While speaking, those present started to scatter and began searching. It took less than a minute for them to gather various types of wheat stalks from all directions. Liu Zheng simply picked one that was relatively good and then looked back.
"Who has a lighter?"
"Oh, I have one here, use mine."
A worker then took a lighter out of his pocket and lit it, holding the wheat stalk about two or three centimeters from the flame, moving it back and forth. Soon, the surface of the wheat stalk began to blacken.
After a few seconds, he extinguished the flame.
He then blew on it hard with his mouth, and a layer of ash was blown away, making the wheat stalk seem much cleaner.
Next, he reached out and touched his heart and chest area, looking for the right spot. Then, with his other hand raised high, he forcefully inserted the wheat stalk into the exact point he had found.
