The Little Lucky Girl

Magistrate Tao looked at Feng Xu with a half-smile, "Did your father instruct you to say this?"

He had found it strange before. Why did General Feng send a large amount of spoils of war when it wasn't a festival? He even insisted on selling them through Jinxiufang, with the proceeds split equally between them.

Magistrate Tao originally thought that Old Feng wanted him to help with the resettlement of the wounded soldiers, but he didn't expect that they were waiting here. It seemed that he had developed a new ability for his son.

Magistrate Tao snorted, "Life in other places is not so easy either. I heard that Qi's army in the southeast coast suffered heavy losses because of the Japanese pirates... So I can only get one-fifth for the Northwest Army, and let your father figure out the rest."

"That's enough," Feng Xu thought it was impossible after hearing what Magistrate Tao said before, but unexpectedly, there was a ray of hope. He raised his teacup happily, "Sir, I'll toast you on behalf of my father."

Magistrate Tao warned, "Tell your father to keep an eye on his men and don't let them drink alcohol instead of wine."

Feng Xu scratched his head and decided to push his luck. No, he continued, "Why don't you send a few more jars of good wine over with them?"

"That's a nice thought," Magistrate Tao began to shoo people away, "You've finished eating, it's almost time for you to go back."

Ming Youyou finally filled her stomach again, put down her chopsticks and said, "I heard that Principal Pei will be here this afternoon, so we want to wait until we see him before leaving."

"What do you want to see him for?"

"I have already finished writing 'Bao Gong An', and all I need is the preface by Pei Shanzhang."

"We can meet in the academy every day, why do we have to wait for someone in the county government office?" Mrs. Tao asked puzzledly.

Ming Youyou and the others just laughed and said nothing. Magistrate Tao shook his head and said to his wife, "Don't you see? They are planning to take advantage of us to bully others."

Dean Pei is the most dignified teacher in the eyes of the students in the academy. Although the old man is usually kind to them, everyone is very afraid of him in their hearts and dare not speak in front of Dean Pei easily, for fear of accidentally exposing their nature as a poor student. The small courtyard where the dean lives is recognized as the number one forbidden area by the students.

So Ming Youyou and the others didn't have the courage to take the initiative to find someone, especially to urge for manuscript submission.

But it was different in the county government office. Everyone was a guest, and Chief Pei couldn't keep dragging it out for the sake of Magistrate Tao.

Mrs. Tao smiled and asked someone to serve sour plum soup. "Then you can digest the food. When Principal Pei comes, we can eat roast duck together."

Ming Youyou asked, "How is the preparation at the roast duck restaurant going?"

"The shop has been renovated. The master in charge will have to practice his skills. It will be open next month at the latest. You can bring your classmates with you then."

Several people were excited, "Is it free to eat?"

"What good things are you thinking? Do you know how much it costs to ship a duck from Da Qi?" Mrs. Tao poked their heads one by one. "But each table will be given a small plate of roast duck slices that day, and the rest of the dishes will be discounted."

A few people had an idea in mind, so they invited classmates like Bao Wenkang who were both fond of food and rich to come that day, and everyone could share the cost of ordering a table.

Ming Youyou rolled his eyes and said, "Does the roast duck restaurant have a name?"

Magistrate Tao saw through her thoughts and said, "Why, you want to earn the naming fee? Unfortunately, Captain Jin doesn't like other names and thinks that Jinxiufang is a good name for the shop, so he plans to call it 'Jinxiufang Roast Duck Restaurant'."

Ming Youyou was a little dumbfounded. How was this name calculated? Should she pay the naming fee or not?

"We are all going to get our rewards soon, so why are we so obsessed with money and fussing over two hundred coins?"

Ming Youyou was unhappy. "Two hundred wen means ten bowls of mutton soup steamed buns, twenty steamed buns with meat, and two hundred tea eggs."

If you calculate it this way, it’s quite a lot.

"Don't listen to him, he's just teasing you," Mrs. Tao said, "Since it's called Jinxiufang, then it's naturally yours to pay for it. I've already asked someone to prepare the money."

She waved her hand, and the maid came over with a tray. Madam Tao pushed it to Ming Youyou, "In addition to our county, we also need to open one in Fucheng and Pingyang City. Please order. The total is 600 coins."

Ming Youyou looked at the tray full of copper coins and couldn't help but exclaimed, "I'm rich, I'm rich."

She happily wanted to stuff the money into her purse, but found that the purse could not hold much, so she had to share it with Zheng Huan and the other two, leaving their chests bulging with money.

Magistrate Tao felt a little hurt by what he saw, so he stood up and prepared to go to work. However, when he arrived at the study, he found a little tail following him.

"Why are you here instead of counting your money?"

Ming Youyou looked around and asked in a low voice, "Sir, if there is a place that wants to stage your story into a play so that many people can see it, would you mind?"

She thought that Magistrate Tao's daily life was very interesting, whether he was trying cases in the county government office or encouraging farmers in the fields, and especially the recent acceptance of surrendered people, it was always very interesting to watch, so she took pictures of them all and sent them to Zheng Dao.

It just so happened that a friend of mine who is a director wanted to make a biography of a celebrity, but he didn’t want to look for those well-known historical figures, as he felt it would be difficult to come up with something original.

Zheng Dao tried to send him a few videos, and the director's eyes lit up after watching them. Not only were the characters and stories full, but their newly discovered ancient dynasty was also a big highlight.

The director immediately couldn't wait to sign an exclusive contract with Zheng Dao; but Zheng Dao let Ming Youyou make the decision and also briefed her on the issue of using her portrait. Only then did Ming Youyou realize that she had to seek the consent of the person involved, Mr. Tao.

Magistrate Tao asked curiously, "Are you going to play me as a bad guy in your play?"

"How can that be possible? You must be a good person, a very good person, the kind that will be remembered for generations, praised by the people on the stars."

"Stop..." Magistrate Tao said with a grudge, "I haven't made a final judgment yet, so I can't bear these high hats. Since you are not a bad person, why do you feel guilty?"

Ming Youyou immediately straightened her chest and tried hard to look Lord Tao in the eye.

Magistrate Tao narrowed his eyes, feeling that something was wrong. "Will this play earn you a lot of money?"

Ming Youyou immediately shrank her neck and scratched her little fingers, saying, "Instead of giving money directly, I can exchange for some things. Is there anything you need, sir? I'll help you change it."

Magistrate Tao thought he understood. Maybe Mr. Liu, the storyteller, had coaxed the silly boy into writing a storybook for him. He reminded him, "Then you must negotiate a good price with him. Don't let yourself get cheated."

"Don't worry, I'm smart. I'll tell them we'll just split the profits."

"Okay, be careful. By the way, don't use my real name in the story, otherwise it will be like praising myself."

"Ah?" Ming Youyou was in a dilemma. "What's the appropriate name? How about you give me a pseudonym?"