

She gently picked up the printing plate, and it was done! Not bad, very neat. Although talismans don't require perfect precision, Xiaoxi's printed talismans had all the correct strokes and directions.

She used her spiritual power to dry the talisman, and thus the first printed talisman in history was born.

Xiaodou woke up from her dream.

"Xiaoxi! What are you doing? You're actually printing talismans?"

It was surprised to see a thick stack of talismans on the table. It picked one up, and a beautiful cinnabar on it flashed with spiritual light.

"Wow! Xiaoxi, you're amazing! You actually made a huge number of talismans!"

Xiaoxi felt a great sense of accomplishment, picked up a stack of amulets, and scooped up Xiaodou.

"Let's go, let's go test the results."

Xiaoxi led Xiaodou to the viewing platform in the manor.

Ah Fan, who was once again used as a test subject, was tending to the flowers and plants. The winter sun was warm and gentle, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Xiaoxi observed secretly for a while and couldn't sense that anything bad was going to happen to Afan.

It seems the manor is not suitable for experiments.

Suddenly, the roar of motorcycles came from the highway outside the manor.

Looking out from the observation deck, I saw a group of people speeding on the highway.

They're probably neighbors from the nearby resort; this group is acting recklessly, having already sped back and forth several times.

Xiaoxi didn't even need to calculate; they were the test subjects.

She rushed towards the door, just as the group of people sped past.

Xiaoxi shouted, "Go!"

A stack of talismans followed the wind away.

The talismans scattered in the air, each one attaching to its target audience with lightning speed.

The person speeding in front was probably a bit too far away, and the talisman was stuck crookedly, ending up on his upturned buttocks.

The remaining talismans flew back into Xiaoxi's hands.

Just then, not far ahead, Ye Wentao's car had just turned the corner and appeared at the bottom of the slope.

When Xiaoxi saw that it was her fourth brother's car, she panicked and ran straight downstairs.

Ye Wentao saw a motorcycle rushing towards him and immediately braked.

The motorcycle flew up at a 90-degree angle when it was still half a meter away from his vehicle. Due to the great inertia, the motorcycle plunged into the ravine next to it.

The motorcyclist was suspended in mid-air when suddenly his rear end caught fire, and then he slowly and steadily landed on the ground.

"Holy crap! What the hell?"

Ye Wentao quickly got out of the car, unable to believe his eyes; this was too unscientific.