At this point, he was out of danger and became the first person in the discussion group to complete the tear collection, in addition to obtaining a silver needle and embroidery, which can be regarded as an alternative full load.

"Now, what I can do is to hand over these tears to Old Man Han as soon as possible, and there are only about 35 hours left for me, nearly ....... A day and a half. ”

He muttered to himself, and walked back along the same route, when the sun was fully lit up, and the summer days of July and August were a little scorching.

About twenty minutes later, he finally stood at the exit of the wild woods, and his vision suddenly widened.

At the same time, the crowd at the head of the village shuttled towards him.

Some were carrying brooms, others were carrying buckets, as if they were going to clean up the temple.

Su Xiaobai didn't pay too much attention to their whereabouts, and walked straight into the village.

At the head of the village, there is a round platform, on which there are several actors with painted faces singing on it, and the villagers in the audience have stopped to watch.

"Xiaosheng, you return!"

A shout came out of Guan Gong's face, so loud that Su Xiaobai was shocked, and looked closely, it turned out to be just lines in the play.

In this scene, the red-faced Guan Gong sat on the general's chair, and the pink-faced Xiaosheng handed over an invitation letter and called "Lu Su" by his name.

Seeing this, Su Xiaobai can also guess that this drama should be "Guan Gong went to the meeting alone".

After pausing for a moment, he continued to move towards the end of the road.

At the end of the road, the low and wide house was still open, and the iron chain hung from the lock of the left door, and was folded in a circle.

In the room, Han Duangong sat on the bench, waving a fan in his hand and looking around, but he was not nervous at all.

On both sides of the long road, the villagers came and went, and Su Xiaobai followed the flow, and finally stood in front of the gate of the house, which attracted the attention of Old Man Han.

"Not hurt?"

He turned his head and squinted to Su Xiaobai's position, and asked happily.

"It doesn't matter. I brought you the medicine primer. ”

Su Xiaobai spoke, stepped into the door, and put the things in hand on the table.

A squeaky sound sounded, it was Han Duangong who stood up from the chair, he walked to the table, looked at the two miscellaneous items, and was stunned for a while.

"Where did you get the other things?" Old man Han asked in a low tone, stroking the hibiscus embroidery with his hand.

Su Xiaobai didn't block it, and responded directly: "It's all obtained from the paper lady." If I'm not mistaken, her predecessor should be Qi Niangniang's paper figure. ”

As soon as these words came out, Old Man Han's face was heavy, and he nodded by default, but there was some brilliance in his eyes.

"No wonder it looks so familiar........ But what I didn't expect was that it degenerated into a trick and still remembered the cleverness of the seventh day of the seventh month, which surprised me. ”

He whispered, as if he was telling in the form of an old friend, it seems that he was also present at the Qixi begging meeting decades ago.

There is also that yellow cloth, and the "Han someone" signed on it is most likely Han Ai, Han Duangong!

"These things, it's useless to throw them away, so it's better to give them to this old man as a souvenir."

Old man Han asked with a smile, and it was clear from his eyes that he really liked these gadgets.

Su Xiaobai didn't care, and responded calmly: "Whatever, you can take it." ”

With that, he walked out the door, and his business was finally done.

However, it was not calm among the other team members.

Facing the rising sun, he leaned against the old tree and turned on the chat mode again, and the message log was still stuck an hour ago.

[How's your situation there?] 】

After a few minutes of pause, Zhao Zilong picked up the conversation.

Zhao Zilong in Xia Changshan: [Fortunately, I suffered a small injury in my abdomen, and now I am rushing towards the village. 】

Immediately after that, there is the "high monk".

Dawei Tianlong Monk: [I have already succeeded. There are scratches on the arm, but they are not fatal. 】

It seems that they have all finished collecting tears, Su Xiaobai took a long breath, and waited for the news of the "motherland" again.

Judging from his previous performance, he has a somewhat timid personality, and he is easy to panic when encountering emergencies, if the most worrying person in the discussion group is the short-sleeved teenager.

Little Girl: [Motherland, how is your situation there?] 】

Su Xiaobai sent out another inquiry, but unfortunately, no one responded.

Dawei Tianlong Monk: [@我是祖国人, please answer when you receive it. 】

Zhao Zilong in Xia Changshan: [Don't dive, come out and talk back!] 】

The discussion group kept calling, but the ID of "I am from the motherland" did not appear, as if it was fragmented, and disappeared into the channel.

This doesn't bode well, as everyone is now working independently in different dimensions, and at the end of the day, they can only earn the qualification on their own.

If something really happens, the other team members can't lend a helping hand at all, and can only watch the victims be eliminated!

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I'm from the motherland: [Team leader, I'm afraid I won't be able to make the cut.] 】