The Little Lucky Girl

The system said: "The Star Alliance is not short of metals such as gold and silver. If you have gems, they might be interested."

Ming Youyou didn't dare to say anything. She had only seen the gems occasionally and had never even touched them.

System: "The Star Alliance is afraid that if too many advanced civilizations are introduced into your world, it will disrupt your own development rhythm, causing unimaginable destruction and turmoil."

Ming Youyou was completely confused. "But, but what you taught me are all very good things. They can be used to make delicious and beautiful things, and they can also be exchanged for money."

"That is something more powerful than anything you have ever seen. It can allow a person or a country to quickly become more powerful than others, such as better weapons and more wealth."

"Isn't that great?" Ming Youyou muttered softly. If she had these, no one would dare to bully her, and no other country would dare to bully them, Dayu.

"And then?" the system asked, "Now that you're stronger, will you think of bullying us back?"

"People's ambitions and desires will continue to increase with their strength." The system said, "Especially when the strength grows too fast and the corresponding moral and ethical constraints have not yet been perfected."

For the Star Alliance, it was just a coincidence that the system chose a certain person from a certain country. They should not bring disaster to people from other countries because of this experimental contact. Facing everyone in this world, they should at least respect them equally.

"The Star Alliance advocates the principle of 'selective communication and as little interference as possible'," the system said, "and one of the current testing methods is that if you, the host, can learn a certain skill, it means that this is the level of your productivity that can be achieved, and you can communicate and learn."

Ming Youyou thought about these words seriously, and somehow she thought of the scene of her feeding the chickens in the morning. The Star Alliance was like the person watching the chicken coop, and their country was like those chickens.

"Why do I feel like the Star Alliance is like a high and mighty master?" She muttered in a low voice with some dissatisfaction.

The system flashed a smile, "Thinking from different standpoints and heights, naturally the perspectives on things are also different. The Star Alliance was established not long ago, and many aspects are still being explored. But they have opened a back door. How much useful things you can learn depends on your efforts, host."

Ming Youyou suddenly felt as if a heavy mountain had fallen from her shoulders. Thinking about the thousands of courses in the Intangible Cultural Heritage Research Institute alone, she felt pressure and urgency for the first time, and even became much quieter during dinner.

Seeing her finish her usual portion with a serious expression and add another half bowl of rice to herself, everyone wondered, "Are you okay? Why are you eating so much today?"

Ming Youyou sighed and said, "Nothing, I just suddenly realized that I am very important. I have to take care of myself. There are still many things waiting for me to do."

Zheng Huan and the other two paused while eating. Thinking of Ming Youyou making money to support them, he picked up a piece of food and handed it to her with a guilty conscience, "Then eat more."

Old Man Ming thought that maybe what he said in the kitchen put pressure on the child, so he scooped a spoonful of vegetables for her and said, "Eat slowly. If it's not enough, grandpa will make more for you."

Grandpa Yang looked at her bulging belly and was about to scold her, but then he thought that it was New Year's Day after all, so she could eat if she wanted to. It would be a lesson for her if she felt uncomfortable after eating too much. At worst, he would make her a bowl of digestive water later.

Under everyone's caring gaze, Ming Youyou returned to her room burping, holding a bowl of warm hawthorn water.

She climbed onto the bed, wrapped herself in a small quilt and said to the system: "Let's get started. I want to study."

Then I watched the video and slowly, slowly fell asleep.

In the next few days, for some reason, she felt sleepy whenever she saw a video. Not only did she stop studying, she even clicked on the videos less and less, even though they were still very interesting.

The system said: "You are frightened by the pressure and have an escapist mentality. I suggest you find someone to talk to. Once you figure it out, everything will be fine."

Ming Youyou felt that since it was related to study, he had to find the most knowledgeable person to ask for advice, so he went to the back mountain to meet Zong Lao when the academy was back to school.

"You really don't know why you can live so long?"

The winter weather is not kind to the elderly. The elder wore thick clothes and even spoke slowly. "How long a person can live is determined by God. If I can understand this secret, I will be a saint if not a god."

"But I have a lot of things to read. If I don't live long, how can I learn them all?" Ming Youyou said sadly.

"Haha, life is not even a hundred years long, but we always worry about a thousand years. You have a good desire to learn, but unfortunately you are a little greedy," the old man yawned. "There are countless written books in this world, not to mention the knowledge that has not been recorded. So it is impossible to learn everything. You just need to choose the part that interests you, understand it thoroughly, and make the most of your life."

"That won't work," Ming Youyou frowned and said, "If I don't learn it, I won't be able to teach others, and everyone won't be able to live a good life with it."

"Then why not let someone who knows how to teach?" The elder said with a laugh, "Are you the only one who understands this knowledge?"

"I'm really the only one who understands this." Ming Youyou said seriously.

Elder Zong opened his half-closed eyes and looked at Ming Youyou's serious face. "Okay, even if you are the only one who understands, it depends on how you want to teach. If you want to teach someone to be specialized, you must be proficient yourself; if you want to teach someone to be broad, just point out the direction. Just like although I can't make fried dough twists myself, I know the steps. After I tell you, you will be able to make it, right?"

Ming Youyou's eyes lit up, "What if I point out the direction and others still don't know how to do it?"

"The master leads you to the door, but it's up to you to practice. If he studies hard but doesn't understand, it proves that this knowledge is not meant for him, and you don't have to force it." The elder said, "Look, I have taught so many students in my life, but only one or two of them can truly inherit my teachings."

“But this doesn’t mean that other people are mediocre,” he said with a smile. “Everyone has his own destiny. It’s just that his path is not where I am.”

Ming Youyou went down the mountain thoughtfully.

She went straight to the home of Carpenter Liu in the village.

"Brother Liu, I want a flower mold, can you make it?"

Carpenter Liu smiled and said, "Are you talking about the molds used to make pasta? I have some at home. See if you can use them."

After saying that, he went back to the house and found a few for her.

Ming Youyou poked it with her hand and said, "These are the ones with patterns on one side. I want the ones with patterns on both sides. Can you make them?"