There are sixty-three kinds of time calendars in Utopia, and there are two sources of trouble.

First, this is a train. It is constantly running on this planet, just like taking a cross-country flight on Blue Star. It is too difficult to have a suitable calendar, not to mention that the length of Utopia can cause jet lag.

To a certain extent, it is even more difficult to come up with a suitable calendar in a Utopia that does not recognize the time difference.

Second, who is the boss? The authorities are the boss, but it does not hinder the issuance of the March Calendar and the False Sea Calendar, because everyone thinks that they are the boss, and at most they are the second boss or the third boss.

The Laoxianren account has the Laoxianren calendar.

Because Long Yan was not talented, he recognized the sixth boss and was known as the strongest commander at the Judu level - this was a boast, but no one accepted it.

But no matter what calendar the Tea Festival is on, it falls on the same day.

The second of August.

This day is also regarded by Gwen as the Spring Festival of Utopians.

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As we all know, the Spring Festival only requires two to three days of preparation in advance.

But as the people become more affluent and their lives get better and better, this preparation will take longer and longer.

Preparations will begin on July 20th.

Sniper Cat is no exception.

Although it's quite embarrassing, there are quite a few people from other worlds here, including Cat Lantern, Demon, Gwen, and Snowy. In theory, they can't participate in this festival.

Just do as the Romans do.

What needs to be done must be done.

The recent Kaitan incident has become less noisy. It seems that it is because Long Yan has to deal with the counterattack of his political forces and is a little unable to deal with them. This behavior has made the Curse Blade even more dissatisfied...

"Sukka, if there are so many fugitives, he won't throw the blame away, so he must throw the blame on your head? Let me tell you, Suka, I'm not done with him..."

Curseblade chattered.

Gwen was helping her spread the cake. He saw that the squirrel girl had changed out of her Gestapo-style clothes and put on homely light blue and light gray interlaced clothes, with a nice collar and no seams.

It was considered a very good outfit for this era. She also wore sapphire cuff studs and silver dragon buttons, which proved that her family did have such a trace of heritage that it was hard to believe that she was born into a famous family.

"You said so much, why not spread the pie properly? I've never done that before."

"Are you not going to attend the Tea Festival?" Cursed Blade snorted suspiciously, then looked a little envious, and said in a strange tone, "It seems like our family has fallen into disgrace and it is different from those who have been well clothed and well-fed since childhood?... Sigh

, my sensitive and delicate personality always harms myself... Don't work so hard when spreading the cake, and try harder later, oh, let me do it!... Speaking of which? That is to say, you didn't spend the night with Mihayla yesterday.

Return?"

Gwen was kicked off the stove, and she clapped her hands happily, and then the good flour on her hands suddenly turned into white mist.

cough--

He held his breath and closed his eyes.

It was not easy to calm down.

"Don't say it so weirdly, our brotherhood is not something you can just talk about... Yesterday, we spent a day near the Foreign Theater..." Gwen kept in mind what Curse Blade said, 'even in a state of absolute trust'

Next, use pronouns if you can, and say "nearby" even if you are inside. He changed his words and said, "...I took care of some finishing work by the way. The main reason is that I am not at ease, you know?"

Curse Blade looked understanding: "I know you are worried, so today I arranged for two Wilgi exorcists to go over there and check it again. You don't have to go there anymore, they are professionals."

Gwen the Welgian made a slight snorting and coughing sound.

"Don't worry, this is just like what Cat Lantern said is the most reliable escape route! ... Welji people, eh, are most harmed by ghost stories. You have to understand that these cats like to go out in violation of the curfew at night, you have to understand...

So just relax, prepare for the Tea Festival with us, and send greeting cards by the way... You have to understand, those Welji people are professional!"

Curse Blade's small nose is bright red, and the squirrel's ears are also covered with a fine layer of flour, making it look unusual and extra cute.

What she said makes sense.

The Wilgis are indeed experts at this.

Gwen felt relieved and helped her prepare Utopia-style pasta that looked a bit like pizza.

Get ready in the morning.

