Forced by the situation, the three Fan Jian brothers and sisters still walked into the portal, challenged the test of customs clearance, and left the truth world.

As soon as a few people walked in, the portal behind them immediately disappeared and turned into a wall, and they had no way to retreat.

Fan Jian looked left and right, and saw that what they were in at this time was a small room of more than thirty square meters.

There was a door on the wall in front of him, but in front of the door, there was a Taishi chair, on which sat a man, blocking the door tightly.

The man was fifty or sixty years old, dressed in an official uniform and an official hat, with yellow and white skin, fleshless cheeks, and a short beard.

When he saw someone coming in, he ignored it and didn't speak, but when he looked closely, it turned out to be a statue.

"Brother, what are we going to do, escape room?

Xiaodou has always wanted to play, but Mom and Dad won't allow it, so I'll look for clues."

Just as Fan Jian tried to push the statue away, Xiaodou began to rummage around the room like a happy bird.

The statue was very heavy, Fan Jian, who had no mana, couldn't push it at all, and when he heard Xiaodou's words, Fan Jian smiled helplessly.

The world of children is good, they are not anxious at all, and they are still thinking about playing.

But this room is a mess, and there are a lot of things that don't match.

There are Taishi chairs, tables, pen, ink, paper, inkstones, pots and pans, and even a plate of fritters, what can be found, Fan Jian has a big head.

"Brother, brother, I found it."

Xiaodou rummaged through it, took a scroll, took it to Fan Jian like a treasure, and opened it to show him.

"Are you sure it's a clue? But my brother can't read it!"

Looking at the handwriting on the scroll, Fan Jian was a little big, and there were brush words on it, and he didn't know any of them.

"Xiaodou knows, Xiaodou knows all the words in the world, including ancient Chinese, I read it to my brother.

The interlocutor needs to pick an item that represents the statue figure and place it in the statue's arms for three chances.

If you choose the right level, you will succeed in clearing the level, and the channel will open to the next level.

Three failures, failures, and forever in the world of truth."

Listening to the milky voice of the little bean, Fan Jian frowned, this is too difficult.

"Brother, shall we choose something?"

Throwing the scroll aside casually, Xiaodou was about to choose something, but was pulled by Fan Jian.

"Bean, be cautious, we only have three chances, and we can't waste them.

We don't know who that statue is, how did we choose it?"

Afraid that Xiaodou would waste the opportunity because he was greedy for play, Fan Jian hurriedly stopped him.

"Brother, don't you see who that statue is? He is Qin Hui!

How simple it is, Xiaodou can see it at a glance, I have seen his portrait.

And the words on the scroll just now are in Song style, which was invented by Qin Hui, so it must not be wrong.

That's why I chose a brush, and this one will definitely represent him."

According to historical records, Qin Hui was the left secretary of the Imperial Historical Observatory and was responsible for handling the official documents of the Imperial Historical Observatory.

In the exchange of official documents, Qin Hui found that these official letters from all over the country were different and very non-standardized.

So he devoted himself to studying Chinese characters and created a unique font that is neat and easy to learn.

Then he began to use the new font he created to transcribe the folds, which attracted the attention of Huizong Zhao Ji.

It was ordered to be sent to all parts of the country to write official documents in the font of the template.

This reform was quickly popularized and inherited by later generations, and this font is now the Song style used in printing.

Xiaodou is well-read, so he is full of confidence, and Fan Jian didn't stop him.

She grabbed a brush and slipped it onto the statue, but the statue didn't move, wasting an opportunity.

"No, Qin Hui's calligraphy attainments are very high, although she is the eldest female cadre in history.

But to create a new font,

It's also a big thing that can represent him, and only the brush here is suitable for him, how can it be wrong."

The little girl realized that she had made the wrong choice, and she was a little sad, and her mouth was curled and she wanted to cry.

"Okay, it's okay, don't we have two more chances? Re-selected.

Didn't you just say that? Qin Hui was a big female cadre, and he killed Yue Fei.

If it causes all the people to hate, then we will choose one that can represent him as a female minister."

Seeing that his sister was a little self-blaming, Fan Jian couldn't help but comfort him.

"But although there are a lot of things here, there are no female cadres!

My first impression just now was that it was a female cadre, but I really couldn't find an item that represented a female cadre, so I chose a brush."

Xiaodou's emotions came and went quickly, and he began to discuss with Fan Jian again.

"You put that one on and try it."

Fan Jian hugged the soybeans, pointed to the fritters on the table, and said to Xiaodou.

"Churros! Why?"

Listening to Fan Jian's words, Xiaodou's face was full of incredulity, and he didn't know what the fritters had to do with the female cadre.

"You don't know this, sometimes, knowledge comes not only from books, but also from folklore.

This fritter is also called fried ghost, when Qin Hui killed Yue Fei, the people hated him to the bone, but because of his power, he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Put the reconciled flour on behalf of Qin Hui and fry it in oil to relieve the hatred in your heart, which is called fried ghost, and imagine that it is Qin Hui that is fried.

Later, after a long time, everyone found that this pasta was delicious, and it was handed down.

The name was changed to fried dough sticks, which is the origin of fried dough sticks, so it is synonymous with female cadres.

Put it on, you can't go wrong, trust my brother."

can know the knowledge that Xiaodou doesn't know, Fan Jian is a little proud, Xueba is not omnipotent, and there will be blind spots in knowledge.

So Fan Jian was proud, and he confidently supported Xiaodou and put the plate of fritters on the statue.

Xiaodou was a little suspicious, but when he saw Fan Jian's appearance, his face was full of determination, so he let the letter go suspiciously.

As a result, like the last brush, there was no change, and the statue was still as stable as a rock, and even the corners of its clothes did not move.

The faces of both brothers and sisters were not good, because there was only one chance left.

If they don't choose the right item next, they will stay in the truth world forever.

"Pick the pot."

Just when the two of them were racking their brains and making a choice, a voice sounded, saying that it was the choice of pot.

"Soybean, are you awake?"

found that it was Soybean who had been unconscious who was speaking, Fan Jian hurriedly put him on the ground, and Xiaodou also surrounded him.

"Soybean, you're awake, are you alright? Tell my brother, why do you choose a pot?

We have one chance left, and we can't make the wrong choice, or we'll stay here and won't be able to go home."

Fan Jian squatted down, looked at the soybean, and asked the reason, because there was only one chance left, and he had to be cautious.

"That's right, soybean, you can't mess around, what does Qin Hui have to do with the pot, why don't I know?

Your answer is not convincing at all, and it is not as convincing as my brush."

Xiaodou never cares about soybeans calling her brother, the two study and live together, and she is very sharp.

Usually soybeans will let her, so that she herself feels that she knows more than soybeans and has more knowledge than soybeans.

"Because Qin Hui is the first backstabbing man in history!"

Faced with the suspicions of Fan Jian and Xiaodou brothers and sisters, Soybean spread his hands and pouted, with such an expression.