The Little Lucky Girl

Grandpa Tong was stunned when he heard this. It took him a while to react. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No need to go higher. This is enough. It's enough."

The old man was a little bit at a loss for what to do. He hesitated and walked left and right, then grabbed his grandson and asked, "Did I just dream?"

Ali was originally hunched over and huddled behind Grandpa Tong, but after hearing what Ming Youyou said, he straightened up immediately. He felt particularly painful where his grandfather had hit him, so he suggested, "Why don't I hit you too, and then you'll know whether you're dreaming or not."

Grandpa Tong thought it made sense, and he slapped his grandson hard with his big hand. His grandson's wailing made him immediately certain that what he had just heard was true.

The old man regained his senses and began to disbelieve it. "It's just a toy for children. How can it be so valuable? Are you guys working with Yuxiang and the others to please Grandpa?"

Only after Ming Youyou and the other three gave repeated assurances and described the rush to buy in vivid detail did Grandpa Tong finally calm down.

He picked up the purse and touched it again and again, and finally pushed it to Ming Youyou and said, "We are all still studying. It may take us a long time to save this money. We can't take so much."

Ming Youyou scratched his head, thinking that it was easy for Bao Wenkang and the others to make money. They could get it by just acting cute at home. However, grandpa was very determined and was only willing to take fifty cents at most. He would not take the rest no matter what the other party said.

Zheng Huan patted Ming Youyou's hand, signaling her not to worry, and said to Grandpa Tong, "Then you can just focus on weaving these days, and then sell it with us."

If grandpa sees the buying and selling scene himself, he will probably be more able to accept it.

A candlelight event at the academy has reignited the interest of many students in exploring the back mountains.

So recently after evening classes, there are always a few students who sneak to the back mountain holding candles to prove their bravery.

But passers-by were not aware of this situation. They only saw spots of light flashing among the mountains and woods, and then gradually, the rumor that the academy was haunted spread.

The rumor was so convincing that even the villagers from Xiaguan Village couldn't help but come over to verify it. Ming Youyou and the others entertained several waves of people and explained until they were dry-mouthed.

But the villagers just didn't believe it and asked back: "Just tell me if there are a lot of people going to the back mountain at night."

Seeing Ming Youyou and the others nod, the villagers finally got the answers they wanted and began to discuss excitedly with each other.

Lu Tai shook his head and sighed, "As the book says, rumors are always more interesting than the truth. I think everyone has no intention of understanding the facts. We talked so much, but they only remembered the part they wanted to remember, and then made up some more in their minds so that they can continue to brag to others."

"But the truth is also very interesting," Ming Youyou said, feeling a little disappointed that the villagers didn't buy her story. "That painting of the moonlit night reflecting the snow is really good. It would be nice if everyone could talk more about it."

They said, how could Chief Pei, who could get money from the emperor by telling a dream, lose the argument so easily? It was obvious that he was finding ways to ask people to paint for him.

The painting is now on display in the hall, and students run over to look at it after class, trying to find out which cluster of candlelight is their own contribution.

"Have you heard that this painting has become famous now? Many scholars have come from far away to see it." Lu Tai said proudly.

As for those rumors, President Pei did not send anyone to clarify them, and when the teachers in the academy were asked about them, they just laughed it off, so the rumors became more rampant.

The day of rest arrived, and the academy became even more lively without the students. Not only did scholars want to view the paintings, but also villagers from miles around wanted to visit the back mountain, making it almost like a temple fair.

The students in Class B were assigned to show the way in front of the mountain gate. Ming Youyou saw Guo Ren running over breathlessly and said excitedly, "Brother Ren, are you coming over to play too? I'll take you to see the paintings first and then go to the back mountain. I tell you, the candle I'm holding is the brightest and most beautiful."

Guo Ren hurriedly stopped Ming Youyou from pulling his hand and said, "Something happened in the village. My grandfather asked me to come to you to make a decision."

Zheng Huan and the other two immediately gathered around him, "Tell us what happened?"

It turned out that for some unknown reason, many scholars suddenly came to the official road today, and they specifically found the stalls in Xiaguan Village and insisted on buying a bowl of ginger sugar water to drink.

Village chief Guo and his companions found it strange because this water had never been sold at the stall before. They wondered if the gentlemen had made a mistake.

The scholar shook his head and said, "It's right here. We climbed up the mountain to compare it. Please ask your father-in-law to arrange for someone to make a pot. We have money. It would be even better if we can ask the young man with the birthmark on his face to help us make it."

There was a birthmark on the face... Village chief Guo knew who it was as soon as he heard it. He hurriedly called the person over and asked him about it, only then did he find out about the young people giving soup to others on a snowy day.

Village Chief Guo said cautiously: "Were the things you used that day clean? Did you drink anything bad?"

The young man's name was Guo Yi. He knew he was called out and felt very nervous. He thought for a moment and said, "No, it's impossible. Everyone in our village drank too. We are fine."

When Village Chief Guo saw those scholars staring at the stall with sharp eyes, he felt that they were too excited and a little abnormal. He couldn't make up his mind, so he asked his grandson to go to Ming Youyou and others for advice.

Ming Youyou and the others came back very quickly. Zheng Huan and the other two went to talk to the scholar for a while, and came back and said in a relaxed manner: "It's okay. They saw Mr. Xia's paintings and wanted to taste the ginger sugar water that Mr. Xia drank at that time, so they came all the way here."

"Hey, isn't Mr. Xia the one who paints for our academy?" Ming Youyou asked in surprise.

"Yes, when Mr. Xia was on his way to the academy, he passed by this area and was moved by the kindness of the villagers. He not only painted the scene at that time, but also wrote down the reasons behind it."

Ming Youyou understood. Mr. Xia was a master in the painting world, and his every move was closely followed by scholars. It was normal to think this way.

She turned to Village Chief Guo and said, "Don't worry, this is a good thing. I guess more people will come to drink soup in the near future."

Village chief Guo couldn't understand the interests of scholars, but since Ming Youyou said it was a good thing, he just did it.

He asked Guo Yi to be in charge of the ginger soup stall. The scholars who came by were very envious of him because he was lucky enough to be painted by Mr. Xia. From time to time, they asked him to describe the scene of that day and asked, "Did Mr. Xia drink this kind of ginger soup at that time?"

Guo Yi was very honest, "We didn't know how to cook at that time, and there wasn't that much sugar that day."

The scholars immediately said, "We want that too."

Guo Yi had no choice but to add a lot more water.