The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou stuffed a candy into her mouth and walked back slowly.

She had just been lectured by Village Chief Guo, who told her not to be so loose in the future.

Craftsmanship is very valuable, so it must be kept secret, and she understands this.

For example, the best facial creams in her family were always made by her grandfather who would lock himself in a small room and no one was allowed to enter.

But the skill of making letter bean candy was taught to her by the research institute. Not only was it explained in great detail in the video, but there were also people ready to answer her questions at any time, as if they were afraid that she would not be able to learn it.

She was a little confused and asked the system: "Aren't they afraid that their skills will be passed on to others and they will not be able to make money in the future?"

The system said: "The world we live in has passed the difficult stage of slow material creation. Humans can choose from thousands of jobs, each of which can make their lives rich, so everyone does not care about the spread of skills."

Ming Youyou felt envious, and felt that the people there were like wealthy gentlemen. "So it's okay if I teach others?"

“Of course, the academy’s courses are designed to help more people learn them, so that these precious skills will not be lost and will have a chance to be revitalized.”

She was shocked when she heard this, "How could there be no one to learn this skill to make money?" That would be such a waste of money.

"Some skills require a lot of effort to learn. It may take a lifetime to do it well. Not everyone can calm down and learn."

"Moreover, in the past, many skills were only passed down to the descendants of the family," the system said with some regret, "If there are no descendants, or if the descendants cannot learn, the skills may be lost."

Ming Youyou understood what this meant, because her grandfather always said that her mother and she were both stupid and couldn't even memorize a medical book, so he would have to take all these skills with him to his grave.

Her mother really doesn't have that kind of talent. As for Ming Youyou, she thinks the medical classics are so boring that she feels sleepy when reading them. Anyway, her mother is there to support her, so she is just a bystander and can be lazy as long as she can.

But if her excellent facial cream were to be discontinued in the future, she felt that not only would she cry, but many of her customers who liked her products would also cry.

Otherwise, she should study hard in the future.

"What if you can't learn it even if you try hard?" The system was rarely naughty.

Ming Youyou frowned and thought for a while, "Then find a smart son-in-law and have a few more children in the future, so that one of them will learn it."

System:...I think that’s what your mother thought back then.

Ming Youyou walked across the small bridge and saw Zheng Huan and his friends working in the fields with their hats on and their trousers rolled up. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to tell them apart from the villagers.

She waved to the three of them and shouted, "I'm back with some candy for you."

Feng Xu ran over first, and Ming Youyou could smell a foul odor from a distance.

"Why do you stink so much?" she said, covering her nose.

"How can the fields not smell after applying fertilizer today?" Feng Xu wiped the sweat from his face with his arm.

Although they tried their best to farm, they had no experience after all, and the crops grew sparsely and listlessly. In some places, there were more grass than wheat.

The elders in the village couldn't bear to see this, so they sent their children and grandchildren to teach them, and also sent some manure.

It was manure! The three of them vomited as soon as they smelled it. Feng Xu ran away immediately. Lu Tai also didn't want to use it, but Zheng Huan insisted on applying it to the fields.

Since the other two people didn't help, he went to mix the fertilizer alone with a pale face. He couldn't stand the fumes anymore, so he went to vomit nearby, and then came back to do it.

What else could they do? They could only hold their noses and follow along.

When Ming Youyou heard that they all vomited, she found a piece of sweet grass and handed it to him, "Chew this and rinse your mouth. Are you all right now?"

"It's okay. I got used to it after spitting it out. Now it doesn't smell that bad anymore."

Feng Xu's hands were covered in mud, so he opened his mouth wide and motioned Ming Youyou to throw a candy into his mouth first.

She took out a few and held them in her hand, then chose the ugliest one and gave it to him.

Feng Xu didn't see the sugar's appearance until he had eaten it. He screamed in horror: "Isn't this the thing you pinched? You, you, you are giving me mud to eat."

Ming Youyou thought he was too stupid, so she rolled her eyes at him, then picked a good-looking one and ate it herself.

Zheng Huan and Lu Tai went to the river to wash their hands first, and then came to see her candy. They were surprised and said, "You really made it."

Ming Youyou puffed out her chest and told them the process of making candy.

Lu Tai picked up a piece and tasted it carefully, saying, "This candy has a good meaning. I have to experience the feeling of 'chewing on words'."

Feng Xu stuffed several pieces of paper in his mouth and said vaguely, "If the teacher calls me 'uneducated' again in the future, I will eat all the words in front of him."

Ming Youyou also repeated what the village chief said.

Zheng Huan asked her, "What are you planning?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Stir-frying beans and boiling sugar require the right temperature, and grinding beans and pulling sugar bags require strength. We can't do these. If the village chief's family is willing, let them do it."

Zheng Huan said: "This word candy is a new thing, even in the capital it has never been seen. Although it is not convenient for us to make it, we can consider helping to sell it."

Lu Tai also said: "The candy has the Chinese character for happiness on it. Rich families like this kind of auspicious things the most, so the price is easy to negotiate."

Zheng Huan continued, "Last time you said that Madam Tao was going to open a store in the county town, why don't you send some gifts to congratulate her?"

The three of them looked at each other and laughed together.

Ming Youyou nodded, "Then I will go to see Madam Tao tomorrow."

She tightened the mouth of the bag containing the candy and planned to take the remaining candy as a gift.

Feng Xu, who had just washed his hands and rushed back to grab two more pieces to eat: ...

When Village Chief Guo heard that Ming Youyou was planning to let his family do this business, he immediately said that it was impossible.

He had already asked his son and daughter-in-law, and they said that even if they knew the steps, they would not be able to accomplish it all at once without Ming Youyou's guidance.

If the two of them were to rely on themselves to figure it out, there's no telling how many times they would have to try. They might even give up after a few tries because they feel bad about wasting money.

Village Chief Guo then realized that the tricks here could be used to support a store, and even passed on to children and grandchildren, so his family could not get involved.

But Ming Youyou was willing to do it, and told the village chief that if he wanted to do it, he could just go ahead and they would be responsible for selling it.

Village chief Guo refused several times, but when he saw that the child was truly sincere, he agreed.

He was extremely happy. His family would have more income in the future and he wouldn't have to worry about finding buyers. This was truly a godsend.

He looked at the sky and said to Ming Youyou who brought him the pie, "It's a little late today. Wait until grandpa prepares it tomorrow. We'll prepare some delicious dishes and treat you to a good meal."

"Not tomorrow. I have to go to the county government office to look for someone."

"Then I'll ask your uncle Dalang to drive you there in a bullock cart."

Early the next morning, Ming Youyou, who had just woken up, saw Village Chief Guo squatting at the door. "Good morning, Second Grandpa, how long have you been here?" His beard was wet with dew.

Could Village Chief Guo say that he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night and came here at dawn?

He laughed and said, "Hurry up and pack your things. Grandpa will take you to the county town."

"Didn't Uncle Dalang say he would send me there?"

"Grandpa drives more steadily than your uncle Dalang. I'll take you there."