The Little Lucky Girl

However, the children who came home from school ran over, calling Grandpa Qing all sorts of things and making a fuss, making the old man's beautiful eyes almost burst with laughter.

He took out a few coins and handed them to a big kid next to him, "Take your brothers and sisters to buy some candy."

The children immediately dispersed with cheers, bought candies and gave each of them a piece, and took some food from their parents, "Grandpa, my dad (mom) said this is to honor you."

Grandpa Qing waved his hand and said, "I just ate them in the village. You can keep these for yourselves." Then he picked up a few bamboo poles that had been dried in the sun and lined them up. "Grandpa will teach you how to choose a shoulder pole today. Watch carefully."

When everyone was distributing candy, the little great-grandson was twisting and turning to try to get over, but Grandpa Tong couldn't let go. It would be embarrassing for him to have his own child asking Grandpa Qing for candy.

It was just candy, so he bought it. But when he felt in his pocket, Grandpa Tong realized that he didn't have a penny.

The little great-grandson waited for a long time but found no movement, and pouted his lips and was about to cry. Grandpa Tong had to use his usual method of coaxing children, "Don't cry, don't cry, look at what good things Grandpa will make for you."

After saying that, he picked up some grass from the roadside and started to weave it.

The little great-grandson was distracted and stopped crying instantly. He just blinked his wet eyes and looked at the movements of his grandfather's hands.

Soon a vivid grasshopper was woven. The little great-grandson took it and played with it, but he was not satisfied. He pointed to the side and said, "Awesome, awesome."

Grandpa Tong had no choice but to continue pulling grass and weaving it without complaint.

Perhaps he had seen a lot of things since childhood, so the game was nothing new. Today's little great-grandson was very difficult to coax, and Grandpa Tong was afraid of being laughed at by Grandpa Qing, so his hands were not idle. Soon, not only were all kinds of small animals placed on the ground, but he also gave the ox a straw cart according to the little ancestor's request.

Gradually, other children gathered around. They watched with curiosity, and when they saw a small object taking shape, they clapped their hands excitedly to show their support.

Some children also wanted some, so they took out candies to exchange for them. The little great-grandson happily took them and generously let them choose whatever they wanted. He then stuffed the candies in his hands into Grandpa Tong's mouth, "Grandpa, eat, it's sweet."

The old man felt very happy. He took the candy with a smile and put it in his pocket, intending to give it to the child tomorrow.

He looked at the straw weaving on the ground, turned around and called his grandson over, "Go find me some thin bamboo strips. Straw weavings won't last long. They'll rot in two days."

Ali grumbled to himself, feeling unhappy that his grandfather had delayed his plans to make money in order to appease the child.

But he still asked someone for a few bamboo sticks, and after measuring them, he felt that they were not thin enough, so he chopped them a few times with a knife and grinded off the prickly parts before handing them over.

Ming Youyou and a few others who were passing by in a carriage felt that there were unusually many people on the official road today, so they stopped and planned to play for a while before going back.

They greeted the villagers enthusiastically, and everyone was surprised and asked, "It's only noon, why are you leaving school so early today?"

"The principal said there will be heavy snow tomorrow, so there will be no classes starting in the afternoon so that students who live far away can rush back home."

Guo Ren and his friends, who were also students, immediately became happy and asked, "Can we have a holiday too?"

Feng Xu smiled evilly and said, "Not necessarily. Your school is near the village, and the roads in the village are well built. Even if it snows, it won't be a problem."

Seeing that his friends were a little disappointed, Ming Youyou rolled his eyes and said, "When we left the academy, we saw Chef Hong sending people to buy some food. He said that the teachers would invite people to cook tea around the stove tomorrow. What do you think would happen if your teacher knew about it?"

"Then we must go and join in the fun," Guo Ren understood, "I'll tell Mr. right now to go there early to grab a spot."

Guo Ren ran away quickly. Ming Youyou looked in the direction of his back and found a group of children gathered together, cheering from time to time.

She ran over curiously, only to see that the person surrounded was Grandpa Tong, the most difficult person to talk to in the village.

Ming Youyou paused, but the things in the children's hands seemed very interesting. She was reluctant to leave, so she carefully mixed in behind the children.

Unfortunately, those little kids, whose average age was only four or five years old, were too short to hide her, a nine-year-old little adult. Grandpa Tong saw her as soon as he raised his head.

Thinking of his previous rejection of outsiders and his bad attitude towards this child, Grandpa Tong blushed and took the initiative to say, "Sister, do you have anything you like? Grandpa will make it for you to play with."

Ming Youyou blinked and saw the cow and the cart on the ground. "Can you make another little man and put it on top?"

Grandpa Tong made one according to her image.

Ming Youyou took it in his hand and exclaimed: "It really looks like it. Your craftsmanship is much better than my grandfather and his friends."

Not only can you see the head, body and limbs, but there are also some dry grass woven in as hair. At first glance, you can really tell it's a person.

Because the bamboo strips had been almost used up, the figurine that Grandpa Tong had made was only the size of a palm. He apologized and said, "I'll make you a big one when I get back."

"No, no, this one is good enough." Ming Youyou thought of something and said with bright eyes, "Can you make it smaller? Like about the same size as my thumb?"

Grandpa Tong had never woven such a small size before, but he thought that as long as the bamboo strips were thin enough, there shouldn't be any problem.

There were so many children coming to support him today that the old grandfather was very excited. He immediately called his grandson over and asked him to split the remaining bamboo strips into several thin strips.

Grandpa Tong looked at the children snuggling beside him, intending to show off his craftsmanship, and finally he made a few things that were only the size of an adult's fingernail.

He smiled as he watched the children pass it around and exclaim, and reminded them, "Watch it carefully when you play with it, don't let the little baby who has just learned to crawl eat it."

Ming Youyou was so happy that she couldn't help herself. "Can you make up a big house?" She gestured with her hands, "It should have a bed, a table and chairs, just like the house we live in, and we can take out things and put them anywhere we want?"

She waved her fist vigorously. "If you can do it, I can help you make a lot of money."

Grandpa Tong laughed when he heard this. He was just a kid, but he had the guts to talk big. This was just something to entertain children, not something to eat or drink. Only a fool would spend money to buy it.

"But as for the things you mentioned, I can try them, Grandpa."

As people get older, they sleep less and have nothing to do anyway, so it doesn’t take much effort to weave something; besides, it feels really good to be surrounded by children.

"I'll bring you a house tomorrow."

As a result, the next morning, when people on the mountain and below woke up, they found the yard covered in white.

Principal Pei’s prediction was really accurate, and it really snowed.