I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Hahaha, it's useless!"

"Ling'er can even tell whether a tea is suitable for a child by smelling it."

"I need to remember the line, 'The child is not a seasoned tea drinker.'"

"Zhao Lei has been working hard to deliver his bass performance all day."

Soon, the storyteller began to tell the legend of Longhu Mountain.

The gavel strikes once.

Snapped.

The voice is clear and bright.

The children were all a little startled.

Shen Ling'er glanced at Zhao Mengmeng and Zhou Xiaoyu.

"I'm not trying to scare you, I'm just letting you know that the story is about to begin."

Zhao Mengmeng whispered, "Oh."

Zhou Xiaoyu also relaxed.

The storyteller recounted folk tales about Zhang Tianshi subduing demons and monsters.

His tone was varied and his gestures were also very expressive.

When the story of the monsters appeared, the children's eyes widened.

After listening for a while, Chen Doudou suddenly asked, "Do monsters eat people?"

Lin Jia quickly whispered, "It's just a story."

Shen Ling'er also said, "The monsters in stories aren't necessarily real monsters."

Chen Doudou was puzzled.

"What is that?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment and then explained seriously: "Sometimes when ancient people encountered illnesses, disasters, or bad things that they couldn't explain, they would call them monsters."

"Once you portray it as a monster, the story becomes much easier to tell."

"The story of the Celestial Master fighting monsters may also be a way for people to find ways to deal with things that harm others."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

The storyteller paused for a moment, unable to resist looking at Shen Ling'er.

"Young lady, what you said is interesting."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"I didn't say your story was bad."

"The story is very good."

"But if children are scared after hearing this, you can tell them that monsters can also be understood as trouble."

"When you encounter trouble, you should think of solutions, not just be afraid."

The storyteller paused for a few seconds, then smiled and nodded.

"Well said."

"When you encounter trouble, you should think of solutions, not just be afraid."

Zhao Lei took a light breath.

"Teacher Ling'er's explanation really brought the folk tale to life."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You can take it this time."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"real?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Because you didn't shout anything."

Zhao Lei immediately whispered to the camera, "Dear viewers, here's a storytelling lesson at the Longhushan Teahouse—the monsters in stories can also be troubles that people need to solve."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That's a good sentence."

The comments section was flooded with messages.

"That's a great explanation!"

"Monsters can be troublesome, but exorcising monsters is how humans solve problems."

"Ling'er isn't breaking up the story; she's trying to make children less afraid."

"Even the storyteller agrees."

"Zhao Lei was finally able to respond normally today, hahaha."

After the storyteller finished speaking, applause erupted in the teahouse.

The storyteller came over and gave each of the children a small bookmark.

The bookmarks are made of paper and depict the landscape of Longhu Mountain.

When he handed it to Shen Ling'er, he smiled and said, "Little girl, you'll definitely be amazing if you learn storytelling in the future."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"I may not be suited to storytelling."

The storyteller was curious.

Why?

Shen Ling'er was very serious.

"Storytelling should make people want to keep listening."

"I can explain things clearly in one go."

"If I explain it too clearly, there will be no suspense later."

Everyone: "..."

Zhao Lei held back for two seconds before finally bursting out laughing.

"Teacher Ling'er, you have a pretty accurate understanding of yourself."

Bai Sisi laughed and said, "She really does reveal the answer to the riddle in one sentence."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"So I can listen, but it might not be appropriate to speak."

The storyteller laughed uncontrollably.

"Then you'd be perfect as a storyteller."

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"I can consider it, but we need to see what the meal is like first."

The teahouse owner laughed so hard he slapped the table.

..........

The last evening at Longhu Mountain.

The production team did not assign any further formal tasks.

Everyone slowly walked back along the ancient town.

The setting sun cast its light on the bluestone slabs. The red lanterns were not yet lit, but faint shadows were already visible under the eaves.

Zhao Mengmeng is holding a straw rabbit.

Zhou Xiaoyu is holding a bird bookmark.

Chen Doudou still hung the straw-woven chicken leg on her bag.

Shen Ling'er wore the red string on her wrist and held Yang Mi's hand with her other hand.

Zhao Lei walked in front, and unusually, he didn't talk to the camera the whole time.

Bai Sisi glanced at him and smiled, "So quiet today?"

Zhao Lei is very serious.

"Longhu Mountain made me reflect."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"What you said is a little dangerous."

