Chapter 43 Free Gift

When he arrived at the kitchen, Jun Qiulan realized that today was the birthday of a certain ancestor.

The kitchen was bustling with activity as ingredients for the sacrifice were prepared.

"Hey, Master, why are you killing the pig yourself? I told you to come over as soon as it's ready."

Qing Heng: "It's okay, just something that comes handy. Roast the suckling pig skin a little crispier and brush it with more honey."

"Yes, Master."

The master's nephew was older than Jun Qiulan. "Young master uncle, please stay for dinner today. I make roast suckling pig quite well. It's a specialty of our Qingfeng Temple."

Jun Qiulan felt a little touched.

He didn't go up the mountain very often, and didn't have much time to spend with his fellow apprentices.

But they really treated him as family.

No one even asked about his background, and no one was curious, as if he had really lived here since he was a child.

And this is just what Master Qingheng said at the dinner table. He will be your junior uncle from now on.

Everyone really treated him as their junior uncle, and several of his senior brothers were also very caring towards him as their junior brother.

"Do you need my help?"

After a pause, he thought that he seemed to only know how to light a fire, but this kitchen was full of high-tech, so he didn't need to light a fire.

Qing Heng saw through it and said cheerfully, "Yan Jing had someone come and make these some time ago. We didn't know how to use them at first. Let's go. What are you doing here causing trouble?"

The master's nephew was also very happy, "Little uncle, go play."

This is treating him like a child.

Jun Qiulan didn't know what to say. "Thank you for your hard work, nephews."

"It's not hard. It's just a coincidence that Junior Master-Uncle came back today. Normally, we don't have to cook such a sumptuous meal."

Jun Qiulan chewed over these words.

Since he had this opportunity, he seemed to have encountered many coincidences.

The first time I traveled through time, I happened to be in a film crew by coincidence, and it was a plot where I was fleeing from famine and being chased by soldiers.

His clothes and his various situations all fit in perfectly.

If it were a modern drama, or even a costume drama, he might have been caught on the spot.

There was also the time when they went up the mountain to ask Master Qingheng about their identity issues, and coincidentally the relevant department came in the afternoon to process their collective household registration.

It wouldn't have been so smooth if it had been a day later.

The few times he took on roles afterwards seemed to be a coincidence.

Back in the room, Qingheng slapped him on the head.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed?"

Jun Qiulan expressed his doubts.

Qing Heng waved his hand, "Don't worry about it. Everything that happened to you has its own fate. You will slowly figure it out in the future."

Just like this change.

Plague, he used the knowledge here to change the fate of the people in the border town.

Jun Qiulan seemed to have figured out the trick.

The piglet cannot be taken with him today because he has not accumulated enough merit?

As long as he does a little more, it should be possible in the future.

You can even bring your whole family.

Regardless of whether his parents are willing to live here for a long time in the future, he must at least be able to bring them here, just like his younger sister said, and regard this place as their family's last retreat.

The Crown Prince has been deposed. People in the capital are doing everything they can to seize the throne. Who knows if someone will suddenly have the idea of ​​eliminating him completely?

Thinking of this, Jun Qiulan already had a preliminary idea.

Cement is a good thing.

Jun Qiulan had thought about it before, but hadn't made up his mind, so this time it was just a coincidence.

The cement had just been brought back not long ago when this incident suddenly happened.

Come to think of it, if the kitten hadn't gone home with him unexpectedly, he didn't even know how long it would take for him to know that he could bring a living thing back home.

This little cat also came cleverly.

If he hadn't gone to the crew with Zhang Li that day, and if he hadn't mentioned treating Zhang Li to a meal, if he had gone directly to buy cement, he might have missed Yan Jing.

It is just as Master said, everything that happens is due to fate.

Since he can be Qingheng's apprentice, he can be considered to have a connection with Taoism. Today is his first time to participate in the sacrificial activities for the ancestor's birthday as a Taoist priest.

It's quite interesting.

The kitten played in the yard all day and was very happy.

Jun Qiulan took his food and toilet back with him.

Jun Shuwan really likes this clingy little cat. Today, when she was doing needlework with Miao'er next door, she would go home to check on it from time to time.

