The Little Lucky Girl

The enthusiasm of her classmates was beyond Ming Youyou's expectations, which made it difficult for her to make an offer.

She raised the price in her mind and gave them a small slap.

Bao Wenkang frowned and said, "Is this five taels or five hundred wen? If it's five taels, it's a bit expensive. Five hundred wen is about right."

Ming Youyou: ...Actually, she only wants fifty cents. After all, a big basket that can hold all of her things only costs eleven or twelve cents.

Feeling that she had underestimated her classmates' spending power, Ming Youyou simply didn't set a ceiling for them. She waved her hand and said, "You guys bid, and the highest bidder wins."

Bao Wenkang immediately started to compete with several classmates who were also interested in the lottery and were unwilling to let go. In the end, he defeated his opponents with a "huge sum" of 888 yuan.

He threw the purse directly to Ming Youyou and said, "Count how much you have and bring it to you tomorrow." Then he took small items from several classmates like a bully and swept them into his school basket along with the things on the table.

Ming swung his heavy wallet around, feeling a little embarrassed because he thought Bao Wenkang had a good relationship with the four of them after all. "This is Grandpa's practice work. He said that the next one he made up would definitely be better than this one."

Bao Wenkang said he didn't mind at all, "I'll play with it first, and when new products come out, I'll sell this set at my mother's grocery store at the original price."

Knowing that his classmate was even more unscrupulous than himself, Ming Youyou felt relieved.

Because of the snow they missed a few days of classes, so the gentlemen had to give extra tutoring in the afternoon.

After calculating the time, Ming Youyou estimated that Ali and the others would have returned to the mountain by the time he returned. He decided to ask the teacher who was going to the county town to do some business to deliver the money on the way.

When the gong sounded, the students returned to their seats reluctantly. The time under the teacher's stare was always unbearable, even when they were allowed to express themselves freely in calligraphy exercises.

Seeing the sky gradually darken and soon become completely dark, the students were delighted. Feng Xu even shouted quickly: "Sir, we can't see our own words clearly. Can we come here today?"

Master Cen smiled and nodded outside the window. Soon, a group of helpers came in and placed a candle on each student's desk.

The candles were lit, and the flickering flames reflected the disappointed expressions of the students. Just when they thought they had to write for at least one more candle, Master Cen said, "Pack up your things, take the candles, and we'll go to the back mountain."

The students looked at each other in horror, making sure they had heard correctly before they began to clean up their mess reluctantly.

As soon as the teacher turned and left, the classroom immediately exploded with all kinds of speculations. The most mentioned one was the mysterious old man with white beard.

Bao Wenkang changed his arrogant attitude and said tremblingly, "What do you think the academy is doing at this time of night? You are not going to use us to lure out that thing, are you?"

Unexpectedly, the legend of the elder is still so powerful. Ming Youyou and the others laughed secretly in their hearts. Feng Xu even gave him a bad idea, "Then you might as well not go. It's so dark, and the master won't be able to tell if one person is missing."

Bao Wenkang was immediately tempted, but then he thought that being left alone in the classroom seemed even more terrifying. He immediately shivered and shook his head, then followed the four people closely.

When they arrived at the back mountain, they saw that not only their Class B but all the students in the entire academy had gathered together.

The more people there are, the braver they are. And because they are first-year freshmen, they are placed in the middle position, surrounded by seniors who are taller than them.

The elementary school kids suddenly felt safe, relaxed immediately, and began to find out what was going on.

As expected, the seniors had been hanging out with the teachers for several years and were better informed than them: it turned out that a few days ago, President Pei invited his friends to sit around the fire and make tea, while also lecturing on scriptures and discussing doctrines, chatting and debating. Unexpectedly, during the debate, President Pei lost.

The consequence of losing is to fulfill the other person's wish. It is said that the gentleman wanted to see the mountain scenery on a snowy night, so they were conscripted to be fireflies.

Ming Youyou stood on tiptoe to look forward, wanting to see what the talented man who could defeat Pei Shanchang looked like, but in the end she only saw the backs of her classmates' heads.

She patted Zheng Huan and Feng Xu anxiously, and they resigned themselves to their fate by using their hands to make a sedan chair and lifted her up.

Ming Youyou saw torches lit in the pavilion on the mountain. Several gentlemen from the academy gathered around an old man, who seemed to be writing and drawing with a pen.

Just when she wanted to ask the system for help to see what the old man was drawing, Master Cen told them that they could go down the mountain and go home.

The students were just beginning to feel playful when they suddenly felt regretful and began to secretly form small groups, planning to sneak to the front to take a look.

Then, of course, he was driven down the mountain by the school supervisor.

With the help of servants to light torches, the way down the mountain was not difficult at all.

Ming Youyou and the other three found the experience of traveling at night very novel. They rushed towards the carriage and excitedly discussed what would happen tonight.

Only after the driver reminded them that they had arrived at Xiaguan Village did they stop with a sense of reluctance.

As a result, the four of them were stunned when they lifted the curtain. Why were there so many people at the entrance of the village? Are they waiting for them?

Ming Youyou said with emotion: "Grandpa Village Chief, it's not too late now, and the road is still safe."

Village Chief Guo laughed and turned sideways to let her look behind him, whispering, "What did you give? Why did Ali and the others run back to the mountain as soon as they saw it, and even carried Grandpa Tong down with them?"

Ming Youyou scratched his head. She didn’t give him anything special, just a bag of copper coins.

Zheng Huan understood, "I guess it's because the amount of money is much more than expected, Grandpa Tong is worried, so he wants to explain it to us clearly despite the snow and muddy road."

His guess was right. Ali's hands were shaking when he received the bag of money. He had been selling glutinous rice cakes for several days and had never earned so much. How could something that grandpa casually made be so valuable?

He had a hunch that something had gone wrong; perhaps someone had forgotten to take out the other money, or the person who delivered the message had not made it clear.

However, he was reluctant to take out the heavy purse in his arms, so he stopped doing business in a daze and ran back to the mountain.

Grandpa Tong was not so conflicted. He beat his grandson with his cane mercilessly, thinking that his grandson had brought shame to the people in the mountain. Then, despite any opposition, he insisted on coming over to apologize in person.

Ming Youyou and the others were at a loss whether to laugh or cry. They looked at Ali, who was limping, with sympathy and explained, "You really made all this money. The classmates like it so much that they want to order a few more sets. If you can weave it more carefully, the price can be even higher."