Yunguo/Story - Revision history

Shirra: fixed some format problems + added the missing part in story 2

2025-11-16T17:01:38Z

fixed some format problems + added the missing part in story 2

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	\|s2_text = It was the tail end of yet another winter break. Down in the southern chill, Yunguo was hoping for snow. If the mountain got snowed in, she wouldn't have to go back to kindergarten.		\|s2_text = It was the tail end of yet another winter break. Down in the southern chill, Yunguo was hoping for snow. If the mountain got snowed in, she wouldn't have to go back to kindergarten.

	"Schoolbag's mended. Hm? The water bottle's cracked? Better pick a sturdier one this time..."		"Schoolbag's mended. Hm? The water bottle's cracked? Better pick a sturdier one this time..."<br>
			Yunguo crouched beside Gran'mama in the little vegetable patch by their front door, digging at the soil with her tiny spade and gazing up at the sky, listening to Gran'mama chatter on about the things to prepare for school. Suddenly she interrupted.<br>
			"Gran'mama, do I look strange? Do I smell strange?"<br>
			Gran'mama's hands paused from loosening the soil. She leaned close to Yunguo's little head and carefully sniffed all around before giving a serious answer.<br>
			"Yes, you do."<br>
			Hearing Gran'mama's answer, Yunguo thought, '''I really am no good'''.<br>
			"Could my Blushberry be from that seed?"<br>.
			The two stared at each other in puzzled silence.<br>
			Grandma cleared her throat and began to tell story.

	~~Yunguo crouched beside Gran'mama~~ in the ~~little vegetable patch by their front door, digging at t il with her tiny spade~~ and ~~gazing up at~~ the ~~sky~~, ~~listening to Gran'mama chatter on about the things to prepare for school. Suddenly she interrupted~~.		There once was seed, round as a rice dumpling. Anyone who saw it fell in love with it right away. It was said to grow into the most beautiful and one-of-a-kind flower in the world, though no one had ever seen it bloom.

	~~"Gran'mama, do I look strange? Do I smell strange?"~~		{{tx\|insert Image}}

	~~Gran'mama's hands paused from loosening~~ the ~~soil~~. ~~She leaned close~~ to ~~Yunguo's little head~~ and ~~carefully sniffed all around~~ before ~~giving a serious answer~~.		Nobles who obtained the seed sought to prove their power and prestige. Artists who found it wished to display their refinement and taste. Wealthy merchants who got their hands on it longed to flaunt their riches before the world.

	~~"Yes~~, ~~you do~~."		Each planted it with care, treating it like gold, yet none waited long enough to see it sprout. Tired of waiting, they called it filthy and foul, ugly and useless, and cast it aside.

	~~Hearing Gran'mama's answer~~, ~~Yunguo thought~~, ~~I really am no good~~.		Then a farmer found the seed. To him, it was simply a seed, planted alongside his other crops. Before long, it sprouted and bloomed, bright red like the sun.

	~~"Could my Blushberry be from that seed?"~~		The farmer went about his daily work in the fields, pausing now and then to admire its petals and leaves, offering a smile as he carried away its scent. That fragrance, once it brushed against anyone who came near, would linger with them forever.

	The ~~two stared~~ at each other in ~~puzzled silence~~.		The grandmother and granddaughter kept staring at each other in puzzlement. Yunguo tilted her head and blinked.<br>
			"Gran'mama, I'm a lickle confused."

	~~Grandma cleared~~ her ~~throat~~ and ~~began~~ to ~~tell story~~.		Gran'mama stood up, brushed the dirt from her clothes, then helped the bewildered Yunguo to her feet and patted the soil from her skirt.<bR>
			"My little Blushberry," she said, "you're that seed — growing slowly, soaking up the scent of earth and grass, waiting for your day to bloom."

			{{tx\|insert Image}}

			Yunguo's fuzzy ears twitched, and a glimmer of hope lit up in her eyes.<br>
			Gran'mama let out a quiet sigh of relief, thinking the child had finally come around—

	~~There once was seed~~, ~~round as a rice dumpling. Anyone who saw it fell in love~~ with ~~it right away. It was said to grow into the most beautiful and one-of-~~a~~-kind flower in the world, though no one had ever seen it bloom~~.		"Whose old tale did you pick up this time?"<br>
			Yunguo asked, tilting her head with a squinty smile.

