The Little Lucky Girl

The carriage moved leisurely along the country road. Ming Youyou's little head was shaken so much that he fell asleep.

Suddenly she was woken up by Zheng Huan, "Hurry up and see if we have arrived at your village?"

She rubbed her eyes and looked outside. "Really? How did you know?"

Feng Xu said happily: "Following you, we have learned a lot of medicinal herbs. Look, aren't there dandelions, honeysuckle, and plantain planted between the ridges? This is also the specialty of your village, right?"

Feng Xu was very interested in herbal medicine. He wanted to learn about commonly used cold medicines, hemostatic powders and even wound medicines.

There is always a shortage of medicine in the army, and those sent by the court can only be used for the seriously injured. If he knew some medical knowledge, he could just pick some herbs to apply to everyone, which would be better than watching his brothers suffer.

Ming Youyou saw an ox cart parked at the entrance of the village, with three old men standing beside it. Her eyes lit up and she hurriedly called out happily, "Grandpa, Grandpa."

Then he jumped out before the carriage stopped.

Old Man Ming took her in with a cheerful voice, "We received the letter from the Guo family and have been waiting for it since early morning. You are really slow."

Ming Youyou looked to the side again, "Grandpa Village Chief, why are you here too?"

Village Chief Shi said, "Girl, it's been so long, when are you going to come back to live in the village?"

"Soon, soon, when I'm not busy."

"Then you should come back earlier. Don't be afraid of being busy. Let my children run errands for you."

Ming Youyou felt that the village chief's smile was too kind, and asked in confusion: "Is there something wrong with you, old man?"

Village Chief Shi lowered his voice and said, "We are from the same village. If there are any good things in the future, they must come to our village first, understand?"

"Hey, didn't I ask Second Grandfather to give priority to supplying goods to our village?"

"It's already been through a process, so you can't share the money. It's not as good as what you made yourself." Village Chief Shi taught him, "Besides, you have to master the trick yourself, so you can be confident."

Ming Youyou nodded, "Okay, I'll teach you whatever you want to learn. But Grandpa Village Chief, there are only so many people in our village, and growing medicinal herbs is already busy enough. Are you sure everyone has the energy to do other things? It would be better to go to Xiaguan Village to get the goods directly, which would save more effort."

When Village Chief Shi heard this, he stamped his feet in regret, saying that there were too few people in their village.

It's not that he doesn't understand this principle, but it's because Old Guo from Xiaguan Village always shows off in front of him, and he can't help but get angry.

Their village is made up of folks who escaped from Da Qi back then, so naturally their population is smaller than that of the villages that have lived and multiplied on this land for generations.

It's a pity that he didn't bring more people here back then. Otherwise, even if he was given a few more strong laborers, he could mobilize the people in the village and build whatever he wanted.

He couldn't help but look towards Daqing Mountain and said to Old Man Ming: "I heard that the taxes there are too high, and the people have a hard time..."

Before Old Man Ming could say anything, Grandpa Yang coughed a few times and said, "It's getting late. We have to hurry on our way. Let's talk when we get back."

He turned around and asked Ming Youyou, "Are you going to take a bullock cart or a horse carriage?"

Ming Youyou looked around and saw that there was no food on the ox cart, so she ran back to the carriage dejectedly.

The old saying is true, "things smell good from a distance, but smell bad up close." Now my grandfather and my grandfather-in-law don't care about her at all.

When she first came back, they asked the Guo family to send her things every now and then. Later, when they found out she could go to the county town, they waited for her in the facial cream shop, but they didn't know what to give her every time.

Later, my grandfather visited less often, but my grandpa could be seen occasionally. However, he no longer had food to eat, but instead had medical books that were thicker than the last.

The carriage was moving carefully through the mountains. Zheng Huan and his companions saw that they were going further and further away and there was almost no road ahead. They couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

Before Ming Youyou could answer, she heard a whistle outside.

Many young men with machetes jumped down from the trees and surrounded them.

Feng Xu clenched his fists and was about to rush out.

Zheng Huanlu Tai quickly pulled him back and said, "He doesn't look like a bandit. Let's talk later."

As a result, Old Man Ming said something and one of the young men ran back. After a while, a man about the same age as Old Man Ming came out and hugged him.

Ming Youyou breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in the carriage. "It's okay, it's okay. This is an acquaintance."

Zheng Huan said enviously: "Your grandfather knows so many people."

"That's right, my grandfather is really amazing." Ming Youyou said proudly, "One year, the people in this village went out to sell goods and were cheated by outsiders. My grandfather saw injustice and helped chase the cheater overnight, and only then did he catch the cheater and seek justice for them."

"Then their leader became sworn brothers with my grandfather. They stopped selling their goods themselves and brought them to my family's store, asking my father to help them handle the goods."

"Oh," she suddenly remembered, "my father has gone to the capital, what should I do with the goods this year?"

"Can't you just help sell it?" Feng Xu said.

Ming Youyou was worried. "It's okay to sell those mountain products and animal skins, just follow the market price. But they also weave a lot of cloth, and those cloths are not easy to sell. My father always mixes them with facial cream to get people to buy them."

"But I don't know those people, and I don't have that much face."

But her sadness did not last long, because they entered the village, and a sweet smell filled the air. Ming Youyou sniffed, her eyes brightened, "This is the smell of bamboo tube baba."

A young girl came over with a plate full of bamboo tubes and said in the unskilled Dayu language: "You are the girl from the Ming family, right? Do you remember me? Three years ago, my father and I went to your house and brought you some bamboo tube baba."

Three years ago was still a long time ago, but she was familiar with this food because she had secretly eaten a lot of it that time. As a result, the glutinous rice was difficult to digest and she woke up in the middle of the night with a stomachache. It was only after her grandfather pricked her with a long needle that she got better.

"I remember now, you are Sister Yuxiang."

Yuxiang smiled happily and distributed the bamboo tubes to them. She even blushed when she saw Lu Tai.

Ming Youyou taught them how to open it. "Don't underestimate this baba because it's simple. Just add sugar to the glutinous rice paste and pour it into the bamboo tube. But the ones made outside are not as delicious as the ones here."

Yuxiang also said proudly: "They said that it is because the soil and water here are good, and the glutinous rice grown here is especially delicious. You are welcome, just eat more if you like."

Zheng Huan and the other two were not polite at all. They had already finished one tube and started to open the second one. Ming Youyou was very envious, but when she thought of the scary needle, she restrained herself and didn't dare to take the second one.

Yuxiang had also heard about that incident, so she patted her head and said, "We're going to make water-splashing poop tonight, and you can have one then."

Ming Youyou exclaimed, "Is the Water Splashing Festival coming up?"