After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

Wen Zhimiao couldn't help but laugh. Shi Wanyue's face was rarely embarrassed: "Yeah, you're right. Sincerity will bring success."

"So what wish did sister make?" Wen Zhimiao asked curiously again.

Shi Wanyue raised her eyebrows slightly, then said softly: "I won't tell you."

Then she lowered her head and looked at the little boy: "Master Xuannv, don't you care about this?"

"No matter what, you can choose not to tell others, but it doesn't mean it won't work if you can't say it. It's different."

Shi Wanyue smiled and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Wen Zhimiao snorted softly: "Stingy ghost."

Shi Wanyue's lips curled up slightly: "Then will you tell me?"

Wen Zhimiao also shook his head: "No."

Shi Wanyue took her hand and interlocked their fingers, then said softly, "I've asked for too much, and it would seem a bit greedy if I say it out loud."

Wen Zhimiao smiled at her: "Me too."

She leaned over and kissed Shi Wanyue: "Then don't say anything."

Shi Wanyue lowered her eyes slightly, with a gentle smile in her eyes: "Okay."

The two walked hand in hand to the place where things were sold. Wen Zhimiao saw some snacks and couldn't help but buy some: "How about giving one to that kid?"

"Okay." Shi Wanyue nodded. She didn't have any objection.

The two of them returned to the temple with a box of snacks, and happened to see the little boy fishing secretly.

"Little Master." Wen Zhimiao called her.

"Huh? Why are you two back again? What else do you want?" the little boy asked curiously.

Wen Zhimiao couldn't help but touch her head. He had just thought about it.

"I don't ask for anything, just some snacks for you."

The little boy looked at it and couldn't help showing his greedy look: "I can't eat meat."

"They're all vegetarian." Shi Wanyue's eyes curved and she handed her a string of sugar figures.

"This...Master will blame me." She scratched her head hesitantly.

"You can't ask pilgrims for food." He was so greedy but at the same time he restrained himself from refusing. He looked particularly cute.

"It's okay. You eat first and we'll take it away after you're done. This way, only heaven and earth, you and us know about it." Wen Zhimiao winked at her.

"Okay then." This time he agreed quickly and seemed really greedy.

Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue accompanied her to finish her meal. The little girl was lucky as no one came to burn incense while she was eating.

After all, Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue arrived quite late, and most normal people had already gone to the shore, waiting for the parade.

The little boy quickly finished the snacks, and Wen Zhimiao fulfilled his promise to help her take away the "criminal" evidence.

Seeing that the time was almost up, the two of them went to the ferry first as the registrar had said.

When they arrived, quite a few people were already there.

There were also people from the temple organizing the ferry crossing. When they saw the sachets on Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue's waists, they asked directly, "Name."

The two told each other their names, and the other party immediately gave them two masks and said, "Go and wait behind that boat."

The two of them obediently went over to line up, and seeing that everyone was wearing masks, they put on masks too.

They looked at each other and couldn't help but smile at each other. This mask was different from the one they wore when they went to the ghost market. It was not as eerie and scary.

Although the figures painted above are also ghosts and gods, they appear more majestic and solemn.

Soon the crowd began to board the boat, and the two followed suit.

Shi Wanyue and Wen Zhimiao sat in the same row, each holding a paddle. Shi Wanyue didn't know how to row, so Wen Zhimiao taught her how.

The sharp-eyed Wen Zhimiao saw that there were also people who couldn’t row on other boats, and she couldn’t help but curiously ask the lady in front of her.

"Auntie, can I still participate even if I can't row? What if I disrupt other people's rhythm?"

"Don't worry. See those people at the bow and stern? They're all from the shipping country. With them here, it doesn't matter whether we can row or not. It's just that generally, except for outsiders, everyone knows how to row." The old lady explained to the two of them cheerfully.

"Oh, so that's how it is." It turns out that outsiders like them are holding others back.

"Don't so many people need to rehearse in advance? They all signed up at the last minute?" Wen Zhimiao continued to chat with the old lady.

"Of course not. People like us have been vying for spots for a long time. Only people like you can come anytime. There are too many outsiders, so we have to give up spots."

Wen Zhimiao:......

I was a little amused and helpless for a moment.

"Won't you be angry?"

"Why are you angry? It's a good thing that more people believe in Xuannv."

It is quite inclusive.

Following a shout from the front boat, a whole row of small boats began to slide slowly.

The people on the boat and the people on the shore sang songs to worship the gods together. After listening to a few sentences, Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue still didn't quite understand. The dialect here is different from many dialects in the Central Plains, especially this kind of song is an ancient heritage.

Although the two of them couldn't sing, they could hum along. As for rowing, Shi Wanyue didn't know how to do it at first, but gradually became proficient in it.

When the boat reaches a certain place, a group of people on the shore will come and beat drums and gongs to perform sacrificial ceremonies.

At first I thought it was very interesting, but later I gradually realized that it was really a physical job, especially when returning. When going there, it was still relatively smooth sailing, but coming back requires more energy.

Shi Wanyue, who was always calm and composed, now had beads of sweat on her face and forehead.

Of course, the two of them can't just give up and play badly, after all, everyone else is working hard.

If they just give up, others will have to carry the burden for them.

After finally returning to the shore, they both felt exhausted, especially Shi Wanyue, whose physical strength was even worse than Wen Zhimiao's.

Although Wen Zhimiao practiced martial arts, to be honest, he was not as good as those who sailed or did farm work all year round.

But the lady sitting in front of them patted them on the shoulders after getting off the boat and said, "It's OK. You persevered."

Wen Zhimiao grinned at her: "Then you must persist, no matter how difficult it is."

"Good job, Xuannv will protect you."

No one had taken off their masks yet, so Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue didn't take them off either.

But Shi Wanyue still asked: "Do you want to return this mask?"

"Just return it to where you got it. We are still waiting to follow the team back to the temple. We have to return the statue of Xuannv to complete the parade."

"oh oh."

Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue followed them back to the temple. Along the way, there were people singing and dancing, making it extremely lively.

Wen Zhimiao had never had much contact with ethnic minorities before, or had never had much contact with their culture. Now that he has come into contact with them, he feels that he still likes it very much.

By the time it was all over, they were both exhausted.

The only consolation is that the meal is free.

The banquet was prepared by the Duan family. It was a long buffet where you could just pick whatever you wanted to eat. It was quite like a buffet.

Of course, it can’t compare to a buffet restaurant in terms of appearance and hygiene.

However, it is certainly not possible to do that in this era. Wen Zhimiao is not an overly pretentious person. After all, he has lived and eaten with bandits in their dens.

She also grew up in an orphanage in her previous life, so she didn't care.