	~~{{tx\|insert Image}}~~		Caught red-handed, Gran'mama's cheeks flushed. She gave Yunguo's head a firm little tap and muttered under her breath as she took the girl's hand and started leading her home.

			Yunguo squeezed her hand in return, tilted her face upward, and stuck out her tongue to taste the air. Then she suddenly reached toward the sky, as if trying to catch something.<br>
			"Gran'mama, the snow's comin'. Can I be that farmer?"
	\|s3_title = My Summer with Them		\|s3_title = My Summer with Them
	\|s3_reward = 300		\|s3_reward = 300

Kat at 23:36, 15 November 2025

2025-11-15T23:36:12Z

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	\|s2_title = The Farmer and the Seed		\|s2_title = The Farmer and the Seed
	\|s2_reward =		\|s2_reward = 200
	\|s2_text = It was the tail end of yet another winter break. Down in the southern chill, Yunguo was hoping for snow. If the mountain got snowed in, she wouldn't have to go back to kindergarten.		\|s2_text = It was the tail end of yet another winter break. Down in the southern chill, Yunguo was hoping for snow. If the mountain got snowed in, she wouldn't have to go back to kindergarten.

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	\|s3_title = My Summer with Them		\|s3_title = My Summer with Them
	\|s3_reward =		\|s3_reward = 300
	\|s3_text = [Seedling Class] Summer Vacation Study Group - Planting Journal		\|s3_text = [Seedling Class] Summer Vacation Study Group - Planting Journal
	Members: [Redacted], Yunguo, [Redacted]		Members: [Redacted], Yunguo, [Redacted]

Rmpty: Added 4th story and reward amount

2025-11-15T21:38:24Z

Added 4th story and reward amount

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 No one replied, but that was okay.
-|s4_title  =
+|s4_title  =The End of the Seed’s Journey
-|s4_reward =
+|s4_reward =400
-|s4_text   = {{tx}}
+|s4_text   = Day 193 since leaving Gran’mama’s place.
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Gloompyon at 21:36, 15 November 2025

2025-11-15T21:36:47Z

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	The tomato's leaves turned yellow because its roots were soaked and starting to rot. it was out of oxygen and couldn't breathe, so we helped change the soil. Transplanting might break some of the roots, and it will hurt a little, but it can still survive.		The tomato's leaves turned yellow because its roots were soaked and starting to rot. it was out of oxygen and couldn't breathe, so we helped change the soil. Transplanting might break some of the roots, and it will hurt a little, but it can still survive.

	~~[Image]~~		{{tx\|Insert image}}

	August 20th, Sunny Recorded by: Yunguo		August 20th, Sunny Recorded by: Yunguo
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	Yunguo's face flushed deep red. She couldn't say a word. She just closed her eyes and braced for the storm...		Yunguo's face flushed deep red. She couldn't say a word. She just closed her eyes and braced for the storm...

	~~[Image]~~		{{tx\|Insert image}}

	But Gran'mama only gave her head a gentle pat and sighed. "Not every seedling will grow strong just because you tend it with care. There are storms, draughts, pests... all kinds of hardship. You never know what they'll come up against. You have to face that. So do they."		But Gran'mama only gave her head a gentle pat and sighed. "Not every seedling will grow strong just because you tend it with care. There are storms, draughts, pests... all kinds of hardship. You never know what they'll come up against. You have to face that. So do they."

