Imagine these beautiful scenes, and Tong Sanlang took a few steps to the table, then turned to Qiao Xiaomai and said, "Bring out some paper and a brush."
"What for?"
"To forge a letter in Liuli's handwriting."
He already had a complete plan in mind.
To forge a letter in Liuli's handwriting, and to have Yang Wenxiao patiently wait for three months. After three months, the Divine Liquid would form on its own, and incidentally, he would hand over the corn for him to plant.
Um...
Let's say Liuli's descendant was traveling around the world!
Without meddling in the mundane affairs of the world.
His mind working swiftly, he soon came up with a suitable reason, then picked up the brush and began to write briskly.
Qiao Xiaomai stood by, watching the square characters emerge from his brush, and couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile, "Will this really work?"
"Of course it will. It accomplishes the task and maintains the mystery, killing two birds with one stone."