The Little Lucky Girl

The three of them thanked the waiter quietly and went straight to the mutton soup restaurant.

Mr. Luo was sitting at the table outside drinking soup and was seen by them at a glance.

Several people's eyes lit up, and as if they were afraid that he would run away, they rushed over and occupied the other three sides of the table, staring at him with sharp eyes.

Luo Xiucai was so scared that he almost dropped the bowl in his hand. He turned his head to look at the empty seats around him and looked at them vigilantly.

Zheng Huan smiled and bowed, saying, "Brother, are you Mr. Luo? We heard from the people in the bookstore that you are very good at writing storybooks, and we would like to ask for your advice."

The person opposite him relaxed a little, "So it's for the storybook..."

He said the word "book" loudly until he attracted the attention of everyone in the shop, then he whispered, "What did the people in the bookstore say about me?"

Ming Youyou and the others immediately understood what she meant and followed her loudly, "Mrs. Xu said that the stories you wrote are fascinating and lingering. If I don't read them for a day, I will lose my appetite."

"Every time before a book distribution, there would be people queuing up all night, and on the day of the distribution, the streets would be packed with people."

"The book has not only spread to the capital, but also to Daliang and Daqi. Everyone knows that there is a genius of this generation at the foot of Daqing Mountain."

"There are many women who admire your talent and swear to marry you..."

Ahem, ahem, Mr. Luo blushed and couldn't listen any more. He hurriedly stopped them and said, "You guys are quite suitable for writing storybooks. Do you have any ready ones?"

Several people immediately handed over their manuscripts.

Luo Xiucai didn't look at it right away, but knocked on the table and said, "Don't you want to eat something?"

The three of them didn't expect him to ask this, and subconsciously wondered if this man was going to rip them off. Lu Tai then tried to test them, "We're not hungry yet. If you want to eat anything else, just order it. We'll treat you."

"I don't need mine," Luo Xiucai waved his hands in anger, "You guys are occupying someone else's shop, isn't it appropriate for you not to buy food?"

"Mmm," Ming Youyou nodded vigorously in agreement. She was sitting closest to the mutton soup pot. The aroma rushed into her nose domineeringly, and her saliva was secreted uncontrollably. She didn't dare to speak.

Zheng Huan counted their money and said, "Then we should buy one bowl?"

Seeing Luo Xiucai staring at him, Zheng Huan gritted his teeth and said, "Then give me three bowls."

Only then did Mr. Luo pick up their manuscript paper and read it.

The one manning the mutton soup stall today was Miss Zhang. She knew Ming Youyou, so she served them plenty of soup, especially Lu Tai's bowl.

She also enthusiastically helped to bring the bowl over and glanced at Lu Tai a few more times.

Mr. Luo's face darkened suddenly, and when he was reading the storybook again, he only spoke to Zheng Huan and ignored Lu Tai's questions.

Ming Youyou glanced at him, then at Miss Zhang, and thinking of the gossip she had heard before, she covered her mouth and chuckled, then lowered her head and concentrated on drinking her soup.

Luo Xiucai read the storybook for a while, then looked up at the three people carefully and asked, "Is this your story?"

Before they could say anything, he pointed at the name inside and asked, "Does this person have a grudge against you?"

The three of them nodded in unison, and Ming Youyou said excitedly, "You're really amazing. You can even see this?"

"You wrote so bluntly, you're just short of scolding me. Only a fool wouldn't be able to see that." Luo Xiucai sneered, "You young men are really brave. Aren't you afraid that this person will retaliate against you?"

Zheng Huan thought for a moment and said, "Her arms can't reach that far."

Luo Xiucai said, "You are obviously writing about an official family and the secret affairs of the imperial court. Most bookstore owners are afraid of causing trouble and probably won't publish your books."

"How can that be possible?" The three people were a little anxious now. How could they achieve their small goal of making the whole world know about it if they couldn't publish a book?

"So you have to write 70% true and 30% false, so that people who know this person will feel that this story seems to be about her, but maybe not about her. This is the only way to be safe."

After learning from the teacher, they found out that there is a trick to everything.

Ming Youyou's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said excitedly, "What else, what else?"

Luo Xiucai coughed lightly and said, "At your age, are you full just by drinking a bowl of soup?"

Zheng Huan took out all the money and said, "Three more pancakes, no four."

Luo Xiucai then continued, "Do you still want to sell the book to the storyteller and ask him to help you spread the story? Then the language cannot be too concise, it must be vivid, so that people can hear it as if they have seen it with their own eyes; there must also be suspense, and hooks must be placed from time to time to lead people to want to listen further..."

Unfortunately, the four pancakes could only allow them to attend the class for a quarter of an hour longer, but it was enough for the rookies.

The three of them walked back with their heads almost full and their stomachs already full, feeling unsatisfied.

Feng Xu was alone at home and didn't eat much for lunch, so he left his stomach empty waiting for them to bring back some delicious food.

Seeing a few people coming from afar, he immediately ran over with the basket.

He found that they all had nothing in their hands. He approached them in disbelief and sniffed them. He immediately shouted angrily, "Okay, you all ate mutton soup, but you didn't bring me anything."

Lu Tai took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to him with a flattering smile, "It's not that we have nothing. We also bought you a sesame cake."

Feng Xu was so angry. How could mutton soup and sesame cake be the same?

Seeing him running around with his nose almost smoking, the others quickly promised that he would be the one to go to the county town next time, and only then did his resentment subside a little.

Feng Xu bit into the sesame cake and asked, "What did Luo Xiucai say?"

Lu Tai said: "It's a very thorough explanation, but it's a bit expensive."

Zheng Huan said: "We ate the food we bought with our own money, so he didn't take advantage of us. But the food cost a lot, so if we want to ask him for advice again, we probably need to bring more money."

Although Ming Youyou enjoyed the meal very much at that time, she felt sorry for their money afterwards, so she thought for a while and said, "If we can get Sister Zhang to say something good for us, Mr. Luo will probably teach us."

The gossip in Feng Xu's eyes suddenly ignited, "What do you mean, is there something going on between these two? Tell me quickly."

Lu Tai said: "My guess is that Mr. Luo loves Miss Zhang, but the Zhang family disagrees."

He suffered an unexpected disaster today, and it was hard for him to ignore the obvious discriminatory treatment from Mr. Luo.

"How do you know you disagree?"

"I saw Miss Zhang's father staring at her from the back kitchen. He didn't look very happy with Luo Xiucai. Look, he was sitting so close to Miss Zhang, but he couldn't even say a word to her."

Ming Youyou also tried hard to recall the gossip she had heard, but she couldn't remember much. "It seems that Sister Zhang's father has conditions for marrying off his daughter."

"Does it require a lot of dowry?" the three asked curiously.

"It seems not, I can't remember clearly." Ming Youyou scratched his head, "But it doesn't matter, I'll go to the village to ask around tomorrow."

There are a few women in every village who are very magical. They know all the gossip in the surrounding villages and seem very sure when they talk about it, as if it happened right in front of them.