The same thing happened to Song Xirong. Her second sister-in-law next door was responsible for buying food for the construction workers. She also asked her to bring back a small fish, mashed it into meat paste, and made cat food specifically for the kitten. I heard that the kitten ate it with relish.

Jun Yu was the same. He was supervising the construction of the house, but he would occasionally pick a few foxtail grass and bring it back to entertain the kitten.

It can be said that this little kitten captured the hearts of a family of four in just half a day.

She is so cute, so good at acting coquettishly, and so clingy.

Completely different from the usual cool cats.

"Do you really want to send the kitten away?" Song Xirong was reluctant.

"Mom, I'm not sending you away, I'm bringing you back."

"Then you also keep a cat in a rental house? The room there is only a small amount. Our place is spacious. It may be a little poor, but the cat is free. You are not at home most of the day, and the kitten is alone at home. How lonely it must be."

Jun Qiulan: "..."

It seems to make some sense.

"But, Mom, if you really have developed feelings for each other, wouldn't you be even more reluctant to let the kitten go if Mr. Yan takes it away?"

Song Xirong was also conflicted. "Why don't you ask Mr. Yan if he can give the cat to you? No, no, no, we can give him some money, or you can write a few more calligraphy and paintings for him."

Jun Yu and Jun Shuwan, father and daughter, nodded vigorously to express their opinions.

Jun Yu even said, "I heard that Mr. Yan likes calligraphy and painting. I can study it and paint a decent painting as a gift to him."

There were his paintings on folding fans before, but they were too simple and could not show even one tenth of his ability. They were just a few casual strokes on the fan.

Jun Qiulan: "..."

In order to raise a cat, he would do anything.

He hesitated for a while, and the kitten came to climb up his trouser leg again.

She tilted her head back and meowed at him.

"I'll discuss it with him some other day." He changed his words instantly. Once I got to his house, it should be his cat.

"This is good." Jun Yu was thinking about what to draw.

Or you can draw a kitten. It is so cute and lovable.

After talking about the cat, Jun Qiulan got down to business.

When I brought the piglet back today, they were not at home, so they didn't know about this.

Jun Qiulan explained and then talked about Master Qingheng's views.

Jun Yu sighed, "It was a coincidence."

If it were something else, they might not meddle in it, as saving their own lives was the most important thing. But the epidemic is different, as no one can escape the consequences.

If the whole city fell, where would their family go?

Even if we take a step back, can the medicine that Jun Qiulan brought back really resist this epidemic 100%?

"What are my son's plans?"

Jun Qiulan said seriously, "Dad, maybe we can take out the cement. It's very useful. We can also help the people here by using the things over there. Shouldn't that be a merit?"

Their current status is really embarrassing.

In the novels he had read, whenever the protagonist produced cement, he would be rewarded, even promoted, and gain prestige among the people.

This is indeed a good thing.

But what does he, the deposed crown prince, need reputation for? Does he think his life is too long?

He doesn't even need a promotion, and no one will give him one.

He thought that since that mysterious force had the consciousness to let him bring good things to the world and change the world, it should not be the main point who those good things and credits were finally attributed to.

The focus starts from him.

Just like the previous epidemic, he only provided a plan and a recipe, and it was Mrs. Huo who carried it out.

Maybe I could go meet Mr. Su?

It is not known whether the new prefect has taken office.

Since they asked Mr. Su to mediate so that they could live in peace, they couldn't be too stingy.

What about giving him a credit?

At the same time, General Huo’s side cannot be missing either.

It is not appropriate for civil officials to interfere in military affairs.

The border town's walls need to be repaired and reinforced every year. Recently, things outside the border town seem to be uneasy.

It is said that this happens every year.

The people over there also need to eat, and since there is no suitable land for farming, they can only rely on robbing.

Jun Qiulan and Jun Yu discussed for a long time, and Jun Shuwan was listening beside them.

"Dad, can I take some of the cement from home when I go back tomorrow?" She said to Jun Qiulan, "Brother, tell me how to use this cement?"

If I rashly offer the recipe, I might be considered to have ulterior motives.

It would be better to let Mrs. Huo discover it herself.

It just so happened that the wall outside the room where she and Miao'er lived was cracked, so she took the cement back to fix it.

If she is seen and discovered by others, she can also say that her family was renovating the house, and her father and brother had seen such a thing somewhere before, so they researched it out.

