The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou was puzzled, "Then why go on a holiday? Does Madam Tao have any objection?" The holiday was also the market day in the county. There were many customers in Jinxiufang. Madam Tao wanted to go there and take charge. She also liked to chat more with the female members of the family.

"Who made the Pingyang County Magistrate so at odds with our master? If I go there on a normal day, I'm afraid he will file a petition to accuse you of dereliction of duty."

"Humph, you went to help them solve the case, why are you repaying kindness with hatred?"

Master He smiled calmly, "Since he needs our help now, we will not take any action. But after the case is solved, time will have passed and circumstances will have changed. Who knows if he will file a complaint later?"

Ming Youyou exclaimed, "Is the officialdom so sinister?"

Master He said nothing, but just waved the fan in his hand with a mysterious look on his face.

Ming Youyou thought this action was very master-like. She borrowed Fang Er's fan and fanned herself with it. She sighed and said, "Why don't you go and take care of it? Without you to give advice from behind, what will happen if the master suffers a loss?"

Fang Er couldn't help but look up, thinking that this kid was really good at flattering people. He looked at Master He again, and sure enough, the corners of the man's mouth were raised so much that he couldn't suppress it.

Of course, Master He also wanted to watch the excitement, but he had gone to Pingyang City to meet the other party's master more often in the past few days, and he was afraid that he would be recognized when he went again, so he had to give up.

The Pingyang County Magistrate felt that he was broad-minded, willing to listen to others' advice, and willing to put aside his personal grudges for the sake of the people's grievances. Little did he know that this was the path that Magistrate Tao had set for him.

Seeing that Master He was thinking about something, Ming Youyou started playing with Fang Er. She watched Fang Er's constantly changing tricks with the chess pieces and suddenly asked, "Do you know other tricks, such as turning a goldfish into a goldfish inside your gown?"

Fang Er murmured, "I seem to have heard this name somewhere... Oh, I remember, my master once mentioned it."

"It's a pity that we don't have any experts in magic tricks here. We, the master and the apprentice, have only learned the basics." He asked with hope on his face: "Young lady, have you seen this magic trick before? Can you tell me in detail?"

Ming Youyou saw it in a video from the research institute, but as a layman she just watched for fun. As for how the performer took out tank after tank of fish from a robe that didn't look that big, she had no idea.

But even if he just gave a rough idea, the other party's second explanation was also an inspiration. He pondered, "This robe is definitely the key. The question is how to design it so that the water doesn't spill out."

Master He had come back to his senses. Seeing that the person opposite him was immersed in thought again, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head. He gently picked up all the chess pieces back into the chess box, then looked at the child beside him.

Ming Youyou felt a chill down her spine. She didn't want to learn Go at all. It was so boring to sit opposite each other and play for a long time.

"Oh, it's getting late. I have to go see Aunt Luo." He slipped away.

Aunt Luo checked the embroidery she brought and twitched her lips at the four treasures of the study she embroidered. "The things you chose are all square. You are quite lazy."

Ming Youyou chuckled and said, "I had an exam a while ago, so I was really busy. I'll embroider a more complicated one later."

Aunt Luo chuckled, "If you want to embroider something realistically, nothing in this world is simple."

She nodded her head and said, "Have you ever seen an inkstone like the one you embroidered, which is just a black mass?"

Ming Youyou frowned and said, "I know that when painting, I can use the thickness and depth of ink to show the changes in light, but it is too difficult to embroider it."

Aunt Luo nodded. "Indeed, our needles are not as random as brushes, but they can blend different threads together."

She first put on the yellow silk thread and lightly passed it through the black silk thread embroidered by Ming Youyou. After half a quarter of an hour, she used white thread to emphasize one place.

Ming Youyou only felt as if a beam of sunlight fell on the inkstone, and the ink was glowing in the sunlight, as if it had just been ground, and the residual force caused the ink to shake slightly.

"This is amazing, it looks even better than the real thing." Ming Youyou leaned over to look at it in surprise, and touched it carefully with her hand.

“So whether it’s painting or embroidery, they can both preserve the most beautiful and exquisite moment of things.” Aunt Luo smiled, her eyes falling on Ming Youyou’s sachet, which swayed as its owner leaned forward.

Her eyes flashed, "Where did this come from?"

"Are you talking about this?" Ming Youyou took it off and handed it to her. "This was made by the mother of one of my classmates. She wanted me to help sell it, so she gave it to me as a gift."

Aunt Luo took it, glanced at it quickly, and then looked at it carefully.

Ming Youyou came over and said, "It's very well embroidered, isn't it? Apart from yours, this is the second best one I've ever seen."

"Have you ever met that classmate's mother?" Aunt Luo asked with a little excitement.

"She has never been to the academy, so of course she has never seen him." Ming Youyou thought for a moment, "But a classmate said that his mother grew up in Suzhou and Hangzhou."

Aunt Luo's grip on the sachet tightened for a moment, she calmed herself down a little, and returned to her usual tone, "You saw it just now, if you want the transition of colors to be natural, the thread must be thin enough, so you have to practice the skill of splitting the thread. In the past, you could split a thread into eight strands, this time you have to practice to sixteen strands."

Ming Youyou exclaimed in surprise. She felt that eight threads were already very thin. If it was sixteen threads, she was afraid that her chubby little fingers would not be able to hold it.

Aunt Luo ignored her and sat at the desk to write and draw.

When Ming Youyou left, she handed him a piece of paper and said, "Go ask your classmate if you can ask his mother to embroider a handkerchief with this pattern."

After that, he handed over a purse and said, "This is a reward."

Ming Youyou took the paper and pushed the purse back, "Don't worry, I will definitely bring it."

She came out of the county government office and while waiting for the oxcart to Xiaguan Village, she said to the system: "Do you think Aunt Luo saw something from the sachet? Does she know Cheng Xiaoan's mother?"

The system said: "According to the plots in the novels of my world, they may be sisters who have been separated for many years."

Ming Youyou exclaimed, "This is too much of a coincidence, even more bizarre than what the storyteller said."

After going back and telling Zheng Huan and the others, the three of them all felt that it was very likely, so they all stared at Cheng Xiaoan who came to deliver the goods.

Cheng Xiaoan was an introvert by nature, and it felt like he couldn't even walk when they stared at him like that.

When Zheng Huan saw him walking up to them with his hands and feet together, he immediately coughed and asked them to be more restrained.

He smiled and handed over a purse, "Brother Xiaoan, this is the proceeds from the last batch of sachets, please count it."