The Little Lucky Girl

Cheng Xiaoan knew the weight was wrong as soon as he took it in his hands. He hurriedly said, "This is too much." Then he opened his purse and returned the extra silver to them.

Ming Youyou smiled and said to him, "The sachets you make are beautiful. I sold them without much effort, so you don't need to share the profits."

Seeing Cheng Xiaoan insisted on giving it to her, she took out Aunt Luo's pattern and said, "How about this, can you ask your mother to help embroider a piece of silk handkerchief to cancel out the two?"

Cheng Xiaoan breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he had not accepted the favor in vain. He quickly said, "Don't worry. My mother is very good at embroidery. It will be completed in three days at most."

However, three days later, Cheng Xiaoan did not bring the handkerchief, and instead avoided them when he saw them.

Ming Youyou was puzzled and asked, "What does this mean? Don't you want your family to recognize you?"

Zheng Huan shook his head, "Maybe not a relative, but probably an old friend."

Lu Tai also said: "Yes, otherwise if you really don't know me, just embroider it easily."

"What kind of story do you think there is between them that Cheng Xiaoan's mother neither wants to admit nor deny." Feng Xu said with a gossipy look on his face.

Ming Youyou wasn't very interested in this. She just thought that Aunt Luo might be sad. "Should I tell her about this?"

Zheng Huan thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait a little longer. Cheng Xiaoan's mother is obviously hesitant now. What if she comes to her senses later?"

Five days later, when no one had given up hope, Cheng Xiaoan still came to see them. He took out the silk handkerchief with a sense of relief and said apologetically, "My mother was sick a few days ago, so I finished embroidering it a little late."

Ming Youyou happily took it and said, "It's okay, it's okay as long as it's done."

After everyone left, Feng Xu immediately opened the handkerchief, "Hurry and see what's going on."

Ming Youyou held down his paw, "This is Aunt Luo's stuff, so don't mess with it. Besides, if it's a mystery, how can you figure it out easily with your brain?"

After saying this, he carefully packed it up and gave it to the coachman to deliver it to the county government office.

The next afternoon after school, they saw Aunt Luo waiting for them by the carriage.

Ming Youyou and Feng Xu immediately ran up to greet them; Zheng Huan and Lu Tai looked at each other, then began to look for Cheng Xiaoan and brought him over.

Aunt Luo looked at Cheng Xiaoan who was a little nervous and said with a smile: "Are you Brother An? I have some connection with your mother in the early years. Can you take me to meet her?"

Cheng Xiaoan didn't know the inside story, but his mother started to feel uneasy after receiving the embroidery sample. He vaguely felt that it might be related to the person in front of him, so he blushed and said, "Mom, mother is not feeling well today, I'm afraid she can't see outsiders."

Aunt Luo nodded and said softly, "Let's go back together. You go in and ask your mother first. If it's inconvenient for her, I promise not to force her and I won't bother her again in the future."

The carriage started off. Seeing Cheng Xiaoan's serious expression, Zheng Huan and the others comforted him, "Don't worry. If your mother didn't want to see anyone, she wouldn't have embroidered that handkerchief."

Cheng Xiaoan lowered his head and said nothing. Several people looked at each other and then watched the carriage move forward in silence.

When they arrived at their village, Cheng Xiaoan hurriedly called a halt. Without waiting for the carriage to stop, he jumped off and staggered into a yard at the end of the village.

They waited at the door for a long time before they saw him come out of the room, bowed to Aunt Luo and said, "My mother wants to see you."

Seeing that he did not follow in, Zheng Huan and the other two stopped and winked at Ming Youyou. She then quietly followed Aunt Luo in and, under the guidance of the system, found an inconspicuous place to stand, trying to reduce her presence.

Aunt Luo walked in, exchanged glances with Cheng Xiaoan's mother, and said, "Su Shu, Yue Xiang, I am from the Su generation, which generation are you from?"

Cheng Xiaoan's mother shuddered all over, bowed her head and said, "My name is Liu, and I was from the Xiang generation."

Aunt Luo frowned, "Then how do you know this technique?"

Liu said, "Sister Lanxiang taught me."

Aunt Luo paused for breath and asked hurriedly, "What about Lanxiang?"

"Sister Lanxiang has passed away for many years." Liu's eyes turned red. "We were bought together by the caravan back then. Sister Lanxiang was weak to begin with, and she fell ill after a few days because of the unfamiliar climate."

"She has been teaching us techniques since she fell ill. No matter how sick she was, she held on until she made sure we had all learned it, and then she breathed her last." Mrs. Liu sobbed softly.

Aunt Luo was silent for a long time, and then she said in a hoarse voice, "Did she leave any words?"

"Sister Lanxiang asked us to swear that we would never use the new technique unless it was for that matter."

"But you didn't obey." Aunt Luo's cold voice sounded.

Liu collapsed all of a sudden. She sat on the ground and cried loudly, "I am not a person who disregards trust and loyalty. It is just that after my husband passed away, it was really difficult for me to raise the child alone. That's why I used the new embroidery method to make more money."

Aunt Luo was unmoved and looked at her coldly, "You know that in this way, our only trump card may be useless."

Liu wiped her eyes and said hastily, "No, I won't. I only take small jobs and have never used my skills to their full potential. I only sell embroidery to local families. I won't accept any offers from caravans that want to deliver goods to the capital, no matter how high the price is."

"I know this is not right. I have been worried for years and have dreamed of Sister Lanxiang many times. But I really... If I only use ordinary techniques, the money from the sales can only keep my mother and me alive, but the child still needs to go to school..."

Liu's low sobbing sound spread to the courtyard, and Cheng Xiaoan immediately couldn't sit still and wanted to rush into the room.

Zheng Huan stopped him and said, "Your mother knows you are outside. If there is any danger, she will definitely shout. If you barge in rashly, I don't think she would want you to see her current state."

Lu Tai also said: "Listen to this crying, it is not fear or sorrow, but a sense of release. Maybe crying a little more will make you feel better."

Cheng Xiaoan looked at him suspiciously, "Can you hear that?"

Feng Xu squeezed over, hooked his shoulder and led him out of the yard, "No, we have done special research. To talk about the origin, we have to start with Zheng Huan's stepmother. That woman is very good at crying..."

Aunt Luo waited until Liu had almost finished sobbing before she said, "I was among the first group to be bought away, and I don't know what happened afterwards. How many people came with you at the beginning? Do you know where they are now?"

Liu said, "At that time, there was no one in charge of the family, so people from the clan came to take over the family business. They didn't plan to run the embroidery business anymore, so they sold and gave away all of us embroiderers to the caravan."