Zhu Lian took the initiative to speak, in high spirits.
"Go! Go! Go!"
Zhao Huan was also willing to join in the fun.
Zhu Lian took out a small purse from his sleeve, took out ten copper coins and handed them to the boss.
The boss happily took the copper coins and said, "There is a riddle in each lantern. You can guess whichever one you like. There are no other requirements."
Zhu Lian didn't choose, just picked one at random and opened it. It read, "A white snake crosses the river, a red sun overhead."
Zhao Huan looked at the cloth strip under the lantern. His facial expression remained unchanged, but he was already cursing in his heart.
What kind of riddle is this? There are no clues at all, and it doesn’t say whether it’s a word puzzle or something to guess. How can one guess it?
Isn't this just making things difficult for people?
While Zhao Huan was still complaining, Zhu Lian had already given the answer.
Oil lamp.
"What kind of oil lamp is that? Even if I'm just guessing, I'm going to guess it looks like it."
"Exactly. What's the connection between the white snake, the red sun, and the oil lamp?"
"If you've got it covered, get out of the way quickly and don't block the road!"
A slap in the face always comes quickly. The boss showed a painful look on his face. This difficult riddle had earned him no less than 50 copper coins, but it was solved so easily.
Of course, you can't go back on your word in front of so many people. Those who can read and write are not ordinary people.
The boss took down the lantern and handed it to Zhu Lian, who then handed it to Zhao Huan: "Hold it for me. I want to kill everyone."
When the boss heard this, his face turned green. What are you going to do?
Killing people everywhere, what hatred and grudges are there?
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