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Chapter 338-The Magical Effect of the Small Wooden Fish
Cheng Dong and the others were waiting for his firsthand evaluation, but they didn't expect to hear these four words. Fortunately, the kitchen knife in their hands flew directly at him. Shen Teng smiled awkwardly: "This... Poor education is poor, damn it."

With just one sentence, he raised the bowl again and stuffed it into his mouth without caring what was in it. Various kinds of mutton and carrots were gathered together. The refreshing feeling of chewing them in big mouthfuls made him feel so happy.

It turns out that only Boss Wang’s food is the most appetizing!
Shen Teng felt that he was so happy that he was flying. Even the fatigue from moving things for half a day seemed to disappear in an instant.

"Okay, get to work, get the meat out and send it to the villagers."

Shen Teng did not let go of the last jujube in the bowl and put it directly into his mouth. After stewing, the jujube flesh had become very soft and glutinous, and the flesh with the meaty aroma tasted even more fresh and delicious.

Cheng Dong and his friends had already picked up the big pot and were walking towards the place where they were getting their meals, while Wang Fan picked up the small wooden fish and went to find Zhuo Qianqian.

Zhuo Qianqian picked up the small wooden fish and looked at it curiously. She had seen it before, but always thought it was just a small ornament.

Wang Fan said, "This little wooden fish has a calming effect when struck. If any of the elderly are in a bad mood, ask them to strike it a few times. If they keep doing this, they'll definitely get sick."

There will always be a big epidemic after a big disaster. This has been the same truth for thousands of years. Countless small animals died in the flood. So even if the flood recedes, they still need to go through repeated disinfection before they can return to their homes. This is another mental torture for these old men and women who have never left their hometown in their lives.

Zhuo Qianqian was pleasantly surprised and said, "There's such a function? I hope it really works."

The first person Zhuo Qianqian thought of was Jia Fengyue.

Although this auntie often helps wash vegetables with a smile on her face, she is just looking for something to numb herself. In fact, she keeps everything in her heart.

Everyone has basically formed the habit of standing in line to get food. Jia Fengyue and Zhong Pingmei have always been in the front position.

She was also looking forward to lunch. Even though her heart was filled with sadness and confusion, it did not hinder her love for the food, and it did not taste bland.

After getting the meal, we returned to the tent to eat. The tender, juicy and delicious mutton really lived up to everyone's expectations.

Two pieces of meat were picked up and put into Zhong Pingmei's bowl. The little guy was at the age where he could eat, and he ate meat just as well as an adult.

The little cheeks were puffed up with meat, and there was a lot of rice on the greasy face.

They lived in a large tent with a total of 8 people, all of whom had lived alone in the village before. There were also some small tents arranged for families, which had relatively smaller space.

"This meal is all I can think of for the whole day. I don't know how they made it so delicious."

"The lamb chops are so tender, they fall off the bones with just a push of chopsticks. Even someone like me who only has a few teeth left can eat them effortlessly."

"It's very flavorful. This soup is really delicious when eaten with rice."

The few of them ate and chatted, and gave full praise to the delicious food made by Wang Fan.

Jia Fengyue put down her bowl and chopsticks, picked up a bag from the side and looked at it curiously. In the bag lay a small wooden fish and a small mallet, whose round shape looked quite cute.

This was entrusted to me by the pretty sweet girl. She said someone told her that knocking it 100 times a day would bring good luck, but she was too busy and didn't believe it, so she didn't have time to do it.

But she couldn't refuse her friend's kindness, so she thought about finding someone to help.

The old woman believed in these things to begin with, so she agreed to Zhuo Qianqian's request directly. It was only 100 strokes and she could complete it easily.

"Du..."

Jia Fengyue had just knocked when the conversation in the tent stopped abruptly. Except for the heartless Zhong Pingmei who was still trying hard to eat her rice, the rest of the people looked at Jia Fengyue.

What was that sound just now?
The crisp and melodious sound is like the splash of water falling on a clear spring, clear and bright.

"Tuk tuk..."

Jia Fengyue's hands started tapping unconsciously.

With each tap, she seemed to feel her heavy mood ease a little.

The sound of the continuous strikes was like a breeze blowing through a bamboo forest, creating a soft and pleasant rustling sound that brought a sense of peace and tranquility. The sound of the wooden fish was pure and unadulterated, its crisp timbre seeming to penetrate everything, reaching deep into Jia Fengyue's heart. The sound flowed through her heart like a clear spring, bringing a sense of tranquility and peace.

Jia Fengyue forgot about the troubles of the flood and was immediately immersed in the simple and pure rhythm.

The sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped.

Jia Fengyue now had a long-lost smile on her face, a smile as innocent as a child's.

She suddenly didn't want to strike the wooden fish anymore, just like a child suddenly losing interest in a toy.

She didn't know why this happened, but her hands just didn't want to knock anymore. No matter what orders her brain gave her, her hands wouldn't execute them, acting like a rebellious person.

"strangeness?"

Jia Fengyue muttered something in confusion.

"What's wrong, Sister Feng?"

Lin Xuelan asked curiously, "Why aren't you knocking anymore? What is this thing? I feel a lot better just hearing this sound."

"Yes, I feel that way too."

"Me too. It feels like someone washed my brain with detergent."

Jia Fengyue explained, "Tian Meier asked me to keep this. She said knocking it 100 times will bring good luck. I knocked it 50 times and it stopped working. How about you try it?"

Although "sweet girl" is just a common compliment, it specifically refers to Zhuo Qianqian here. Everyone likes this girl with a sweet smile.

Lin Xuelan was a little surprised: "Okay, I'll try it."

After saying that, he took the small hammer handed to him by Jia Fengyue and tried to knock it.

The same clear and gentle voice was heard, and it also had the magical power to calm people down.

Lin Xuelan's mood also improved as she struck the wooden fish, but after striking it more than 30 times, she stopped.

Like Jia Fengyue, it seemed that she suddenly lost interest in the wooden fish toy.

Lin Xuelan exclaimed in amazement: "Isn't it hard to have such good luck? I only knocked about 30 times and I don't want to knock anymore. It feels so magical."

Her words immediately made others eager to try it out, and Lin Xuelan directly handed the small hammer to the person next to her.

"Tuk tuk..."

This time, he only knocked about twenty times.

"Tuk tuk..."

I couldn't knock any further after a dozen or so hits.

what's the situation?
"Du..."

After knocking once, Zhong Pingmei didn't want to knock anymore.

It was magical to see seven elderly people with an average age of 60 and a little girl sitting in a circle looking at the wooden fish.

What was even more amazing was that they all had an expression of pure curiosity on their faces at this moment, without any of their usual sadness.

(End of this chapter)