The Little Lucky Girl

"Yes, I've finished telling the stories. But I still have the stories of Di Renjie, Song Ci, and Liu Yong." Ming Youyou counted on her fingers. As long as she thought about it, there would be so many, hehe.

"Why did you change the name?" Feng Xu asked in confusion, "It's much easier to just keep telling the story of Lord Bao. It's easier for readers to accept the same protagonist."

"That's different," Ming Youyou shook his head. "The background of the story is different. It's more interesting to tell a new story. Let me tell you, there is a female emperor in Detective Dee."

Feng Xu and Lu Tai were both very surprised. "Then tell us a little bit about it first and see if it is as exciting as the one by Bao Gong."

Zheng Huan looked at Ming Youyou with a little worry as she started to talk enthusiastically. He wanted to remind her, but in the end he said nothing.

He pondered for a while, went back to his room, picked up a pen and began to write a letter to his uncle, now his father.

His uncle left the capital when he was very young, so he was very unfamiliar with his nominal father.

There were some rumors about this uncle in the family, but they were not very good. They said that he was indulging in pleasure and not following the right path. He once made Zheng Huan's grandfather angry to death and was then kicked out of the house.

But when they met briefly last time, he left a good impression on them. They felt that their uncle had a carefree manner, open-minded words, and even some chivalrous demeanor.

Lu Tai asked his grandfather to help investigate, and they found out that his uncle loved traveling to famous mountains and rivers, and was good friends with several famous monks and Taoists. He also had a certain reputation in the literary circle and was regarded as having the style of Wei and Jin dynasties.

Lu Tai was very emotional, "This must be the most powerful person in your family. Did your father deliberately spread those rumors because he was jealous of him?

Feng Xu also said: "Maybe your father did a great thing by giving you to him as an adoptive child."

His uncle would write to him every one or two months, and Zheng Huan would reply afterwards. Today was the first time he took the initiative to write a letter.

He wanted to ask his uncle to help him find some books, especially those fairy tales and supernatural novels that were circulated among the people and were not worthy of being published in the upper class.

He also sent the manuscript of "Bao Gong An" and stated that he was looking for inspiration for writing. The book he was looking for did not have to have elegant language, as long as the content was novel.

My uncle responded quickly, and after a while, a large box was delivered.

Zheng Huan called over and flipped through the books. There were both new and old ones. Some of the title pages had collectors' seals, which usually had their names and places of origin engraved on them. At a glance, it became clear that these books came from several places.

Zheng Huan was a little surprised. In such a short period of time, so many people were asked to help collect the books. It seemed that his uncle had extraordinary connections.

He put the books in order and opened a package that was placed separately in the box. There was a thick letter inside.

In the letter, my uncle said that the content of some of the books was too vulgar and not suitable for people of their age, so he sorted out the novel parts in them and sent them to a few people for reference.

The letter was written in Chinese characters, with annotations in small characters on the side, explaining the stories and his own views to Zheng Huan. It was obvious that he was very attentive.

Zheng Huan read it carefully, folded it carefully again, and put it in a special box together with the previous letters.

He had a faint smile on his face, and when he looked at the box of books, he felt more at ease. With these stories to cover up their tracks, it would be understandable even if they wrote a few more novels with unique ideas.

Zheng Huan walked out of the room briskly and saw Feng Xu holding poop and stuffing it into his mouth in big mouthfuls.

"Eat less," he frowned, "Yuxiang and the others are going to sell it for money."

"It's okay, it's okay, eat as much as you want today," Yuxiang smiled and handed a large piece to Zheng Huan. "We are moving down the mountain to live, and we will start building a house today. These baba are for everyone to pray for happiness."

Zheng Huan was surprised. "Didn't they say that it's hard to convince the elders? The earliest they would agree would be next spring. How did your father do it?"

"This time it's not my father's fault, nor ours either," Yuxiang smiled brightly. She picked up a three or four-year-old kid running around on the ground, "I'm afraid it has something to do with this little guy."

The last time the leader came back from drinking with Magistrate Tao, he immediately arranged for each family to take turns going to Xiaguan Village to sell things. Everyone was timid at first, and when they gathered together they didn't dare to talk to others, let alone shout out their wares.

When Village Chief Guo saw this, he arranged for several eloquent young people to come and chat with them and help sell goods. After a few interactions, everyone became familiar with each other.

At noon, when the sun is high and there are few people passing by on the official road, the villagers of Xiaguan Village warmly invite the people in the village to visit their homes, eat something and rest.

Most of the people in the village came to the village at the foot of the mountain for the first time and they were very excited.

After the people of Xiaguan Village started making money, many families rebuilt new houses. Village chief Guo also led everyone to repair a new road. The village became clean and tidy, with flowers and plants planted everywhere, which amazed the people in the village.

They saw that there were only babies crawling around on the mats in the yard, and no older children were to be seen. They couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where are the other children?"

The wives of Xiaguan Village laughed and said, "Now that they have all been sent to school, the children are gone, and the house is quiet now, and we can relax a little."

As they were talking, a gong sounded, and soon a group of children ran back to their homes, shouting, "Mom, mom, I'm starving. Is our meal ready?"

"Come on, the debt collector is back," the wives stood up with a smile, and each of them pulled one or two wives in the village and said, "Come to my house for dinner, everything is ready, just heat it up and it will be ready."

The wife in the village couldn't break free and was dragged forward with a red face, followed by her husband with an even redder face.

They saw that there were not only boys but also many girls coming back with small school bags, and they were surprised and asked, "Girls can go to school too?"

"Yes," the wife said with a smile, "Lord Tao specially ordered the construction of two schools, one of which is for girls. Look at my eldest daughter, she is much more promising than her dull-headed brother. She always gets first place in the exams, and last time she even got two pounds of meat as a reward."

The wife of the village was stunned. "Your family must have paid a lot of money to send several children to school."

"Not much, not much. Originally, the two villages shared the cost," the village wife said with a particularly happy smile. "Later, in order to allow the children from Daqi to attend school, Lord Tao simply paid for the teacher's monthly salary from the county government, so now everyone spends very little."

When the food was served, the child took two quick bites, grabbed a steamed bun and walked out.

"Why are you going to eat your meal? Sit down and eat before moving." The village wife said angrily while knocking on the table.