Everyone asked eagerly.
"How was it? We were watching from the outside, and the carriage seemed to move as smoothly as flowing water. I wonder how it felt for you sitting in the carriage?"
"Yeah, yeah, we've been waiting up there, we're getting really anxious."
Their feelings at this moment were extremely polarized: those who voted hoped for a positive outcome, while those who didn't vote hoped for a negative one.
Gongshu Jiru remained calm in the face of their questions, but a strange light appeared in his eyes when he glanced at the dragon-drawn chariot.
"My feelings will be expressed on this carving knife."
He walked to the carriage window, and with a hiss, a wooden splinter fell, its strokes—a horizontal and a vertical line, a left-falling and a right-falling stroke—like iron brushstrokes and silver hooks, vigorous and powerful.
They waited a moment before reading aloud the inscription carved on the carriage, word by word.
A place free from wind and rain, where one can roam freely without restraint—this is the essence of a fulfilling life.
This comment, it must be said, encompasses stability, speed, and a pleasant experience, making it an extremely high evaluation.
When Abbot Miku saw that Gongshu had finished carving, he said, "Master Gongshu, may I borrow your carving knife?"
"please."
He stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and after a moment of concentration, carved out the following: "The proud horse and carriage are like water, the river is like a whale rushing, the mountain is like a tiger crouching, and the horse's hooves are far away in the spring breeze."
They looked at the comments above, and they were all incredibly exaggerated, each one more praiseworthy than the last.
"good!"
"That's really great."
Since the merchants from the four families refused to have their names engraved, they could only express their feelings verbally.
A person with literary skills can express meaning in every sentence, while a person with little culture can only say "good" and has no other words to express it.
"Really, really that good?" The merchants' faces turned pale, as if they had suffered a major blow.
"It is indeed good, but unfortunately you are a step too late. Now, this dragon carriage has slipped through your fingers," Chen Bai said, his anger infuriating.
His smugness made the merchants who hadn't cast their votes want to beat him up.
"We misspoke, Ah Qing. You can't just tell us not to vote."
"Yeah, give them another chance."
They surrounded Aqing, their attitude completely changing from before.
Zheng Quchi asked them, "What do you think of the artifacts made by the artisans of Ye State now?"
"We were narrow-minded. Ye Kingdom certainly has good craftsmen."
"That's right! Trees come in all shapes and sizes, and people come in all shapes and sizes. It's really wrong of us to be so narrow-minded. From now on, if anyone says that everything made in Ye Kingdom is defective, I will definitely stand up and argue with them!"
Seeing that they had all suddenly realized their mistake, Zheng Quchi finally smiled genuinely. She beamed and looked at Mu Gaoyi and the others behind her.
They listened blankly as everyone praised the craftsmen of Ye, and even laughed foolishly, but as they laughed, their eyes suddenly reddened.
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