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These paints were probably used to coat the eggshells.

After all—how can it be called an "Easter" egg if it's not colored?

The third category is decorations.

This category is the most chaotic, and also the most interesting.

The leaves come in a variety of colors, which, after special treatment, retain their vibrant hues and are flexible yet not easily broken. There are also delicate bone ornaments in shapes such as stars, crescents, and some unidentifiable totem patterns. And there are special stone fragments, polished to a lustrous sheen, resembling miniature gemstones.

These decorations appear to be attached to or inlaid on the surface of the egg, transforming it from a painted egg into a more refined...work of art.

All three types of materials, without exception, require points to redeem.

Every piece of sculpted object, every bowl of paint, and every ornament is clearly marked with its point value.

Sculpted objects are the most expensive, followed by decorative items; the more exquisite and rarer the item, the more expensive it is. Paint is relatively inexpensive, but if you want to paint a large area, you'll need quite a few bowls.

In other words, the more materials you exchange, the more points you will spend.

The larger and more elaborately decorated the Easter egg, the more points it consumes.

The higher your score, the bigger the wish you can make.

The logical chain is very clear.

But the problem also followed.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, somewhat perplexed.

How exactly should these points be allocated?

Should we put all our points into the sculpture to create a giant Easter egg? Or should we focus on the decorations and make the Easter egg fancy and elaborate? Or perhaps, we should take a middle ground?

Niu Kuang rubbed his chin, his bull-like eyes scanning back and forth between the three types of materials.

"Looking at it this way..." he said in a deep voice, his tone thoughtful, "it seems that the majority of the points for materials come from the shaping and decoration."

He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and pointed to the bone-based shaping plate.

"We could focus our points on creating a giant Easter egg."

Her finger moved to the pile of ornaments.

"You can also focus on using decorations to make the Easter eggs look beautiful."

He paused, then crossed his arms.

"Of course, we can also take the middle way and balance both sides a bit."

"Big Brother is absolutely right!" Tie Dan reflexively gave a thumbs up, his shiny forehead radiating admiration.

Er Mao stood to the side, his eyelids drooping, staring blankly at the materials for a long time.

"Whatever."

"It's a holiday, so it means we can do whatever we want."

Upon hearing this, everyone unconsciously relaxed.

They were always competing, thinking about how to expand their advantage.

But now the competition is over, this is the Easter Egg Festival, a festive occasion, and the elders haven't said anything about what to be careful about, which means there's no need to be too reserved.

Chapter 233 Easter Egg Festival Part 2

Once the atmosphere relaxed, everyone's attention quickly shifted to the colorful materials in front of them.

However, we still need to think about the specifics of how to do it.

Mo Fan stood in front of the pile of materials, silently calculating his points.

After all the income during the competition, plus the extra bonuses, were distributed equally, his personal score was the highest among the four.

It has a score of over 700.

"What kind of one should I make?"

Mo Fan looked at the three different sculpting pieces in front of him, his gaze slowly sweeping between bone, wood, and stone, and for a moment he was indeed a little hesitant.

However, this hesitation only lasted a few seconds.

"Forget it, let's just get started making it."

Overthinking only makes things more complicated. Just keep doing it, and you'll naturally get the hang of it.

Immediately afterwards, members of the three teams stepped forward, took out their points to exchange for materials, and a lively egg-making competition officially began.

The first step, naturally, is to buy the modeling material. After all, without the eggshell, all the subsequent paint and decorations are just empty talk.

Murong Jiao and the other three stood in front of the three piles of sculpting materials and examined them for a moment.

"What are you all planning to use to piece it together?" Murong Jiao asked, tilting her head. She held the bone fragment in one hand, turning it over and over to examine it, while touching the wooden one with the other, looking conflicted.

“These three materials seem to be interchangeable.” Mo Fan picked up a piece of wood and then a piece of bone to compare them—although the curvature of their edges was different, the soft adhesive could clearly hold the different materials together. “Do whatever you like.”

After saying that, he immediately took action.

Mo Fan exchanged for a batch of wooden sculpting materials. The warm yellow arc-shaped pieces unfolded in his palm, their texture delicate and smooth, carrying a faint woody fragrance.

He crouched down and began to piece it together.

First, place the most curved pieces of wood on the ground to form the base support structure, then stack and interlock them one by one. Carefully fill the gaps between each pair of pieces with adhesive, and smooth out any excess with your fingers to ensure the surface is as smooth as possible.

The movements were slow, but very steady.

For a time, a dozen people were scattered around the open space in the center of the market, some squatting, some sitting, each busy with their own tasks.

The whole process was actually much more interesting than I had imagined.