Zhao Lei immediately tensed up.

"How dangerous?"

Shen Ling'er said, "Every time you start describing yourself, you easily give yourself away later."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi couldn't stop laughing.

"Ling'er, you have already accurately grasped the pattern of his program."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"He's not that bad-looking."

Zhao Lei clutched his chest.

Is that considered a compliment?

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"Not really."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The group walked with smiles all the way to the exit of the ancient town.

Just then, a tourist in front of them suddenly shouted anxiously.

Where is my child?

"It was just here!"

The sound wasn't loud, but the people around instantly tensed up.

A young mother stood by the roadside, her face pale, holding a string of candied hawthorns in her hand.

The elderly person next to her was also extremely anxious.

"I just turned around to buy some water, and now he's gone!"

Upon hearing this, the director's expression instantly changed.

The staff quickly contacted the scenic area's security.

Zhao Lei subconsciously looked at Shen Ling'er.

But this time, he didn't shout, but asked in a low voice, "Teacher Ling'er..."

Yang Mi's first reaction was to hold Shen Ling'er's hand tightly.

"Ling'er, don't run around."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"I won't run."

She stood still and began to look around.

I'm not just here to watch the show.

Instead, look at the direction of the crowd flow.

There are three roads leading out of the ancient town.

A road leading to the parking lot.

A path leading to the snack street.

There's another one leading to the river.

With tourists coming and going, children can easily get lost and be swept away by the crowd.

Shen Ling'er glanced at the candied hawthorn in the young mother's hand, then looked at the ground.

Then she asked, "How old is the child?"

The translation staff helped with the communication.

The young mother answered in a panic, "Four years old, boy, wearing a yellow jacket, holding a small windmill."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"He won't go to the parking lot."

The young mother was taken aback.

Why?

Shen Ling'er pointed to the candied hawthorn in her hand.

"You just bought candied hawthorns, he probably hasn't had any yet."

"If a four-year-old is waiting for food, he won't walk towards the parking lot that's further and further away from you."

"There was nothing in the parking lot that attracted him."

Zhao Lei immediately asked, "Then where will he go?"

Shen Ling'er looked at the snack street, then at the riverbank.

"He's holding a windmill."

"A windmill will only turn if there is wind."

"The wind isn't strong at the exit here, but it's even weaker in the food street because it's crowded."

"It's windy by the river."

"He probably saw the windmill turning and followed it towards the wind."

Everyone fell silent instantly.

The景区 staff reacted immediately.

"riverside!"

Several security guards immediately ran towards the river.

The young mother's legs went weak, and she quickly followed.

Yang Mi held Shen Ling'er tightly, preventing her from pushing forward.

Shen Ling'er didn't follow, but just stood there looking towards the river.

Zhao Lei asked in a low voice, "Teacher Ling'er, are you sure?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"I can't say for sure."

"But when a child gets lost, it's not necessarily because they're taken away by someone; often, they're attracted by something."

"He was holding a windmill, and the windmill was the clue."

Bai Sisi took a soft breath upon hearing this.

"She really started by looking at what the child would think."

Zhou Chen nodded as well.

"This judgment is crucial."

The chat room instantly tensed up.

"Holy crap, they didn't actually go to the riverbank, did they?"

"Ling'er, don't scare me! Be careful by the river!"

"Her analysis makes a lot of sense. A four-year-old child holding a windmill must like to find the wind."

"Hopefully they'll find it soon!"

A few minutes later.

A voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Found it!"

"The child is safe at the riverside viewing platform!"

"I just squatted there watching the windmill turn."

The young mother almost burst into tears upon hearing this.

She ran over quickly.

After a while, the security guard returned with the little boy in the yellow jacket.

The windmill in the little boy's hand was still spinning.

He didn't seem to realize how scared the adults had just been; he just stared blankly at his mother crying.

The young mother held her child, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

"You scared your mother to death!"

The little boy whispered, "The windmill will turn."

Shen Ling'er looked at him, her tone very serious.

"The windmill will turn, but you can't go with the wind."

The little boy blinked.

Shen Ling'er continued, "If you want to see the windmill spinning, you have to take your mother with you."

"If you leave by yourself, your mother will be very scared if she can't find you."

The young mother nodded while crying.

"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you so much."

She looked at Shen Ling'er, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"How are you so amazing..."

Shen Ling'er looked at the candied hawthorn in her hand.

"Next time you buy something, hold your child's hand first."