Don't take out too much at first.

They make cement themselves, which is time-consuming and laborious.

When the general's mansion gets the formula, they won't ask for any other rewards. They just want a few trucks of cement to repair the house. That's not too much, right?

Earthen cement may not be as durable as the one my brother brought back, but it should look similar on the surface.

Jun Qiulan sighed, "Wan'er has really grown up and is very thoughtful."

Jun Shuwan smiled shyly, "My parents are both smart, and my brother is capable, so I naturally can't be too stupid."

One sentence made the whole family laugh so hard that their teeth were showing.

Originally, Jun Qiulan was planning to send Jun Shuwan into the city the next day, but both girls said no.

Someone from the village happened to be driving an ox cart into the city, so the two girls packed their bags and took the cart.

The two girls had always gotten along well and went together, but after experiencing the epidemic, Miao'er thought of the sugar pills and sugar water that Wan'er had tricked her into eating, and she was not a stupid person.

Maybe it’s a secret recipe that was not passed on to outsiders in the palace?

Miao'er never asked. What if she told others and brought disaster to Wan'er's family? What should she do then?

Even at her home, she only vaguely said that Wan'er helped her and did not mention the pills.

Miao'er brought a lot of things this time, and she didn't ask.

After returning to the general's mansion and paying respects to Madam Huo, Jun Shuwan returned to their maid's room and opened the bundle.

Take out a bag of ash?

"Wan'er, what is this?"

"My family is building a house, and the cement my father and brother made can be used to paste walls or as adhesive. There's a little crack on the outside of our wall, and the weather is getting colder. Mrs. Huo is busy and probably won't be able to take care of such a small thing, so I thought I'd fix it myself."

"Okay, I'll help too."

Jun Qiulan had just told Wan'er about the ratio last night and had experimented a little at home. Today, he was very familiar with it.

The two girls quickly repaired the outer wall.

"It's this wall. There's a patch of gray. Will the housekeeper and the nanny say anything?"

Jun Shuwan thought to herself, I’m just waiting for them to say it.

"It's okay. Once the cement dries, we'll put some wall plaster on top."

"Okay." Qian Miao'er was also surprised. "This cement is so easy to use. I wonder if my uncle and his family will do this business?"

Their adobe house also needs to be repaired.

I heard that the winters in the border town are very cold. They live in adobe houses, which leak when it rains. How can they survive the winter?

If I use this thing to paste a layer on the exterior wall, can it also play a role in keeping warm and waterproofing?

Miao'er is also a smart person. When she sees something good, she will think divergently.

Jun Shuwan heard her hidden meaning and smiled meaningfully: "Don't worry, wait a little longer, I will definitely let your family use it too."

Qian Miaoer smiled with a dimple, "Then I'll wait for good news from sister Wan'er."

"Come on, go on, let's go to work first."

The two girls laughed and went about their work.

Jun Qiulan went to Modern in the morning, checked the information, and did not go out to look for work. He stayed there for half a day and then came back.

Yan Jing sent him a message, wanting to see the kitten.

These past two days, the kittens have been playing in the yard.

Although he is not very big, he has learned to climb over the wall.

He quickly picked up the kitten and went back to the rental house to give it a quick clean, then took a few photos and sent them to Yan Jing.

Yan Jing actually made a video call directly.

It was Jun Qiulan’s first time to video chat with someone.

Seeing Yan Jing appear on his mobile phone, the picture was so clear, which had a certain impact on him.

"how?"

Yan Jing should be in the car, holding a mobile phone, and the distance is quite close.

Jun Qiulan lowered his eyes slightly and pointed the camera at the kitten again, "Mimi is playing. What's the kitten's name? I can't always call him Mimi, right?"

"It hasn't been named yet. It's numbered Orange 19. You can choose a name if you want."

Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing. Giving cats numbers instead of giving them names, what kind of operation is this?

Yan Jing continued, "Giving a kitten a name makes it part of your family. Once you name it, you have to take responsibility. Do you understand?"

Jun Qiulan understood: "Are you planning to give the kitten to me for free?"

Yan Jing couldn't help laughing: "If you can take good care of him, it would be a good destination for him."

Cats will choose their own poop scoopers, and this little orange cat obviously likes Jun Qiulan very much.

