The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 104 Signing Documents with Villagers
Little Ayu took the pancake to Qin Huai and made a point of emphasizing that the pancake was clean and that Ayu hadn't bitten it.

Qin Huai, who originally couldn't eat these things, is now eating them with ease.

Eating a variety of foods before you die is a special achievement, isn't it?

Qin Huai thought to himself as he ate his pancake.

"Brother Ayou, are you going to practice martial arts again today?" Little Ayu already knew that Qin Huai was going to practice martial arts.
The little girl waved her hands twice, squatted down a bit, and made humming and hawing sounds.

He's totally imitating Qin Huai.

Seeing her awkward and outlandish appearance, Qin Huai turned his face away, pretending not to see it.

He couldn't possibly have done it so badly.

Chi Jia clapped his hands: "Ayu, you imitated it so well."

Little Ayu proudly puffed out her chest: "Ayu is amazing too!"

Qin Huai: "..." The pancake in his hand suddenly didn't taste good anymore.

Aunt Hu rushed back and, seeing Ayu in the yard, hurriedly asked her, "Ayu, is your grandma home?"

Little Ayu: "Yes, I am."

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? Get it done now, or the land will be gone!" Aunt Hu San turned around and urged Hu San behind her. Hu San replied and hurriedly walked out.

The two of them were originally helping to make clay bricks when they heard that Old Wang's family had become rich and had a lot of land. Everyone flocked to Old Wang's house, and Aunt Hu and the others couldn't sit still either, so they immediately followed them back.

"Don't follow me around, Lichun. Go play with Ayu," Aunt Hu called out, turning to a little girl.

The little girl looked to be only eight or nine years old, dressed in clothes covered in patches, with a timid and hesitant look in her eyes.

Hearing this made me even more embarrassed.

"That useless thing!" Aunt Hu looked down on her and shouted to her other granddaughter, "Carrying Pole, you go."

The granddaughter, nicknamed "Carrying Pole," was already 10 years old. Upon hearing her grandmother's words, she immediately handed the things in her hands to her younger sister and slowly walked towards Ayu.

"Little sister Ayu, what do you want to play? I'll play with you."

Aunt Hu had three sons and two daughters.

My daughter is already married, and my son is away from home most of the year. My eldest and second sons stay by my side.

There are also three grandsons, two granddaughters, and the second daughter-in-law is pregnant with another one.

Seeing that someone was with Ayu, Aunt Hu hurried over to Old Wang's house.

On the way, Hu San asked, "Didn't you say you didn't like letting the kids at home play with Ayu? Why are you having them play with her now? Won't people say you're being maliciously flattering me?"

"I'm flattering you, old man! Look at the offspring you left behind, a bunch of deformed and grotesque children, and they have the nerve to play with Ayu! Ayu is the lucky baby of our Hu family village. What if those brats bring her bad luck by keeping her company? Zhang Donkey will come after me!"

Just thinking about Old Mrs. Wang's fighting prowess made Aunt Hu feel aches all over her body.

That donkey was incredibly stubborn.

"So what now?"

"Now it's clear that Ayu is just lucky. So many kids in the village have been running around with her, yet the Wang family still managed to prosper. What does that mean? It means that even the unluckiest person can't bring bad luck to others. I don't need you guys anymore, just let me share some of your good fortune, and I'll feel incredibly grateful!"

In the end, Aunt Hu didn't believe that the Wang family had suddenly become rich. Even if they had, it must have been brought by Ayu.

In recent years, the Wang family has become increasingly poor. I heard that they are in huge debts. Although no creditors have come to their door, the Wang family has indeed not saved any money.

Now that they've picked up Ah Yu, not only have they not lost money, but they've actually made a fortune.

Why wait to absorb more good fortune now?
Hu San: "..."

It turns out they just wanted to share in the good fortune.

His perspective is too narrow.

When Aunt Hu arrived at Old Wang's house, a large group of villagers had already arrived, all there for Old Wang's land.

Everyone is quite sensible; no one has asked Old Wang how he made his fortune yet. Old Wang wants to keep 20 mu of land for himself to cultivate, and he can now give up his original 15 mu of second-class farmland to the villagers to cultivate.

That means they divided up a total of 25 mu of land.

Everyone in the village wants to cultivate this small plot of land, especially the fertile fields.

Aunt Hu San naturally wanted it too, but she had just angered Zhang Luzi a couple of days ago, so it was unclear whether she would agree.

Everyone was afraid that Old Wang's family would rely on personal connections, since most villagers had helped them in some way.

But this help can be divided into big favors and small favors.

Grandma Wang said, "We're all neighbors, we see each other all the time. Our Wang family is just lucky. In the future, everyone's life will get better and better."

Seeing that everyone was eager for the result, Old Mrs. Wang said directly, "I won't name names who will plant the land. When Widow Zhou came earlier, she already took two mu of land. There are still 23 mu left. You can draw lots."

Everyone: "..."

It can still be like this.

Finally, everyone actually drew lots. The material used was the bamboo strips that Old Wang usually wove. They put them in a basket, and if you drew a short one, you would get half an acre of land; if you drew a long one, you would get an acre of land; and if you drew a piece that was neither long nor short, you would get nothing.

Each family could only be arrested once. There were fifty or sixty families in total, and all the land was distributed.

Despite the cold stare of Old Mrs. Wang, Aunt Hu was lucky enough to get an acre of land, which was fertile land.

As usual, Grandma Wang let them choose whether they wanted a 30/70 split or a 50/50 split. Basically, everyone chose the 50/50 split.

Aunt Hu did choose a 30/70 split, and based on her understanding of Zhang Luzi, she would never say such a thing without a reason.

The Wang family wouldn't do anything to offend the villagers, so a 30/70 split would probably be better.

The task of writing the documents fell into Wang Chuangui's hands, and only then did everyone realize that the second son of the Wang family, who had been paralyzed for five or six years, was actually literate.

I've never seen him write before.

Wang Chuangui's leg was broken and he's in a lot of pain right now, but Old Mrs. Wang shows him no pity whatsoever.

He could only endure the pain, lying on his side, and write document after document.

The villagers examined the documents for a long time, whispering among themselves, "These are just like the chickens that were dragged out of the ground at the village entrance."

"No wonder Wang Lao Er never says he can write. Compared to Old Master Hu's handwriting, it's so ugly."

"Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you, it's so hurtful."

Wang Chuangui: "..."

If you just walk a few more steps and don't talk near my bed, I won't be able to hear you, thank you.

After the land was distributed, Old Mrs. Wang said something that piqued everyone's curiosity but they dared not ask: "I know what you are all curious about. This money was not stolen or robbed; it was obtained by exchanging mountain products."

Then, Mrs. Wang told everyone about the truffles and reminded them, "These were just found by chance by a few children. Dr. Hu should know about them too. You can go and ask him where they are easy to find."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt that the Wang family was truly kind and honest. If others knew about this, they probably would keep it a secret for their entire lives.

At worst, we can just move away from this village after we've made our money and quietly make a fortune.

"Could your daughter, Ayu, come with us?" Aunt Hu finally couldn't resist asking.

In response, she was met with Old Mrs. Wang's murderous gaze: "Jiang Dahuan, come here, I'll tell you whether you can or not."

Hu Sanshen didn't wait for Wang Laotai to continue speaking before she turned and ran away.

"Honey, you sign the papers. I just remembered I haven't fed the pigs at home!"

Hu San: "..."

Of course we haven't fed them yet, because we haven't bought any for our family.

(End of this chapter)