"Food can wait, but people can't be lost."

The young mother nodded repeatedly.

"I've got it."

Zhao Lei stood to the side, unusually refraining from immediately cracking a joke.

He watched as the little boy was held by his mother and gently exhaled.

Then she whispered to the camera, "Dear viewers, Teacher Ling'er did not run or do anything dangerous."

"She just stood there and looked at the clues the child had left behind."

"Windmills, wind direction, and children's ideas."

"Then, we found the person."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"That was acceptable this time."

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up, but this time he just nodded quietly.

The live chat is going crazy with comments.

"Waaaah, thank goodness we found it!"

"The windmill is the clue; that's incredibly detailed."

"She's not a god, she just understands children too well."

"Food can wait, but people can't be lost. That's such a great saying."

"Ling'er is really sharp-tongued but thoughtful, and she's incredibly reliable when it matters."

"Zhao Lei didn't shout nonsense this time; he really graduated."

The scenic area staff also came over to thank the program crew.

Director Xu looked at Shen Ling'er with surprise in his eyes.

"Little Ling'er, thank you so much for today."

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"It's because security found them quickly."

"I'm just stating a possibility."

Director Xu said earnestly, "But this might be very important."

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"Then you can add a sign between the exit of the ancient town and the riverbank in the future."

"Windmills, small balloons, and bubble machines are things that will attract children."

"Parents should be especially careful when passing by there with their children."

The staff member nodded quickly.

"We will give feedback."

Zhao Lei couldn't help but sigh with emotion upon hearing this.

"After finding the child, Teacher Ling'er also gave the scenic area suggestions on child safety routes."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You don't need to change it this time, it's about right."

Zhao Lei was instantly flattered.

"My day is truly fulfilling."

Bai Sisi laughed and said, "You're so happy even now that you're allowed not to change."

Zhao Lei said seriously, "What do you know? This is called high-level recognition."

That evening.

The production team has finally finished their trip to Longhu Mountain.

On the way back to the hotel, the children were all tired.

Zhao Mengmeng fell asleep leaning against Bai Sisi's chest.

Zhou Xiaoyu dozed off while holding the little bird bookmark.

Chen Doudou was sleeping while still clutching her straw-woven chicken leg.

After seeing this, Zhao Lei whispered, "DouDou keeps this chicken leg safer than her wallet."

Shen Ling'er glanced at it.

"Because there might not be any chicken legs in your wallet."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi burst out laughing.

The atmosphere in the car immediately relaxed again.

Yang Mi looked down at Shen Ling'er.

"Ling'er, are you tired today?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"A little."

Yang Mi asked softly, "Is Longhu Mountain fun?"

Shen Ling'er thought about it seriously.

"It's fun."

"The mountains and water are nice, and the food is alright too."

"The Taoist priest doesn't speak loudly."

"Director Xu explained it very clearly."

"Uncle Zhao Lei is also more stable than before."

Zhao Lei, sitting in the front row, immediately sat up straight.

"Teacher Ling'er, does this mean I've graduated from the Longhu Mountain arc?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him and nodded.

"Calculate."

Zhao Lei was about to get excited.

Shen Ling'er added, "But graduating from Longhu Mountain's bass music program doesn't mean you've graduated from other places as well."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi laughed so hard she slapped the seat.

"Graduation is done by project."

Zhao Lei nodded earnestly.

"It's okay, I'll get a certificate first."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"Your current mindset is good."

Zhao Lei immediately covered his mouth, afraid that he would laugh too loudly.

That evening.

The final day of the Longhu Mountain episode also made it to the trending topics list.

#Shen Ling'er finds the lost child by following the windmill#

#Shen Ling'er says the windmill is a clue#

#Food can wait for someone, but it can't be thrown away#

#Shen Ling'er watches the suspended coffin performance and reverses the hoisting structure#

#Zhao Lei's Bass Graduation from Longhushan#

The comments section became incredibly lively.

"The Longhu Mountain episode ended just right; it was tense but not dangerous, and the child was found."

"Ling'er was really too steady this time. She didn't rush out, but just stood there analyzing the clues."

"Windmills, wind direction, and children's psychology—who would have thought of that?"

"The scene with the hanging coffin was also outrageous; you could see the real difficulties of hoisting it from the performance."

"I laughed so hard when I said Zhao Lei graduated with a low voice, but he has indeed improved in the last few days."