In the afternoon, Gwen was going to dress up beautifully and go deliver greeting cards. When passing by the pharmacy, she remembered that Hua Hua asked him to buy some daily medication, so she walked in.

The ordinary residents in the pharmacy are also different from the dusty appearance of the past.

Even ordinary stores are no longer stingy these days. Instead, they turn on the air purifier to the maximum and operate it at full power. It even makes Gwen feel cool and comfortable when she walks in.

At the pharmacy counter, a man was begging the boss.

"Just give me some of this good day, brother of the same blood..." The man's voice was tired, "...a little bit of medicinal wine...the whole world will light up!...My body needs him!"

"...It's not the Tea Festival yet." The drugstore owner said with an unhappy face. Or maybe he was actually a bar owner?

From Gwen's point of view, this drugstore is more like a bar, with a dazzling array of drinks on the counter. Some have labels, some have no labels; the beautiful glass bottles and crude little crocks are like a lady and a maid, sparkling.

Glow.

He took out the notebook in his pocket.

"Anfeide, two tablets mixed with nettle wine, plus some lugwort and carmiline tablets."

Gwen patiently selected in front of the shelves.

There was another voice coming from the other side.

"March, you have to give me some! I'm sick...don't you see? Without medicinal wine, my brain is twitching and exploding. You have to give me some...otherwise I'm afraid I'll do something evil.

, a patient has no sense of ethics!"

The guest slapped a gun on the table.

Gwen's body tensed up for a moment, and she held her left hand empty. The toes of her right feet touched the ground, and her calves were tense.

Longsard next to him snorted: "Another drunken old man is embarrassing himself."

Most of the dragon species in Longsard are black and yellow dragons. Gwen took a look at this handsome young man from Shad (he was six feet tall!), who had three pairs of large dragons.

Dragon horn, and a dragon-blooded boy.

Noticing Gwen looking at him, he puffed out his chest:

"Eighty percent of them are incompetent."

"oh?"

As soon as Gwen's doubtful voice rang out, she saw the drugstore owner patting the gun on the table with a bear paw with disdain, unloading the magazine at a speed that could not be seen clearly, and laughed: "I didn't even put in the private one."

Go...Brother, I'm not telling you, don't even think about robbing someone in your situation!...It's embarrassing."

Yes.

In Utopia, bullets are currency. If there are no bullets in the gun anymore, this person is too poor, right?

The Shad man sighed sadly and begged the other party to give him a glass of medicinal wine.

And what about the drugstore owner?

Although he is also Shad, Shad Xiong Zhonghou, but he is opening a store for business!

Ronsard next to him said:

"If you give this drunk man a drink for free, even Cat Lantern will come running over with a small earthen pot on his tail the next day to ask for a cup of medicinal wine to soothe his throat."

"Dear stranger." Gwen glanced at him, "I have to correct you, the cat lantern will not come the next day."

Ronsard blinked and was about to say, "It's just a joke."

Then I heard Gwen say: "I've been here since the evening."

He was stunned for a second, then laughed heartily and stretched out his bear paw: "In this difficult situation, we need a little humor and laughter. This is the true meaning of the Tea Festival. I am Lorraine Khanma

Sergey in the carriage, are you lucky enough to know the honorable name of this well-spoken man?"

"I can't say that I'm noble. If you really want to know... Gwen from the Fellowship is currently serving as the conductor of a small train."

Upon hearing this, the other party's eyes lit up.

The tone is also more warm.

The fact that there is a train in a place like this means two things.

1. Have money and strength.

Second, have connections and strength.

...In this slightly barbaric era, just having money and connections cannot protect one's own industry. Although this is a bit sad, this pure strength system ensures that the little commanders can

It is the source of power, and the characteristics of the source of power ensure that they are all knowledgeable and normal people (although it is very unfriendly to the mentally ill, but even in Utopia, if you want to be more crazy and stronger, you have to

First have the ability to study normally).

I bought various medicinal wines and packed my luggage.

We are about to set off to the first Shangguan’s house we should visit.
To be continued...