After a few days, the students and teachers in the school gradually got used to Zhu Jin's presence. There was no longer a group of people following Zhu Jin wherever he went, and there were no longer exaggerated screams from time to time.

They got used to it, and Zhu Jin also breathed a sigh of relief. Although she would attract attention wherever she went, Zhu Jin had already gotten used to it, so it didn't matter.

The age of the students in the class was uneven, there were teenagers, and there were also students about the same age as Zhu Jin. Like many classes, they gradually divided into several small groups. Zhu Jin did not belong to any group, nor was she a loner. Except for a few classmates, she got along well with everyone.

School leaders and class teachers expressed their satisfaction, especially the class teacher. Because of Zhu Jin's special status, they communicated a lot in daily life. After getting to know each other, she became less distant and restrained. When the Double Ninth Festival was approaching, she couldn't help but ask Zhu Jin for her opinion on going to the ancient city to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival.

Zhu Jin was naturally happy to go.

The head teacher was very happy to hear this, and quickly reported the news to Qu Shao, who was in charge of the operation of the ancient city. Qu Shao, who would ask the head teacher for news every two days, was greatly relieved.

After the call ended, Qu Shao did not advertise loudly that Zhu Jin would personally attend the Double Ninth Festival in the ancient city. Instead, he quietly spread the news through his own connections, and all the Double Ninth Festival preparations that had been prepared before were put on the agenda.

On the eve of the Double Ninth Festival, Qu Shao and Changshan came to the school again with a cart of things, visited the class teacher, and sincerely expressed their intention to seek advice.

Qu Shao had never met Zhu Jin before, and was afraid that Zhu Jin would refuse, so he invited Chang Shan, whom he had specially visited to help. Chang Shan listened to Qu Shao talking to the head teacher as if he was facing a great enemy, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Qu Shao, you really don't need to be so nervous. Doctor Zhu Jin attaches great importance to inheritance and revival, and she will help you with guidance."

The ancient city is a very special place. Qu Shao is only responsible for the operation of the ancient city on the surface, but in fact he is responsible for many matters. He was selected after many levels. Most of the tasks of reviving and inheriting civilization are on him. With his efforts, the ancient city will bear more and more responsibilities in the future, and he will have more and more interactions with Zhu Jin, who is driving the revival and inheritance of civilization. Zhu Jin is too important, which makes Qu Shao, who is usually capable and calm, a little overly nervous.

"I know." Qu Shao replied with the same attitude, and Changshan didn't say anything.

Although he and Zhu Jin are now quite familiar with each other, he doesn't dare to act presumptuously in front of her.

After hearing what Qu Shao said, the head teacher knew that they had brought a cart of things and wanted Zhu Jin to take a look. After thinking for a moment, he agreed to invite Zhu Jin over.

Although Qu Shao contacted him directly, he had actually informed the school in advance, which could be regarded as communication with the school.

The head teacher made it very clear when he contacted Zhu Jin. Zhu Jin listened without saying much and promised to go there as soon as possible.

Hearing Zhu Jin's agreement, Qu Shao went downstairs and helped others move all the things in the car up. The not-so-small reception room was instantly filled up.

When Zhu Jin entered the reception room, she saw a room full of chrysanthemums. She was stunned for a moment and then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Doctor Zhu Jin." Several people greeted each other. Qu Shao explained the purpose of their visit and Changshan supplemented it.

"…The Double Ninth Festival is in three days. We in the ancient city want to popularize and guide everyone to celebrate a real Double Ninth Festival. Although everyone knows about Dr. Zhu Jin, they don't really understand it. So we want to cooperate with the media and shoot an introduction to the Double Ninth Festival before the Double Ninth Festival so that everyone can celebrate it together on the Double Ninth Festival."

"We have also prepared many activities for the Double Ninth Festival. I would like to ask Dr. Zhu Jin for some advice..."

Zhu Jin nodded after listening to the introduction and looked down at the Chongyang Festival plan that Qu Shao handed to her. The plan was concise and clear. Zhu Jin flipped through it and finished reading it. "They are all very good, whether it is climbing high, eating Chongyang cakes, appreciating chrysanthemums, drinking chrysanthemum wine, etc., it's amazing that you thought so carefully."

"We watched it on TV several times..." Qu Shao couldn't help but smile when he heard it.

Qu Shao then asked Zhu Jin to help him taste their homemade Chongyang Cake and Chrysanthemum Wine. Before asking Zhu Jin to taste them, he didn't know what he was thinking but he ate and drank them first to show that it was safe.

Zhu Jin didn't stop him and tasted it carefully.

They are all delicious, but the taste is definitely different than before. "They are all good, and they will get better and better with further improvements."

"I can only make medicinal wine, not chrysanthemum wine. After this time, I will listen to everyone's opinions and ask the winemaker to improve it. However, I know how to make Chongyang cake, and I can teach your pastry chef to make it. When the time comes, both will be on the market together. They will still be the same. Then I will collect everyone's opinions and improve or invent new varieties. They don't have to have the same taste."

The taste of each place is different. Although many dishes and snacks have the same name, they taste different.

"Okay, thank you, thank you Doctor Zhu Jin." Qu Shao didn't expect Zhu Jin to be so easy to talk to. He glanced at Changshan and saw the smug look on his face. He felt helpless and breathed a sigh of relief.

When he inquired about Zhu Jin before, most of the people who knew Zhu Jin had a good impression of her, but he was still unsure in his heart, and he didn't expect that it was the fact.

"You're welcome. You've done such a great job, it's my duty to help you." Zhu Jin was in high spirits and answered Qu Shao's questions while admiring the chrysanthemums.