People who love cats probably have a unique magnetic field that cats can sense.

He also saw the photos and the current video, and found that Jun Qiulan was taking good care of Little Orange White.

Jun Qiulan originally planned to ask Yan Jing for the kitten, but before she could figure out how to start, Yan Jing took the initiative to ask.

It made him feel embarrassed.

Yan Jing could see that he was thin-skinned.

"If you want to keep him, then take good care of him. If you don't want to keep him anymore, or if you can't keep him for various reasons, remember to contact me and send the cat back. You must not abandon him."

"Okay, I promise you, a gentleman's word is his bond."

Yan Jing laughed dumbly, suddenly feeling a bit of a bad taste in his mouth. "As the adopter, I need you to send me a few photos or videos of the kitten every once in a while. I want to make sure you're really treating it well. If I find that you're not raising the cat well, I will send someone to take it away at any time."

"It's my duty." Jun Qiulan agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, nothing much, I just checked on the cat."

Jun Qiulan saw the scene his camera flashed past, and it was clearly no longer the scenery of China. "Are you abroad now?"

He is quite curious about foreign countries.

There are large airplanes in this world, and it only takes a few hours to reach the other side of the ocean.

He was afraid that he would never be able to travel abroad in his lifetime, and he heard that the procedures for going abroad were very complicated, and he could not speak the gibberish foreign language.

Yan Jing nodded, noticing his curiosity, and pointed the camera out the window.

"This country is actually not as good as our own country..."

Jun Qiulan watched through video as Yan Jing took him on a tour of a foreign country using his mobile phone.

Quite novel.

After hanging up the video call, he realized that something was wrong.

He looked at the kitten that was already fluttering on the bed.

He whispered, "I originally wanted to give him a painting, but he ended up giving you to me for free. If I want to see you, just call it a gift for free."

Little Orange White meowed.

"For free?"

"Meow~"

Jun Qiulan: "..."

He heard that if a kitten hears a word it likes, it will respond actively.

"Free."

"Meow~"

It seems that I am really satisfied with this word.

"Then you can be called Jun Baisong, nicknamed Songsong."

"Meow."

very good.

An agreement was reached between one person and one pet.

That night, when Jun Yu and Song Xirong heard the kitten's name, they were both hesitant to speak.

How can you name a cat Baisong?

Especially Jun Yu.

He had a thorough understanding of his son's knowledge. It would not be a problem for him to pass the imperial examination. He had also studied the Four Books and Five Classics thoroughly. How could he give him such an uncultured name?

Forget it.

It’s also nice to ask for a send-off.

"Come, come to grandpa. Grandpa will take you out to catch butterflies."

"Let's go together." Song Xirong also straightened her clothes. "We're full after the meal. Let's go out for a walk to help digest the food."

The couple had already forgotten their biological son Jun Qiulan.

Could it really be that they are close relatives of grandparents?

Jun Qiulan: "..."

He was speechless for a long time.

Just then, cousin Song Ting came over.

After they got a little glimpse of the truth last time, Song Ting and Song Yan didn’t have much time left to come over.

But they also explained that they were not intentionally distancing themselves, but wanted to be more cautious.

There are many people and many eyes.

Jun Qiulan was impressed by her family's thoughtfulness. "Why is my cousin coming here today?"

Song Ting: "Song Yan rented a shop in the city. There is a yard behind the shop. After we leave, he will live there. I would like to ask my cousin Qiulan to take time to visit him occasionally."

After all, he is my biological brother from the same mother, and he is only sixteen years old.

He was still a little worried about staying alone in the border town.

Jun Qiulan: "Once the house is repaired, just let cousin Yan come and live here, so we can take care of each other."

He was not at home on weekdays, and winter was coming soon. Cousin Song Ting was a businessman. After he left, the fans collected at home would have a clear place for outsiders to go. Then his father would not have to go to the city to set up a stall and write letters.

If my cousin comes to live with us, he can take care of my parents.

Song Ting thought about it and didn't refuse. He just said, "After we go back this time, I'm afraid we won't be able to come over until after the New Year."

The journey is long and the sky is high. A business trip can take several months on the road.

I have to sell and receive goods when I go back.

It's almost winter and the roads are not easy to travel on.

They had to leave quickly.

