Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

Wen hurriedly grabbed three men and started to pick mushrooms, rushing off like a gust of wind, before Lin Xiaoqian could stop her.

Thinking there must be other good things in the forest, Lin Xiaoqian hurriedly shouted from behind, "It doesn't have to be this kind of mushroom! Bring me other mushrooms and fruits to see, maybe we can trade them for something!"

I don’t know if Wen and the others heard it or not. Soon, only Xi and I were left staring at each other in the shop.

Actually, Xi also wanted to go out and pick mushrooms. She also wanted to eat that red thing called braised pork. She wanted to pick some mushrooms and then exchange them for money to eat braised pork.

Xi asked Lin Xiaoqian with a curious look, "Qian, don't you have mushrooms in your tribe? Why do you use mushrooms to trade for things?"

Then he explained, “Our tribe is called the Rock Sheep Tribe because there is a flock of sheep near our tribe that spends all day climbing on rocks. They can find salt rocks, and our people will follow behind them, knocking down the rocks that the sheep have licked, and then trading them with other tribes.”

Lin Xiaoqian blinked and said, "Our tribe also has this kind of mushroom, but because it's far from here, the number of mushrooms is relatively small."

Xi, resting her chin on her hand, asked again, "What's the use of eating this mushroom? Why do you want it so much? Although this mushroom won't kill you, some people in our tribe had nosebleeds after eating it."

Lin Xiaoqian opened her mouth, thinking, "Did they overdo it?"

He casually told the child, "I don't know what it's for, but we don't have many of these things where I'm from, so I wanted to bring some back as a local specialty."

Xi stared into her innocent eyes and continued to ask, "But these are very common in the forest. You can pick them yourself before you go back to the tribe."

After asking the question, the girl regretted it a little. What if Qian came to his senses and suddenly changed his mind, unwilling to exchange the mushrooms for the braised pork?

Lin Xiaoqian: But I don't really want to go out.

Lin Xiaoqian looked at Xi, who looked guilty, and said with a smile, "Because I can't pick many by myself. If there are many people, we can pick a lot, and I can bring a lot back to the tribe."

Xi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Lin Xiaoqian glanced at Xi, whose hair was messy and whose body was wrapped in animal skin. She was about twelve years old, small in stature but with a big appetite.

Then he said to Xi, "I'll show you something fun."

Lin Xiaoqian took out the remote control, turned on the TV, and played the cartoon she had downloaded, "Boonie Bears".

When the television turned on, Xi was startled and quickly lay down on the floor.

Lin Xiaoqian quickly pulled her up: "This is a TV, there's no danger, don't be afraid."

Xi refused to get up, saying, "The Rock God has descended! The Rock God has descended!"

Just then, the cartoon "New Neighbor" started playing on the TV.

Xi looked up, her mouth agape: "The Rock God spoke!"

She stared blankly at the scene on the television, muttering, "A miracle, this is a miracle!"

When Xiong Da and Xiong Er appeared, Xi was a little surprised: "Is the Rock God two bears?"

She had seen a bear in the tribe; it was found by the men of the tribe while hunting in the forest, and she heard that it had died in a fight with other animals.

The bear was so big that it provided the tribe with several good meals.

But for some reason, the two bears in front of her were small, not as big as the ones she had seen before.

Lin Xiaoqian still managed to pull Xi up: "That's not a god, it's animation."

Then go to the cashier and take out a pen and a small notebook.

I drew a simple flower on it.

Pointing to the flowers, she said, "This is a painting!"

Xi looked at the flowers in front of her with a look of surprise.

“Money, this looks a lot like what our tribe’s shaman draws on the rocks. Are you your tribe’s shaman?”

No wonder money can bring fire, and she dares to go out alone, and she can cook such delicious food.

In Xi's eyes, witch doctors are very powerful; they can cure diseases and save lives, perform rituals and pray for blessings, and even communicate with the gods.

Their tribe used to have a shaman, but he died later.

Lin Xiaoqian smirked: "I'm not a witch doctor, and painting doesn't necessarily make you a witch doctor. You can paint too."

He placed the pen in Xi's hand, took her hand, and drew a sun on the paper.

Xi looked at the large hand that was covering her small hand. It was clean and fair, while her own hand was dark and there was dirt under her nails. She felt a little shy and wanted to pull back, but she was soon attracted by the circles drawn on the paper.

Is this a painting? How amazing, she can paint now?

Xi felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. Regardless of whether Lin Xiaoqian admitted it or not, she was already convinced that Qian was a witch doctor.

Witch doctors train their own successors. Does this mean that I am being groomed as an heir by money, and that I can become a great witch doctor?

Xi stomped her feet happily.

Lin Xiaoqian let go of her hand: "Try it yourself."

Xi Xiao held the pen, looking at Lin Xiaoqian with a somewhat bewildered expression.

Lin Xiaoqian gave him an encouraging look: "Draw whatever you want."

Xi held her breath and carefully imitated a crooked circle.

Although it wasn't as good as the drawing Qian made by holding her own hand, Xi was already very happy, especially after being praised by Lin Xiaoqian.

Xi then imitated the flowers Lin Xiaoqian drew, as well as all sorts of patterns she could think of, having a great time until a piece of paper was completely filled with drawings.

After Xi finished drawing a picture, she tugged at Lin Xiaoqian, who was watching TV, and said, "Money."

Lin Xiaoqian looked at her and saw that she was pointing at a circle on the paper that she couldn't make out the shape of, looking at her expectantly.

Children need more encouragement, so I praised her generously: "You drew well, keep drawing."

Xi shook her head, still pointing to the pattern: "I drew money."

Lin Xiaoqian: ? ? ?

An elderly man on the subway looking at his phone. (Image)

"It's alright... I guess."

Xi asked with bright eyes, "Does it look like it?"

Lin Xiaoqian twitched the corner of her mouth: "...like..."

Xi felt as happy as if she had drunk sweet water.

To prevent the child from drawing her in any shocking or outrageous way.

Lin Xiaoqian took the pen from Xi's hand and drew various stick figures on the corners of several sheets of paper. Then, she flicked the paper with her hand, and the stick figures immediately came to life.

"It moved!" Xi exclaimed.

Lin Xiaoqian nodded: "Animated pictures, cartoons." Then she pointed to the cartoons on the TV.

"Does the money mean that someone painted the picture and then moved it around?"

Lin Xiaoqian nodded with a look of admiration, as if he were a promising student.

"Then why didn't I see anyone's hand?"

"And how did he move the brush when it was so big?"

"That doesn't look like the white thing you used for drawing, does it?"

Seeing that Xi was about to turn into a walking encyclopedia of questions, Lin Xiaoqian hurriedly called a halt.

"Just know that it's animation. It's not some kind of god. Okay, try drawing it yourself."

Xi immediately became very interested, put the question out of her mind, and started drawing, imitating the stick figure drawn by Lin Xiaoqian.