This isn't like the previous miner competitions or barbecue contests, which were full of urgency and competitive pressure. There are no times, no rankings, and no one watching you like a hawk.

Everyone is quietly—or noisily—making their own Easter eggs.

Moreover, it's not just players who are making them.

The indigenous people of Pandonog also joined in the egg-collecting extravaganza. They took out materials from their savings, gathered in twos and threes, and chatted and laughed as they pieced them together.

Hey! You have paint on your face!

"You got on me first!"

Two young natives chased each other, wildly waving paintbrushes and laughing as they smeared each other with all sorts of colors. Several older natives nearby watched their antics without getting annoyed; instead, they chuckled and shook their heads.

A little child tripped and fell while running, landing hard on his bottom in a bowl of blue paint. When he stood up, the area behind him was completely blue, which drew laughter from those around him.

That atmosphere—joyful, relaxed, with the unique liveliness and warmth of a festival—unconsciously infected everyone present.

Tie Dan watched with envy, his hands itching to do so, and he grabbed a bowl of yellow paint and smeared it on Er Mao's face.

Two bright yellow stripes appeared on Er Mao's perpetually deadpan face, making him look like a cat with highlighter.

With droopy eyelids, he slowly picked up a bowl of green paint and expressionlessly slapped it onto Tie Dan's shiny forehead.

"... "

Tie Dan's forehead instantly turned into a ripe watermelon.

Niu Kuang laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

Time seemed to flow exceptionally quickly in this atmosphere.

After an unknown amount of time, the embryonic shapes of the Easter eggs in everyone's hands gradually took shape.

And the most eye-catching of them all is—

The Easter egg is related to the ox's frenzy.

"My God!" Murong Jiao was the first to exclaim.

The embryonic shape of the Easter egg in front of Niu Kuang was ridiculously huge.

The eggshell was almost half a person's height. Niu Kuang squatted next to it, and his 1.8-meter-tall, muscular body didn't seem so out of place. The entire egg was pieced together from uniform stone sculpted pieces, grayish and heavy, looking like a giant fossil dug out of the ground.

"You've made this huge; it's difficult to even carry." Murong Jiao put her hands on her hips, tossed her yellow pigtails, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with disbelief. She looked the giant egg up and down, then quickly did some mental calculations, her tone carrying a hint of certainty. "Besides, you don't even have enough points to decorate it, do you?"

Niu Kuang stood up, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked up at his scarred face with eyes full of domineering confidence.

"You don't understand anything!"

He slapped the giant egg with his large, fan-like hand, and the stone shell made a dull "thud" sound, remaining completely still.

"The bigger the Easter egg, the more of my wishes and energy it can hold! I don't need any decorations, just a layer of colorful paint will do!"

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up several bowls of paint next to him—red, blue, yellow, and green—without paying any attention to the color combinations, and splashed them directly onto the eggshells with a wave of his hand.

Colors exploded on the gray stone surface, flowing, converging, and mixing together, creating a visual effect that, while not exactly beautiful, was definitely stunning.

"Boss is awesome!" Tie Dan shouted, raising his fist. A few drops of paint splattered on his shiny bald head, but his face was full of admiration. "That's how it should be! Simple and straightforward!"

Everyone: "......"

Ok.

That's really awesome.

The Easter eggs for the other characters were also completed one after another.

Murong Jiao's egg was pieced together using three materials—parts of bone, wood, and stone—which she cleverly combined to create a distinct texture. She painted the eggshell with three colors of paint: pink as the base, outlined in gold, and embellished with light purple patterns. Finally, she carefully attached several star-shaped bone ornaments and a few lustrous stone fragments.

The entire Easter egg looks exquisite and gorgeous, which is very much in line with her personality—if you're going to do something, do it the most beautiful.

Murong Sha's egg was made of wood and bone, and was slightly smaller than her sister's, but more exquisite. She chose light blue and silver-white paints, creating a light and elegant color scheme. For decoration, she selected a few specially treated leaves and two or three crescent-shaped bone ornaments, sparsely adorning the surface of the eggshell.

It's not flashy, but it's pleasing to the eye.

As for Fang Xu—

"Fang Xu." Murong Jiao stared at the finished product in Fang Xu's hand, her expression gradually becoming subtle. "Are you sure this is an Easter egg?"

Fang Xu scratched his head and held up his work somewhat embarrassedly.

It was a round, green object with black stripes.

No matter how you look at it, it looks more like a big watermelon.

"Of course it's an Easter egg!" Fang Xu quickly explained. "I don't know how it happened. It was fine at first, but then when I was coloring it, it unknowingly turned out like this..."