The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

Although he did not force them to spend money, these people were all his guests. Thinking about the kickbacks he would get later, Tour Guide Qin's bright eyes turned into a crescent shape when he smiled.

In life, who doesn't like to earn a lot of small amounts of money? Of course, the more the better.

They are all novices, so the patterns they choose cannot be too complicated. If they become too complicated, they may not be able to make the patterns they want.

For example, the skirt made by Song Chuyi had ruffled ruffles all over it, which was difficult to color. In addition, Song Chuyi was greedy, so she tied a white skirt densely into a ball full of lines.

Even the shop assistants couldn't help but twitch their lips when they saw the ball. You know, they had helped so many times to achieve the current scale.

Otherwise, with Song Chuyi being a novice and acting recklessly, he might not be able to control his strength and end up tearing the clothes.

"This dress is tied too many times. Some parts may be loose, and some parts may be tight. We have no way of guaranteeing whether it can achieve the pattern effect you expect in the end."

Facing Song Chuyi's ball, the first one had already made a hint. For handmade things, it's like making pottery. You never know what the finished product will look like before you finish it.

She nodded in understanding, put hers on the table, turned around and quickly moved closer to the others to see the finished product.

The style he requested was relatively simple. What's wrong? It was done in less than a few minutes. Because he was fast, he had already reached the last step. Some of the other people's designs were complicated and needed the help of the store clerk, while some of the simple designs were also carried out to the second step. After enough fun, Song Chuyi also started dyeing his own things. After all, his choice was too complicated. By the time he finished and spread it out to dry, it was already the last one. But the finished product also made everyone amazed. The natural patterns may be blurred from time to time due to mistakes, but they have a unique flavor when put together. Basically, no one is dissatisfied with their finished products.

People often went up the mountain to patrol and were familiar with the terrain of Fuling Mountain. After about a few dozen days, they reached the top of the mountain. The scene before them was shocking.

The originally lush forest was charred by the felling, but under the scouring of rain, it sprouted green buds. Judging from the vitality, it is estimated that it will be able to grow strong trunks again in a few months. In this place, only a small area with a radius of about one meter is left, which still maintains its original appearance. If you touch it, the soil is still dry, as if there was something on it before. The two looked at each other. At this age, they have seen almost everything in the world and probably have some guesses. One of them took out his mobile phone and dialed a few numbers. A slightly trembling voice sounded. "Hello, hello, there is an abnormal situation in Fuling Mountain. I'm afraid it's..."

On the top of the mountain, someone was busy reporting the situation on the phone, while at the foot of the mountain, two children were quietly coming out of the woods. They looked about seven or eight years old, and although their faces were not open, their delicate little features were definitely surprisingly beautiful.

For some reason, there were streaks of mud on her little face and the floral dress she was wearing, as if she had rolled around somewhere.

The two children walked hand in hand, looking curiously at the world below the mountain. They blinked their eyes, so cute.

It was market time in the village. It had rained a little before, so in order to accommodate the villagers who had come here after running for a long time, they decorated the nearby auditorium, tidied up everything and started the market.

Now that the rain has stopped, the stalls have gradually spread outside, and it is bustling with people coming and going.

The two of them finally stopped at a steamed bun stall. The owner was an auntie in her forties or fifties. She was nimble and soon a steamed bun was made in her hands. The top of the bun had layers of folds and the inside was thick, and you could tell at a glance that the bun was made with plenty of ingredients.

The children couldn't help but learn to swing it as well when they saw the movements. The auntie couldn't help but smile when she saw it out of the corner of her eye, and her heart softened a little.