The Little Lucky Girl

Bao Wenkang grinned at them. The students in Class B were all familiar with him. When they saw the supervisor leave, they immediately came forward with a smile to welcome him.

Feng Xu patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're great. You actually transferred to this class."

Bao Wenkang screamed, "Be gentle, I'm injured now."

Feng Xu: "Did your father really beat you up?"

"Of course not. Because I insisted on changing classes, he beat me to death. Ouch, let me sit down first. I can hardly stand because of the pain."

Bao Wenkang had already chosen an empty seat. He limped back until he came to Ming Youyou's side and asked, "Can I sit here?"

Ming Youyou didn't care, but Zheng Huan stood up and said, "I'm taller than you, you should sit in the front." He pushed him to his seat without saying anything.

Bao Wenkang just wanted to be closer to these friends. He thought Zheng Huan was very enthusiastic and immediately sat down happily.

Seeing Feng Xu sitting alone a few rows away from them, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why doesn't he sit over here?"

Lu Tai said: "Because when he is with us, he can't help talking, and we can't help but beat him up."

Ming Youyou noticed that Bao Wenkang's left hand was red and plump, and thought it looked familiar. "Did your father spank you?"

"It was more than just a beating on my hands," Bao Wenkang shed a tear, "He also used a cane to beat me, and when the cane broke, he used a board to beat me. I feel like now, except for my face and right hand, there is not a single piece of healthy flesh on my body."

Ming Youyou expressed sympathy, "I'll bring you a bag of medicine tomorrow. Go back and boil some water to soak your hands. Forget it, just take a bath. You'll feel much better after a good night's sleep."

Bao Wenkang knew that this little girl understood medical knowledge. "Don't bother. Just write the prescription to me and I'll ask someone to buy it at the pharmacy."

"No, that won't work. This prescription can't be leaked." Several people shook their heads in unison. The prescription was too important, and they didn't dare to show off.

"But it's really effective, you must use it." The three of them reminded.

Bao Wenkang agreed casually, but when he actually used it, he realized that this medicine bag was simply magical.

The next day, he pulled the sleeves of Zheng Huan and the other two with tears in his eyes, "This medicine bag is truly the savior of me, no, of our descendants of the Bao family."

The Bao family believed that a good son is born under the stick, so not only him, his brothers, but also his clan brothers, all felt eager to keep such a medicine bag on hand.

He took out a bag of scattered small silver bars and said, "They asked me to buy these for them. I'll buy twenty bags first."

Ming Youyou didn't expect that this prescription could really make money. She happily deducted the cost and divided the remaining money into two parts, planning to buy gifts for Elder Zong and Aunt Luo.

Thinking of Mr. Zong complaining about Principal Pei not giving him meat to eat, she decided to send two lotus leaf chickens over.

Sure enough, the old man was so happy to see the chicken that he didn't care about his lessons and just started to chew on it.

After eating one, he set his eyes on the second one. The guard Dachang immediately put it away and said, "The headmaster said that you should eat a light diet and not eat too much meat."

The old man blew his beard and glared, "He is doing that for my own good, he just can't bear to spend more money on this unworthy disciple."

Ming Youyou knew that the elder was now relying on Pei Shanzhang for his food, clothing and other expenses, so she asked curiously, "How come you are so famous, you are still short of money?"

Shouldn't people who have been high-ranking officials have lots of land and a lot of money?

The elder of the clan sighed and said, "Let me test you. What is the meaning of 'The wise man does not accumulate: the more he gives to others, the more he has; the more he gives to others, the more he has.'"

This sentence is much simpler than understanding "Tao". Ming Youyou answered immediately without hesitation: "The sage has nothing to store: he benefits others and becomes more satisfied; he gives to others and becomes richer."

She thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "So, did you give all the money to others?"

The elder nodded approvingly, "Yes, I gave away my wealth once when I was eighty, and I gave away the rest again when I was ninety. All the good land and beautiful houses were gone."

Ming Youyou opened her mouth wide, covered her chest and said, "You are so generous, why don't you keep some?" She felt distressed when she heard it.

The old man smiled and said, "What the saints said is true. Although money is good, it is also a bondage to people. For example, when you have this house, your heart only has this small space; but after giving it up, the whole world and nature can become the residence of your heart. Only when you give up can you gain. Between the two words "give up" and "gain" lies the great knowledge of being a human being."

Seeing Ming Youyou's eyes full of admiration, Dachang could not bear it any longer and whispered, "When Grandpa was 80, he felt that he had lived almost to the end; when he was 90, he was sick and felt that he might die one day. Grandpa said that the most painful thing in life is that the person is gone but the money is still there."

He faced the elder's death gaze and continued, "But I think the most painful thing in life is that the person is still there, but the money is gone."

Ming Youyou:...That makes a lot of sense.

The elder snorted heavily, "It's not good to live too long. Look, all the bastards around are rebelling."

Ming Youyou felt that it was inappropriate for the old man to worry about money at his age, so he said, "Don't worry, I will give you some of my dividends in the future, and you can use it as pocket money."

Oh, the old man was happy, "Not bad, not bad, you are still filial. Look at my vision, I just picked a child and he is so good, hahaha."

Ming Youyou: ...Are you praising me or yourself?

"Wait for me," said the elder, and he hurried into the room, picked up a brush, and wrote several pages of paper, then handed it to her and said:

"I've lived longer than you, but I'm still a kid. Aren't you good at cooking? Take this paper. It records the craftsmanship passed down from my family."

Ming Youyou opened it and saw: “Laojie Mahua”.

She asked curiously, "What kind of food is this fried dough twist?"

"It is a snack made of sugar and flour, fried with sesame and green onion," Zong recalled. "My mother came up with it. Because my family lives in the old street and the food is very beautiful, everyone calls it 'Old Street Mahua'."

"After I became famous, I didn't want my mother to continue to work so hard, so I stopped selling this fried dough twist. I haven't eaten it for decades."

The elder smiled and said, "But my memory is very good. You can study the recipe and make fried dough twists that are fragrant and crispy. I guarantee you can make money."

Ming Youyou was so surprised, "Don't worry, I will definitely make it for you to taste."

"Okay, I'll wait." The elder smiled and nodded, "It's getting late, you should go back too. Today's homework is to think about how to put the words of the saints into practice."

Ming Youyou felt that she was still young, and she only needed to think about it; if she put it into practice, there was so much money, and she would be heartbroken if she lost it now. She should wait until she grows up, no, wait until she is as old as the elder, and then do it.