I traveled through time and became the Queen of Ancient Dian

The sun shines on the land of the ancient Dian Kingdom, and the air is filled with the fragrance of soil and the noise of the crowd.

Baona shuttled between the tribes. She was wearing light clothes that were convenient for movement, with a sincere smile on her face, and listened carefully to the stories of the representatives of each tribe.

She took notes seriously with a pen, but her brows were getting more and more furrowed.

The differences in customs between different tribes were far beyond her imagination.

Some tribes express their feelings through singing, while others express their respect through dancing.

Even some simple body movements may represent completely opposite meanings in different tribes.

"This..." Baona muttered to herself, her fingertips running across the bamboo slips, and an unprecedented feeling of worry surged in her heart.

She realized that the cultural exchange mechanism originally designed was too crude and idealistic in the face of such huge cultural differences.

The envoy of Gongxi culture, a young man who always greets people with a smile, could not hide the nervousness on his face at this moment.

He frequently wiped the sweat from his forehead and paced restlessly.

"Lady Baona, if this goes on, I'm afraid something might go wrong." His voice was filled with obvious worry.

Just when Baona and the Gongxi envoy were troubled by the problems caused by cultural differences, a new round of cultural exchange activities arrived as scheduled.

In the square, representatives from various tribes dressed in colorful costumes, sang and danced, creating a lively atmosphere.

However, beneath this bustle, there is an undercurrent of unease.

Members of the Zaifu tribe are accustomed to expressing their enthusiasm with rough body movements. They enthusiastically patted the shoulders of other tribal members, but this caused them to dodge in fear.

Some tribes believed that such behavior was disrespectful and even offensive. There was displeasure in their eyes and whispers followed. The tense atmosphere spread across the square like an invisible net.

Suddenly, a clear roar broke the apparent calm. A young man from the Zaifu tribe had a fierce quarrel with a representative from another tribe. The anger of both sides rose rapidly and they were about to start fighting.

The music in the square suddenly stopped, the laughter disappeared, and was replaced by a suffocating silence.

"Stop!" An anxious cry pierced the sky. Baona rushed into the crowd quickly. She separated the two people who were glaring at each other, her face full of anxiety.

She realized that if the problems caused by cultural differences were not properly resolved, all previous efforts would be in vain.

"Everyone calm down!" Her voice trembled slightly, but her eyes were firm, like the stars in the night sky, emitting a reassuring light.

She quickly calmed the emotions of both parties and tried to find a solution to the conflict.

Just when Baona was busy and overwhelmed, a low voice sounded in her ears: "Sometimes, understanding is more important than communication." She turned her head and saw the Wu Ma cultural craftsman standing not far away. He was still silent, but his eyes seemed to contain some deep secrets.

The Wu Ma cultural craftsman walked to the center of the crowd. He took out a wooden board and several pieces of clay of different colors from his waist and began to paint on the board silently.

At first, people didn't understand his intention and just watched out of curiosity.

As his fingers moved, a picture gradually emerged: representatives from different tribes sat around a campfire, each with a unique symbol painted on their head, representing the customs of their respective tribes.

"What is this...?" Baona asked doubtfully.

The craftsman did not speak, but pointed to one of the symbols and imitated the Zaifu tribe's gesture of patting shoulders.

Then he used red clay to draw a cross next to the symbol, and used green clay to draw a handshake gesture.

"So that's it!" A burst of sudden enlightenment erupted from the crowd.

The craftsmen used drawings and body language to skillfully explain the differences in customs among different tribes and offered suggestions for improvement.

He suggested that each tribe design a unique symbol to represent its own culture and present it in the form of a picture so that other tribes can understand it.

Excitement spread through the crowd like ripples, and people were talking about this ingenious idea.

Baona looked at the craftsman and exclaimed sincerely, "You are so smart!"

A rare smile appeared on the craftsman's face. He nodded slightly and continued to draw other symbols on the wooden board.

The Queen stood beside Baona, observing everything quietly, with approval in her eyes.

Baona turned to look at the Queen, who gave her an encouraging look. A warm feeling surged in her heart, and she felt extremely at ease and dependent.

"It's a good thing you're here." Baona said softly.

The Queen smiled softly and patted her shoulder gently.

The people around them watched their tacit cooperation.

The atmosphere in the square gradually relaxed and people began to actively discuss new cultural exchange mechanisms.

Just then, the Gongxi cultural performer walked up to Baona with a hint of hesitation on her face.

"Lady Baona, I..." She hesitated, her eyes wandering, "About the next performance..."

The words of the Gongxi Culture performer made Baona's heart tighten. She thought there was something wrong with the performance and was about to ask, but she saw the performer take a deep breath and a playful smile bloomed on his originally gentle face.

She turned her wrist slightly, and the colorful silk in her hand danced like a snake, accompanied by the crisp sound of bells, attracting everyone's attention.

The music sounded again, but it was no longer the solemn tune before, but a light and lively melody.

The performers no longer stick to traditional dance moves, but instead incorporate some exaggerated body movements.

Sometimes she imitated the enthusiastic shoulder-patting gestures of the Zaifu tribe, and sometimes she imitated the cautious avoidance expressions of other tribes, causing the audience to burst into laughter.

She also imitated the languages ​​of different tribes in a funny tone, and used exaggerated expressions and body movements to vividly show the cultural differences behind these languages.

Her performance was not sarcastic, but full of humor and wit, allowing people to laugh while also realizing the misunderstandings caused by cultural differences.

Everyone gradually immersed themselves in the joy brought by the performance, and the originally tense atmosphere disappeared.

Gongxi cultural performers skillfully integrated the cultural characteristics of each tribe into their performances, and appropriately added some fusion elements, allowing people to feel the infinite possibilities of cultural exchange.

As Baona watched the lively and agile performers on the stage, she realized that cultural exchange should not be limited to rigid explanations and demonstrations, but could also be done in a more relaxed and humorous way, allowing people to accept and understand in laughter.

She recorded some of the clever aspects of the performance on bamboo slips, and a bold idea gradually took shape in her mind.

The adjusted cultural exchange mechanism was launched again.

This time, the exchange activities were more lively.

Representatives from various tribes no longer stick to formalities, but instead focus more on understanding and respecting each other.

Some tribes express their respect for other tribes through singing, some tribes use dance to show their cultural characteristics, and some tribes choose to use humorous ways to resolve misunderstandings between each other.

Laughter and joyful cheers echoed in the square. People from different tribes held hands, sang and danced, and the atmosphere was harmonious and friendly.

Baona stood in the center of the crowd, feeling people's respect and trust in her, her heart filled with joy and a sense of accomplishment.

The queen walked up to Baona with a hint of approval in her eyes.

"Well done," she whispered.

Baona smiled slightly and looked up at the Queen, only to find that the Queen was looking at the corner of the square.

She followed the Queen's gaze and saw a scholar in simple clothes standing there.

The man was the Zhuansun linguist, who was looking at the lively scene in the square with a frown on his face.

"I always feel that this is not enough..." Baona murmured to herself.

The Queen turned to look at Baona with a deep look in her eyes: "What do you think?"