The little girl was surprised to see Lu Wanzheng and Yao Zijun again. She smiled sweetly at them and said, "Sisters, we meet again."
Yao Zijun stepped forward and patted the little girl's head. "What are you doing here?"
“I am the old lady’s apprentice. I learned skills from her. She said that the Yue Lao Temple will be left to me in the future, and I will become the next abbot of the Yue Lao Temple.”
The little girl spoke with a proud expression, which is probably part of the local culture. The Yue Lao Temple is the town's religious site, and inheriting the Yue Lao Temple is probably a very honorable thing.
"Then you have to keep it up!" Lu Wanzheng encouraged.
An Ruoning's long red hair danced in the air as she stood at the bottom of the steps. "Little sister, do you know the figures at the Temple of the Matchmaker?"
Upon hearing this, the little girl looked at the people below the steps. Apart from Lu Wanzheng and Yao Zijun, she didn't recognize anyone else. However, when she saw two uncles carrying a camera, she recalled what a stranger had told her yesterday.
“I know that an uncle hid five marriage locks here yesterday. As long as you find them, write a blessing on them, and hang them on the marriage wall over there, you can get a fragment from me.”
However, the fragments were placed in a brocade pouch. My uncle said, "You can draw them randomly; whatever you draw is what you get."
Upon hearing this, An Ruoning pouted and said, "Does the production team really like lotteries? They decide everything with lotteries."
“Now that we know the mission, let’s all go look for it together.” Lu Wanzheng looked at Zhong Yunyue. Seeing that Lu Wanzheng finally remembered that she had a teammate like him, Zhong Yunyue nodded to her and searched around the courtyard. His cameraman immediately followed.
Everyone began a thorough search.
The little girl skipped over to the old woman's side. "Grandma, those two older sisters are the ones who came yesterday. It's a pity the temple was closed yesterday. The two older sisters were so kind; they even treated me to some cakes."
"They're all good girls." The old woman was getting on in years, and her eyes were becoming quite cloudy. She looked at Lu Wanzheng, who was searching for a marriage lock, and murmured to herself.
Lu Wanzheng quickly found a locked box under the incense burner.
Lu Wanzheng placed the locked box on a small table, and Zhong Yunyue leaned over, "So fast?"
"Yes, but it's locked and requires a password." There were no clues on the lock; it was a four-digit password.
Zhong Yunyue took out five rolled-up pieces of paper from his pocket. "Try it and see if this is it." He showed the pieces of paper to Lu Wanzheng.
1853.
Lu Wanzheng glanced at the numbers on one of the cards and immediately tried to press the combination lock. It didn't work, so she tried another card and continued to try the combination.
7512.
The sound of the lock clicking open.
Lu Wanzheng smiled at Zhong Yunyue, her eyes crinkling. She hadn't expected that this really was the password.
Lu Wanzheng opened the box, inside which lay a brand new wooden marriage lock.
Logically, a marriage lock should be written by the couple together, but this time the situation is special.
"You write this, I don't have a girlfriend." Zhong Yunyue thought that since he didn't have a girlfriend, there was no point in writing this, so he might as well let Lu Wanzheng write it and wish her love well.
Lu Wanzheng picked up a marker from the table and leaned over the desk.
Seeing this, Yao Zijun stepped forward and patted Lu Wanzheng's cameraman, telling him not to take pictures of the marriage lock.
Xiao Qifeng's identity has not yet been revealed, so we should keep some mystery before "Love House" begins.
After Lu Wanzheng finished writing, she hung it on the marriage wall first.
The old woman held a box with trembling hands, inside which were five brocade pouches. Her hoarse voice rang out, "Young lady, before you take the pouches, I'd like to help you look at your marriage prospects, is that alright?"
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