"The Longhu Mountain section is very comfortable; it has everything: culture, natural scenery, craftsmanship, and safety."

"The most outrageous thing is that no matter where Shen Ling'er goes, she can make the locals fall silent."

"The person behind the scenes really doesn't need to show up; their presence is already ridiculously strong."

The hotel room.

Shen Ling'er carefully arranged the things she had brought back over the past few days.

Red string.

Talisman paper.

Straw-woven dragonfly.

Paper bookmarks.

There were also small landscape bookmarks given away by the teahouse.

Yang Mi helped her pack her luggage, smiling as she asked, "Are you taking all of this home?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Bring them all."

Yang Mi teased her deliberately, "So, when we get home, Dad will have to make a cabinet again?"

Shen Ling'er thought about it seriously.

"This time, the cabinet can be made a little smaller."

Yang Mi laughed and said, "You're quite considerate of your father."

Shen Ling'er raised her chin.

"He works quickly."

"But things need to be put away neatly, otherwise it will be troublesome to find them later."

Yang Mi looked at her daughter's serious expression and her heart melted.

She reached out and pulled Shen Ling'er into her arms.

"I just hope our Ling'er had a great time on this trip."

Shen Ling'er leaned against her mother's chest and slowly yawned.

"happy."

"The people of Longhu Mountain are all very serious."

"A serious place is not easy to get bored."

Yang Mi smiled and patted her little head.

"Go to sleep."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

Soon after, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The next room.

Zhao Lei was holding his phone and posting on his WeChat Moments.

[Longhu Mountain Chapter Graduation Certificate: Certified by Teacher Shen Ling'er, Bass Graduation]

Bai Sisi glanced at it and burst out laughing.

"You really sent it?"

Zhao Lei looked serious.

"It must be sent."

"This is a significant milestone in my career in variety shows."

Bai Sisi smiled and shook her head.

"So what's your next stop?"

Zhao Lei remained silent for two seconds.

"Next stop: re-enroll in school."

Bai Sisi finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The night outside the window was quiet.

The shadows of Longhu Mountain rise and fall silently in the distance.

This trip wasn't as intense as the World Cup with its massive cheers.

It wasn't as thrilling as the airport can world wave.

There was no commotion like when the mechanical box was opened in the woodworking workshop.

But slowly, it led everyone into the landscape, ancient towns, Taoist temples, teahouses, and the everyday life of ordinary people.

Then let everyone see it again.

Even though Shen Ling'er is just a five-year-old little devil, she can tell which way the wind is blowing, when the water is calm, why children get lost, and why the ancients placed important people in high places, even when walking on an ordinary mountain path.

She's arrogant.

She has a sharp tongue.

She always managed to get right to Zhao Lei's point.

But she really could see it.

Traces of something can be seen.

You can see the sincerity in a person's heart.

See those small problems that others would have missed.

This concludes the Longhu Mountain episode.

Everyone on the production team was well aware of this.

Next stop.

As long as Shen Ling'er is still alive.

The word "ordinary" is still difficult to establish.

The next morning, the production crew's car set off from Longhu Mountain and headed towards Jingdezhen.

As soon as the car drove out of the hotel, Zhao Lei had already started to liven up the atmosphere.

"Dear viewers!"

"The Longhu Mountain arc has just ended!"

"Let's enter the new instance immediately!"

"Jingdezhen!"

"The Porcelain Capital!"

Bai Sisi sat next to her and raised her hand to press her temple.

"Could you please keep your voice down?"

Zhao Lei immediately covered his mouth and made a "mute" gesture.

"I can."

Shen Ling'er sat next to Yang Mi, looking down at the small breakfast box in her hand.

She glanced at Zhao Lei.

"Your 'yes' doesn't sound like it's really true."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Chen Doudou had already finished eating a small steamed bun, and upon hearing the words "Jingdezhen," she immediately became interested.

"Are there many bowls in Jingdezhen?"

Zhao Lei nodded.

"Yes, there were so many bowls, so many cups, and so many beautiful porcelain pieces."

Chen Doudou asked very seriously, "Do you have a large chicken leg bowl?"

Lin Jia was already used to it.

"Don't think about the chicken leg yet, think about whether you can hold the bowl steady."

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment and said:

"Jingdezhen does have a lot of bowls, but when you get there, how well the bowl works is more important than how much it resembles a chicken leg."

Chen Doudou listened, seemingly understanding but not quite, and nodded.