Jun Qiulan nodded and said, "I will take out the sugar soon, and I will also write you a sugar recipe."

This sugar formula is not for them to make sugar and sell it for money. They are not suitable for this kind of high-profit business now.

But this recipe is a golden hen that lays eggs.

He said, "If something goes wrong with the sugar someday, I'll give this recipe away. It's more important to save my life."

Song Ting pondered for a moment and sighed, "I know the severity of this matter."

Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Cousin, there's no need to be so nervous. This is just a precautionary measure. Our shipment volume is small, so it won't attract attention in the short term."

"I know, but it's a pity about the recipe."

Jun Qiulan: "It's okay. Even if this formula is gone, I can still come up with other formulas. In the end, everyone will make money and live a good life."

Song Ting agreed.

He and Song Yan were actually curious about what kind of opportunities Jun Qiulan had, but out of trust in their family, they didn't ask too many questions.

Judging from Jun Qiulan's tone, perhaps there is help from the gods?

That's fine.

"There's one more thing. Song Yan is sixteen years old after all, and his parents are not here. If your aunt and uncle have time, please keep an eye on him and find him a wife, so he can have someone who understands him."

Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing: "There's no rush. He's only sixteen. It won't be too late to talk about it when the situation gets better."

After all, he has received some modern education. It is not good to marry and have children early. At the age of sixteen, he is still a child.

Song Ting wanted to say something else, but then he remembered that Jun Qiulan was already twenty years old and still not married, and his aunt and uncle didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Maybe they have their own ideas.

He didn't say much.

After Song Ting left, his parents had not returned yet.

Through the previous epidemic, they had several exchanges with the villagers, and now they can say a few words to the old farmers in the village.

I am slowly integrating into this place.

He thought about it, and saw a large box of folding fans, so he simply took them back and contacted Liu Yue.

Going to set up a stall.

"If you ask me, you haven't been here for such a long time, and you've contributed 300 yuan to the booth fee, I'm almost embarrassed."

Liu Yue had previously thought that Jun Qiulan could set up a stall for seven or eight days every month, and if the cost was shared, the cost of setting up a stall each time would not be high.

As a result, he hasn't come here for ten days or half a month.

While muttering, she helped Jun Qiulan put the things on the table.

"My business has been doing a lot better recently, all thanks to you. Starting next month, I'll give you 200 yuan for the stall."

The initial popularity has died down, and everyone knows that Jun Qiulan's stall hours are irregular, but tourists still want to try their luck.

As a result, she also became a little popular, and the business at her stall improved a lot.

Jun Qiulan originally wanted to say no, but considering Liu Yue's personality, he nodded and agreed.

"I'm worried you'll refuse, and then I'll be embarrassed."

Liu Yue has a cheerful and carefree personality. "That's great. We can make friends and talk about anything."

Jun Qiulan also smiled, "It's all thanks to you for helping me deal with the tourists some time ago."

"It's okay." Liu Yue waved her hand, "They came to see you and took care of my business. Come on, your business is here. This uncle has come several times."

Jun Qiulan looked up and saw a bald uncle, who was fat and looked like Maitreya Buddha.

"Oh, I finally see you." The fat uncle looked more like Maitreya Buddha when he smiled.

Jun Qiulan put on a businesslike smile and said, "Uncle, what do you want to write? Some of them are already written here, so feel free to pick any. If you don't like anything, you can also write on the spot."

When he and his father took time to paint on folding fans, they would occasionally write poems on them.

If the inscription is written on the spot every time, it will take up some time.

I brought a lot of fans this time. If I write inscriptions on each one of them, I may not be able to finish writing by the end of the night market.

The uncle simply didn't choose, "Then I'll take them all."

Jun Qiulan: "??? You want them all?"

"I'm not going to lie. I'm a local and I own a cultural and creative store. Your folding fans are becoming a local specialty, so I want to buy from you and sell them in my store. Don't worry, I won't bargain with you. Regardless of whether they have engravings or not, I'll always offer 50."

Jun Qiulan smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, uncle, buy at most three, no more."

It's not that he doesn't want to make money. Although this uncle is honest, it is obvious that he wants to buy it back and sell it at a high price.

The uncle wanted to persuade him again, "Please think about it and raise the price a little."

Before Jun Qiulan could say anything, the people who came to queue up later became dissatisfied.