"…poems? I can't remember the ones from the TV series anymore. It doesn't have to be poems. People don't write poems now, so we can invite some writers to join us and climb the mountain together to express our feelings about autumn…"

"Are you going to invite a famous writer?" Qu Shao's eyes lit up when he heard this. The head teacher kept nodding beside him and even said, "We have a famous writer in our school."

Although I know very little about the contemporary famous artist Zhu Jin, Qu Shao and the others know him like the back of their hands, and they mentioned many names at once, "… and the writer Mu Linsen who is known to be the most spiritual. I think it is very likely that he got his inspiration on the spot."

"That's true, but I'm afraid we can't hire one. His son had an accident and has been in the hospital but hasn't recovered yet..." After listening to Changshan's suggestion, Qu Shao looked at Zhu Jin awkwardly.

"Why haven't I received any news?" Changshan wondered.

"It's kept secret from the public, and so am I..." Qu Shao glanced at Zhu Jin and continued apologetically, "It's because of Doctor Zhu Jin that he knows about it."

"Oh? What happened?" the head teacher asked immediately, and Zhu Jin looked over after hearing it.

"Dr. Zhu Jin was doing his internship at the General Hospital a few days ago. The patient was Mu Linsen's son Mu Mu." Qu Shao explained helplessly.

"Then don't invite him." The head teacher's face suddenly turned ugly. Zhu Jin's diagnosis was still spread. The media did not dare to report it extensively. Many people discussed it privately, especially among doctors and medical schools. Some supported Zhu Jin, while others doubted him. However, because it was a class assignment, it did not count, otherwise who knows how many doctors would come to him.

However, because of this, more doctors came to see Mu Mu on their own initiative.

The head teacher knew what kind of mentality those people had. After spending these days together, he realized that Zhu Jin was not the kind of person who spoke without thinking, let alone a patient. So he believed Zhu Jin and believed that Zhu Jin naturally did not like Mu Linsen, who was said to hate doctors the most.

"Yes, of course we can't invite you under such circumstances." Changshan responded immediately, his face showing anger and some fear.

"Is there some story behind your expression?" Zhu Jin looked at Changshan and asked immediately because he was the one he knew best.

Changshan hesitated for a moment, but answered honestly, "Mu Linsen is a famous spiritual writer. His works have no fixed style, and there are all kinds of them. He has many fans and a great influence. Because he is the kind of person who is fearless, everyone admires him very much."

"But there are many people who like him, but there are also many people who are afraid of him, because his writings are the most poisonous, and many people and places have suffered because of his writings. Rumor has it that Mu Linsen dislikes doctors very much and only trusts a few doctors. In the past, a doctor was forced to change his job because of his writings, and he couldn't find another job, and finally had to leave the Blue Water Planet."

“So…” Changshan said so but didn’t say the rest, but everyone understood what he meant.

"Oh." Zhu Jin understood. Just like she didn't like reporters, there were some people who particularly disliked people in a certain profession. It seemed that Mu Linsen hated doctors to the extent of that.

No wonder they haven't found her for so long.

Zhu Jin also understood why she was threatened to go see Xiaomu. Maybe that person thought that if she couldn't cure Xiaomu, Mu Linsen would criticize her and make her worthless...

Not sure if she was right, Zhu Jin asked again, "He definitely didn't believe my diagnosis, didn't he criticize me?" Or did he not have time? "No, no, I'm paying attention to it every day." The head teacher said immediately. After Zhu Jin came back, the school immediately went to understand the situation. Without telling Zhu Jin, the school severely criticized Teacher Park and asked the head teacher to pay attention to the situation at all times so that he could deal with it in time if Mu Linsen said anything.

"Sorry to trouble you, teacher. I don't know anything myself." There was nothing Zhu Jin didn't understand.

"Ahem...what trouble? It's not a big deal. You shouldn't talk nonsense. He will regret it later." The head teacher coughed uncomfortably, and then immediately spoke with confidence.

"I do have a clear conscience." Zhu Jin smiled and looked at Qu Shao, "Since Mu Linsen has kept the situation secret, you should pretend that you don't know the situation and invite him as usual."

"Okay." Qu Shao hesitated and nodded, "I understand."

Zhu Jin and the others put aside Mu Linsen's question and continued. Qu Shao handed over the dogwood bag and continued to ask, "This is the dogwood bag. We are not very clear about this allusion because it is not mentioned much on TV."

"…The custom of inserting dogwood on the Double Ninth Festival was very common in the past. Inserting dogwood on the Double Ninth Festival can avoid disasters. Some people wear it on their arms or put the dogwood in a sachet to wear, and some people insert it on their heads. Most of them are worn by women and children, and in some places men also wear it..." Zhu Jin took the dogwood bag and explained, "In addition to wearing dogwood, people also wear chrysanthemums on their heads..."

"Is there any legend?" Changshan was listening attentively. Zhu Jin stopped and immediately asked, "Like the legends about Chinese New Year, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, etc.?" He had already entered into his previous working state.

"Yes, like most traditional festivals, the Double Ninth Festival also has ancient legends..." Zhu Jin didn't care and spoke in a gentle voice.

The day before the Double Ninth Festival, all major media simultaneously broadcast programs introducing the Double Ninth Festival during prime time. The legends and customs of the Double Ninth Festival are fascinating, attracting many people to watch and pay attention. Compared with chasing after alien festivals, the traditional festivals that belong to them are more popular with the Blue Water Star people.

The next day, various places on Blue Water Star launched Double Ninth Festival programs, and the ancient city of Huadu once again attracted the attention of all the people on Blue Water Star.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is inevitable that the Double Ninth Festival will become a festival that will be passed down.