"Then I can accept it."

Zhao Lei immediately turned to look at the camera.

"Dear viewers, today's keyword is: how good is the bowl?"

Bai Sisi laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

"You've finally learned how to extract information."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"It's not that you've learned it, it's that you haven't started talking nonsense yet."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Zhao Lei's mouth was sealed shut by Ling'er ahead of schedule today!"

"We've finally arrived in Jingdezhen. It feels like Ling'er is about to unleash a mini-cheat mode again."

"Whether a bowl is easy to use or not is such a practical summary."

"Chicken legs will always be a part of Chen Doudou's world."

As the car drove forward, the scenery outside the window gradually changed from mountains and rivers to a more open suburb.

In the distance, you can already see some ceramic signs of varying heights.

White walls, blue tiles, red characters, and many porcelain-shaped sculptures along the roadside.

Zhou Xiaoyu leaned against the window and whispered:

"Wow, there are so many bowls here."

Zhao Mengmeng also watched.

"There are also many beautiful bottles."

Shen Ling'er looked out the car window and suddenly said:

"Many of the roadside signs here are made very rounded."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Rounded?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"You see, in many places, porcelain bowls, teacups, and vases are displayed on the roadside. This shows that the people here also regard these things as important daily necessities, not just for decoration."

"If a place only uses porcelain for decoration, it means that people think it looks good."

"But if even road signs, walls, and doorways use these shapes, it means that these things have become intertwined with life."

Upon hearing this, the driver chuckled and chimed in.

"Yes, the young lady is right. We really can't live without porcelain here, from top to bottom."

Zhao Lei sighed softly.

"Teacher Ling'er's observation skills are so good that she can even see the character of a city."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You can tell too, but you usually just watch the excitement first."

Zhao Lei: "..."

Bai Sisi couldn't stop laughing.

Don't compare yourself to her.

The convoy quickly entered the city of Jingdezhen.

The first stop arranged by the program team was an old porcelain workshop experience center.

Upon entering, you can smell a faint scent of earth and kiln fire, and rows of semi-finished porcelain blanks are displayed in the courtyard.

Some were just shaped, some hadn't been glazed yet, and some were already half-dry, placed on wooden racks to slowly wait for the wind to dry.

The master craftsman who led everyone was surnamed Qin.

Master Qin is over fifty years old, with rough hands, but speaks very slowly.

"Welcome to the Porcelain Workshop."

"We won't do anything too difficult today. Let the children see how clay can be turned into a bowl."

Zhao Mengmeng's eyes were bright.

Can clay really be turned into a bowl?

Master Qin nodded with a smile.

"Of course you can. The mud under your feet, once washed clean, kneaded, and stretched properly, becomes a bowl."

Chen Doudou immediately asked, "Can it turn into a chicken leg?"

The scene fell silent for a second.

Master Qin was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"In theory, you can mold a little bit of anything."

Chen Doudou immediately became excited.

"Then I'd like a chicken leg bowl."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Don't rush to ask for the chicken leg bowl. First, see if you can make a regular bowl round."

Chen Doudou choked.

"A regular bowl is fine too."

Zhao Lei couldn't help but laugh.

"DouDou has become very realistic thanks to Teacher Ling'er's teachings."

Master Qin led everyone to a row of worktables, where there were clumps of wet clay and a small potter's wheel.

The children were all eager to try.

Master Qin gave a demonstration first.

Place the clay ball on it, step on it with your foot, and the wheel starts to spin. Gently pull and push with your palm, and the clay ball will gradually stand up and eventually become a round little bowl shape.

"Did you see that?"

"The most important thing in throwing a potter's wheel is to first find the center."

"If the mud ball is crooked, it will become crooked more and more as you pull it."

Zhao Lei nodded repeatedly as he listened.

"I understand. First, stabilize the center, then slowly lift it up."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"That's alright."

Zhao Lei immediately straightened his chest.

"Dear viewers, I have begun to develop basic ceramic art thinking today."

Shen Ling'er ignored him and looked down at the potter's wheel.

She looked for a while, then suddenly spoke:

"This roulette wheel spins very steadily, which means the axle is not off-center."

"After applying the clay, first press it in the middle, then push it outwards, and finally lift it up. This will ensure that the bowl wall is even."

"If you lift the mud upwards at the beginning, it will bulge to one side, and it will easily collapse later."

Master Qin paused for a moment and looked up at her.

"You even know about this?"