The Little Lucky Girl

The Zhang family had been busy with business, so they would just eat a bite when they were hungry. When they knew they were coming as guests, they waited for them to come and eat together.

Zheng Huan and the other two gulped down a large bowl of steamed buns, while Ming Youyou drank the mutton soup with plenty of ingredients. After they were full, they watched how Mr. Luo took care of Madam Zhang.

Unfortunately, Mrs. Zhang was still not satisfied. She said that the mutton had a strong taste and wanted to drink chicken soup, so she sent Mr. Luo to the kitchen to make soup.

Ming Youyou thought it was not good for pregnant women to eat greasy food late at night, and was about to persuade her to stop when she was held down by Zheng Huan.

He said, "Sister-in-law, do you have anything to say to us?" He saw that Madam Zhang had deliberately sent Mr. Luo away.

Madam Zhang smiled and grabbed some candied fruit for them to digest. "I heard you guys say this afternoon that you wanted to write a story about that case?"

Seeing several people nod, she continued: "Can my husband write with you?"

"No problem. We'd love to have you." The three were very happy. Mr. Luo was much more capable than them. It would make them even happier if Madam Zhang could bring two sheep to express her condolences.

"You guys are in a hurry to say this," Madam Zhang suggested, "Then let's do the same as last time and let him live with you so that he can finish the work as soon as possible."

"But my sister-in-law is pregnant, can she leave Brother Luo at this time?" Seeing that Madam Zhang was staring at them, they quickly changed the topic and asked, "Can Brother Luo leave my sister-in-law at this time?"

Madam Zhang sighed, "You don't know, he's been so nervous these days, he doesn't let me do anything, even if I go out I get nagged for a long time, it's really annoying."

Everyone thought her expression was so fake, as she was obviously happy in her heart.

Zheng Huan didn't think Luo Xiucai was willing to leave at this time, so he said, "But we have to go to the academy on weekdays. I'm afraid we can only concentrate on writing during our rest time."

Madam Zhang frowned, "I heard that the government is recruiting some literate people to work. Can you help me persuade him to sign up?"

Lu Tai pondered, "From what my sister-in-law said, you want Brother Luo to enter the officialdom? But Brother Luo said before that he doesn't like being an official."

Madam Zhang smiled and said, "With his straightforward personality, he really can't be an official. Otherwise, he would offend all his colleagues in less than a day. But I think Lord Tao is a good official. It would be nice to work under him and learn from him to broaden my horizons."

Ming Youyou said: "But I heard that this time they are recruiting people just to do odd jobs, and they won't make much money."

"We don't need that little salary, so we don't need him to work so hard to support the family." Madam Zhang waved her hand nonchalantly, then glanced at the kitchen and whispered, "Don't tell him that."

She sighed, "You know my husband, he is stubborn and insists on accomplishing whatever he wants to do. Ever since he wrote a story criticizing the aristocratic families with you last time, he has been thinking about writing a story about pleading for the people. But this is not like writing about gods and monsters just by thinking about it. It always requires more understanding to write appropriately."

"But we are all ordinary people. How can we have so many opportunities to get in touch with the truth of the case? All we get is hearsay. You see, he hasn't published any novels recently, but he has actually written quite a few. However, he was not satisfied with any of them, so he ended up throwing them all away."

Zheng Huan and his companions were shocked for a moment. Luo Xiucai's writing level was better than theirs even if the one that was burned was. They silently touched the notebooks in their arms. This was what they were planning to send to the bookstore today, but they had not had the time yet. Now that they thought about it, well, they should revise it a little more.

Ming Youyou thought about the business of the Pao Mo shop, "But this way, there will be one less person working in the shop. The weather is getting colder, and more and more people will come to eat mutton soup. Can you handle it?"

"If you are too busy, just hire someone. He has studied hard for so many years, and he should use his acquired skills. You can't let him be tied down by just one store." Mrs. Zhang felt sorry for her husband and didn't want him to stay in one place just for her. She thought she should let him go to a wider place and do what he liked more.

"But will Uncle Zhang agree? Isn't he afraid of that 'Qi Da Fei Ou'?"

"These days are enough for my father to understand his character. The two of them are now getting along like father and son." Madam Zhang touched her belly and smiled, "Besides, my father has a grandson now, so he can't take care of him anymore."

Several people laughed and said, "Okay, let's come back and ask Master Tao."

Ming Youyou rolled her eyes, "Or you can ask Master He. He doesn't like tedious things. If someone can sort it out for him, he will definitely be willing to do it." She chuckled and said, "And the sorted information may contain content that Luo Xiucai particularly wants to see."

"Oh, right, ask him to study chess. Master He likes playing chess, and he especially likes telling stories while playing chess. Those stories are all interesting and are about the strange things he has encountered."

After the discussion, Mr. Luo's chicken soup was ready. Madam Zhang only drank half a bowl, and the rest went into the stomachs of the other people at the table.

The next morning, as soon as the sky was bright, the four of them got up in a hurry, ran back to Xiaguan Village to get their books, and then hurried to the academy. Finally, they entered the classroom at the last moment when the bell rang.

Ming Youyou yawned loudly. She was in the same room with Madam Zhang last night. Thinking of how she had been naughty after falling asleep, she was afraid of kicking Madam Zhang's stomach, so she took the initiative to ask to sleep on the small couch. However, the couch was so hard that she didn't sleep well the whole night.

She took out the book, opened it, covered her head with it, and lay down on the table, deciding to take a nap regardless of whose class she had.

The teachers all knew that the child was a sleepyhead. On the one hand, they felt sorry for her young age; on the other hand, the class started with routine questions and recitations, so it wouldn't matter if she listened less. When the main class started, someone would naturally wake her up.

However, they did not expect that the person who came into the classroom today was the school supervisor, who told them that since Master Guan was away traveling, another teacher had been invited to take his place temporarily.

The substitute teacher's surname was Yin. He taught music and painting. He started by playing the piano for half the class. I don't know if it was intentional, but he liked to move the piano around while playing. He played the longest next to Ming Youyou's ear, which really annoyed her.

She raised her head in a daze, and it took her a while to remember where she was. Perhaps she knew it was wrong to sleep in class, so she slapped her chubby cheeks hard, but unfortunately it seemed to have no effect. After a breath or two, her eyes closed again, and she was about to fall down again.

When the classmates around him saw this, they smiled knowingly and threw their secret weapons over.