On the day the first match ended, the discussion was still lively. Soon, everyone's attention was drawn to the TV series.
"Sun Wukong is amazing! He almost overturned the Heavenly Court all by himself, no, all by himself, just a monkey!"
"Do you think this is the world where the store manager lives?"
"I think so, but I wonder what the shopkeeper's status is in the Immortal Realm? It should be quite high."
"Have you forgotten how many times the store manager has said that TV dramas are artistically processed and cannot be taken as gospel?"
"Haha, that's so true. I always forget what the store manager emphasized."
“I still think it’s true,” some people retorted, unconvinced.
Those who had been staying at the inn for a long time were able to maintain a degree of rationality, but the new guests had never seen anything like it before. Even when others explained that it was fake, they still couldn't believe it.
In just one day, "Journey to the West" became the talk of the town, even surpassing the ice sculpture competition in popularity.
Yunmo found Ange and asked hesitantly, "Which deity of Heaven are you? Are you the God of Wealth?"
"Guess?" An Ge asked with a forced smile.
Sensing danger, Yunmo quickly changed the subject, "The store manager must have had a long day. Get some rest, I won't bother you any longer."
An Ge overheard the crowd's discussion and was somewhat speechless. Thinking back to her past life, even though everyone knew it was fake, they still treated the deities in the story as real, and she sighed helplessly.
If this was the case in the past, how much more so for ordinary people in ancient times who had never been exposed to such a wealth of information?
However, this also served as a reminder to An Ge. The inn's influence is growing, and once the library opens, it will have a greater impact on people's minds. She must be more careful to avoid causing ideological turmoil.
The next day was the final of the ice sculpture competition. Seeing the lively scene, everyone's attention was finally turned back to the ice sculpture competition.
There was no assigned topic for the final round; each contestant was free to create their own. As soon as the final round began, the contestants immersed themselves in the intense act of carving.
The crowd, which had been discussing amongst themselves, was caught up in the atmosphere created by the contestants and stopped talking, feeling a sense of tension.
Who do you think will win this time?
"I heard that one of the participants this time is from the Zhou family, which is a family with a century-old tradition of craftsmanship. Who else could it be but them? The Zhou family was the first to finish in yesterday's competition."
"I didn't even notice that the Zhou family had come all the way from the Qi King's fiefdom! The championship is practically guaranteed now."
"That's not necessarily true. I saw it yesterday, and the Zhou family's work was indeed stunning, but how should I put it? It seemed to lack a bit of spirit and had a bit too much of a craftsman's feel. I think the work number fifty suits my taste better; I think it's called Song, Song Dahe!"
"I also remember him. But I still think the Zhou family is better."
The group discussed amongst themselves, their anticipation for today's match growing stronger.
"Look, isn't that Sun Wukong?"
With a gasp, everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a monkey king holding a golden cudgel gradually taking shape under the skillful hands of the sculptor. As the competition progressed, it gradually became more lifelike.
"It looks so much like the Monkey King, it really has the style of the Monkey King."
Who is Song Dahe?
"I want to vote for him; he did quite well in yesterday's competition."
Listening to the discussion, Song Ankang proudly raised his little head.
The competition ended, and dozens of works of varying sizes and shapes dazzled the eye.
Although it was a free-for-all, the theme for the second round of the competition had already been given to the participants, so almost everyone's work had undergone countless practice sessions. Apart from the Zhou family, who were quite confident in their skills, there was no one else like Song Dahe.
Because the Zhou family's carving this time was also of Sun Wukong.
"This is going to be interesting!" someone chimed in good-naturedly.
Song Dahe's change wasn't due to confidence in his skills, but rather because his son really loved watching Journey to the West yesterday, so he temporarily revised his work.
I admire Brother Song's craftsmanship. May I ask where Brother Song learned his skills?
While Song Dahe was feeling nervous, he heard someone ask him a question, and upon seeing Zhou Yi, he became even more flustered. He had only learned about this family, which was mainly engaged in carving, during this competition, and wondered what he had done to deserve being approached by the Zhou family.
"I... I just carve for fun on my own, I've never had a master," Song Dahe said truthfully.
Zhou Yi was even more surprised after hearing this. He looked at Song Dahe's work, and although the craftsmanship was not superb, it was full of inspiration. In addition, Song Dahe had also chosen Sun Wukong, so he thought that Song Dahe was a disciple of a famous master.
"I admire Brother Song's talent. After the competition, would you like to invite Brother Song for a get-together?" Father is right. There are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. I was too arrogant before.
Song Dahe was flattered and overwhelmed, and naturally had no objection.
After a heated discussion, the competition results were quickly announced. As expected, Zhou Yi won first place, and Song Dahe also achieved a commendable third place.
"Who is Song Dahe?" someone couldn't help but ask.
"Is it the one who sculpted Sun Wukong? I've seen his work too. I don't know why, but even though it's not particularly exquisite, it just feels very lifelike."
“I know, I know. This Song Dahe is from our Songjia Village. I even held him when he was a child.”
"The second place winner is from our Zhao Family Village, and I'm even his relative."
“What kind of relative are you? We’re not even related. I’m his relative.”
"..."
The conversation flowed quickly, shifting from discussing the artwork to a family reunion. As the discussion escalated, the onlookers quietly fell silent, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
The moment Song Dahe heard the result of the competition, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He looked at his son cheering below and waved excitedly.
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