"Uncle, we've already agreed to sell you three. If we sell all of them to you, we'll have to buy them from your store at a higher price in the future. That's not appropriate."

"That's right, she's an actress and wants to develop in this industry. If this gets out, it will be bad for her reputation. If you don't know her, you might think she's deliberately using her fame to make money."

The two little girls were chattering away, very lively and cheerful.

Jun Qiulan actually hadn't thought about what they were talking about.

But if you think about it carefully, it does make sense.

The actor's reputation is also important.

It’s not about whether you have a bad reputation or not. If you are not popular with the audience and have a bad reputation, no one will ask you to act.

"Just three. If you want to sell them, I won't interfere with the price, but I can only give you three at a time."

The bald uncle was a little disappointed. "When will you set up a stall next time?"

“Not sure yet.”

Jun Qiulan paused, then continued, "You can't get a few more people to line up. If I find out, or someone online finds out, I won't buy it for you anymore."

The bald uncle couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, I can't do such a thing."

Three is three.

The uncle didn't let Jun Qiulan write an inscription on the spot, but directly selected three.

He took a closer look and found that two of them were his father's works.

Obviously, everyone has their own aesthetic views, and his father's attainments in calligraphy and painting must be much better than his.

It's just that no one can really tell the difference.

Jun Qiulan never deliberately explained it, and only Yan Jing saw it at the time.

After the bald uncle left, the two little girls came over again.

"We want to write the inscription on the spot, is that okay? Can we still take photos and videos now?"

"sure."

It was possible before, so it would be inappropriate for him to say it is not possible now.

What's more, these two little girls spoke up for him.

There weren't many words in the title, and they were all internet slang. Jun Qiulan found it interesting as he read it.

One of the girls whispered, "I heard you still haven't signed with an agency."

Jun Qiulan nodded, "I don't have any plans for the time being."

"Then why don't you open a Weibo account? We have so many small folding fans, but we can't find a home for them."

"Little Folding Fan?" Jun Qiulan knew that his nickname was Mr. Folding Fan.

"I know that." Liu Yue, who was standing next to him, joined in the fun. "They are all your fans. Their name is Xiaozheshan."

The girl continued, "We don't mean to bother you or anything. You can just share your life occasionally, or maybe photos of your folding fan paintings or something like that."

Jun Qiulan pondered for a moment.

It seems that most actors have their own Weibo accounts, even director Yan Jing has one.

Another young woman added: "It's mainly because you don't have a Weibo account. Someone pretended to be you before, opened an account online, painted folding fans, and sold them online. Luckily, they were found out, but some sisters still got scammed out of money. You didn't even know that the folding fans that person painted were imitating you, and they sold them for 300 yuan each."

Now, Jun Qiulan had to take it seriously.

"I'll consider it and send a photo for verification when the time comes."

"Okay."

The two little girls took their folding fans, took a photo with him, then each gave him 52 yuan, and walked away hand in hand with smiles on their faces.

Jun Qiulan didn't know what to say, but her heart felt warm.

I brought a lot of folding fans tonight.

Most of them chose to write inscriptions on the spot. After the empty folding fans were sold out, they gradually sold out the remaining finished products.

I earn a few thousand dollars a night.

Jun Qiulan stretched lazily.

"You don't sell that bag anymore?"

Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "I still have two at home. I'll sell them next time I come. I brought a lot of fans today."

Wan'er took time out from her work these past few days to make these two bags.

When the little girl found out that her previous bag was sold at a high price here, she was extremely happy.

Even though she doesn't have much time now, she already has life goals and plans, otherwise she would have to make and sell bags full-time.

I'll take some time to make a few now and ask Jun Qiulan to sell them when she sets up her stall.

She also asked Jun Qiulan to save the money she earned, as she might need to buy a lot of things in the future when she studied medicine.

Of course Jun Qiulan agreed with her.

I just don’t know how Wan’er’s plan is going?

He was not in a hurry and just waited quietly.

After closing his stall and returning home, he fumbled to open a Weibo account.

When he saw that he could do identity authentication, he remembered that someone had impersonated him and defrauded him of money, so he decided to authenticate himself.

It just requires some yellow V blogger to confirm it.

After thinking about it, I simply sent messages to Yan Jing and Qu Feng.

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