Gloompyon: Remove the Transcription missing from story 2

2025-11-15T21:36:22Z

Remove the Transcription missing from story 2

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	{{tx\|insert Image}}		{{tx\|insert Image}}

	~~{{tx}}~~

	\|s3_title = My Summer with Them		\|s3_title = My Summer with Them

Pomegranate: added text to story 3

2025-11-15T20:28:50Z

added text to story 3

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 |s3_title  = My Summer with Them
 |s3_reward =
-|s3_text   = {{tx}}
+|s3_text   = [Seedling Class] Summer Vacation Study Group - Planting Journal
 |s4_title  =

ReisuDesign at 22:34, 14 November 2025

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-==Stories==
+{{Neighbor Stories
-===The Not-So-Blushy Blushberry===
+|s1_title  = The Not-So-Blushy Blushberry
-At the foot of [[Zhuxi Mountain]], beside the rice paddies, a few water bottles and bamboo baskets lay by the path, left there by villagers who had been working since morning. Only after hours of toil did they finally sit down for a sip of tea.
+|s1_reward = 100
 Someone jocked that most of the baskets held crops or tools, but the Yuns'? Theirs carried their two-year-old granddaughter, Blushberry.
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 The story spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, until it became a local legend. They said that they, Yunguo grew herself a heart, right there in the rice field. And no one could explain how.
-;Reward {{Item|Dough|x=100}}
+|s2_title  = The Farmer and the Seed

ReisuDesign at 19:05, 10 November 2025

2025-11-10T19:05:09Z

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	The story spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, until it became a local legend. They said that they, Yunguo grew herself a heart, right there in the rice field. And no one could explain how.		The story spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, until it became a local legend. They said that they, Yunguo grew herself a heart, right there in the rice field. And no one could explain how.

	;Reward: {{Item\|Dough\|x=100}}		;Reward {{Item\|Dough\|x=100}}

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2025-11-10T18:59:22Z

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==Stories==
===The Not-So-Blushy Blushberry===
At the foot of [[Zhuxi Mountain]], beside the rice paddies, a few water bottles and bamboo baskets lay by the path, left there by villagers who had been working since morning. Only after hours of toil did they finally sit down for a sip of tea.

Someone jocked that most of the baskets held crops or tools, but the Yuns'? Theirs carried their two-year-old granddaughter, Blushberry.

Unlike other grey-furred toddlers, this little one looked, from the moment she was born, like a fluffy sun fallen into the bamboo grove, red and radiant, like ripe fruit on harvest day. A pity though. No matter what anyone tried, she never smiled. The moment a stranger came near, she'd shrink away. And on bad days, she'd burst into loud, panicked wails.

So lately, her grandparents had been carrying her around in a bamboo basket, hoping she'd get used to being around people, some kind of training or exposure or whatever they call it.

But little Blushberry had never budged from the depths of her basket. The Skies Above as their witness all anyone had seen were two fuzzy ears poking out.

{{tx|insert picture}}

Now, the basket had gone quiet. Perhaps she was asleep. They decided to sneak a peek— It was empty.

Empty?!

Zhuxi Mountain was in an uproar. The chestnut vendor hollered it mid-stir to his costumer. The postman, cooling off in the shade, passed it to the sugsar painting artist. The repairman fixing a bike tire called it out to the passing peddler—

"The Yuns' kid is missing!"

Did it matter if anyone actually knew who the Yun family was? Not a bit. Just spread the word. Nothing could go wrong if everyone helped look. Blushberry—that was the kid who never smiled, the one who burst into tears the moment she saw a stranger.

Gran'mama was at the well in front of the bamboo house, washing mugwort leaves when she caught wind of it. She always boiled them in summer for the little one's bath, to keep the mosquitoes away and keep the rash at bay... "Wait, who did you say was missin'?"

"Told you mah, her grandpa's no good at mindin' kids." Gran'mama grabbed her palm fan and charged down the mountain.

The search party for Blushberry stirred the entire mountain. By the time the sun was about to set, everyone finally let a breath of relief.

{{tx|insert Image}}

In the rice field, a small hill of green [[Archiboos]] tumbled apart, revealing a giggling mudball of a child, clutching an armful of enormous fruits and vegetables.

"That can't be Blushberry, can it? Blushberry never smiles. She just cries when she sees people."

But who else could it be, red as a ripened fuit, like the setting sun through the bamboo grove?

The story spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, until it became a local legend. They said that they, Yunguo grew herself a heart, right there in the rice field. And no one could explain how.

;Reward: {{Item|Dough|x=100}}