The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou tiptoed into the study and said to Magistrate Tao, "Sir, I'm here to hand in my homework."

This was one of the requirements for her to attend the academy, and she had to complete three large-character essays every day.

Magistrate Tao saw her take out a pile of leaves and put them on the table. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "Didn't I give you paper?"

"They all went to Zheng Huan and the others," Ming Youyou said generously, "They have new ideas recently and have to write a lot every day."

"Oh, are you going to write a storybook again?" Lord Tao laughed. He knew that several people's works were rejected by Madam Xu. "What are you going to write this time? Tell me, I want to see if it will tarnish the reputation of Sanjing Sanren."

"They want to write a story about finding relatives. Don't worry, they have asked a lot of people this time and have accumulated a lot of content."

Magistrate Tao nodded, "Okay, I'll wait and see." He picked up a leaf and flipped it over. "Your idea is not bad. Did you come up with it yourself?"

Ming Youyou scratched his head. "I guess so. I heard that there is a place that uses palm tree leaves to write scriptures, so I followed suit."

Magistrate Tao laughed. "The palm leaf scriptures were written with an iron pen or a knife, and then dry carbon powder was applied to make the words appear. They were not written directly with ink like you did. But you did hit the jackpot."

He looked at it carefully and said with disdain: "Some characters are still missing some parts, let's keep practicing. Hey, wait, the color of the ink is not right."

He held the leaf up to the sunlight and saw tiny specks of gold on the ink.

"You added gold dust?" He felt something was wrong after he said that. The kid didn't have any money. "Then what did you add?"

"It's the sap of the tree. Drill a hole in the trunk and soon yellow water will flow out."

Magistrate Tao was puzzled, "Why are you drilling holes for no reason?"

Ming Youyou complained, "It's because the ink is too expensive." An ink stick would be gone in just a few days, and there were four people who needed to write.

In order to find a suitable substitute, she tried a lot of things, from mud water to grass juice, and she tried all the plants around her home.

Seeing that Magistrate Tao was staring at her endlessly, she seemed to understand something and said, "Sir, I will bring you some next time. The juice is slippery and only needs a little ink. It is very economical."

Magistrate Tao smiled. He really liked it. "Then thank you in advance."

Then he sighed deeply again, "No matter what the gift is, it still has to touch the heart of the other party. I don't know what the King of Amosu likes."

"It's been several days, and you still haven't decided what to give me." Ming Youyou felt that Lord Tao was being too slow. "If I really can't think of anything, then just give me money."

"My father once said that as long as you spend enough money, the other party will always be satisfied. Otherwise, you can be like the king in the story and make a life-size horse out of gold and give it to them."

County Magistrate Tao laughed angrily, "You are so generous. If I were so rich, would I be so worried?"

"Also, you can't just listen to half of the story." He said with narrowed eyes.

Ming Youyou thought for a while before remembering what the story was about. Oh, the king was destroyed because of his extravagance...

"Hehe," she smiled flatteringly, fearing that Magistrate Tao would give her more homework, "Well, a full-length horse is indeed too wasteful, but we can make it the size of a palm and put it on the desk for fun."

Magistrate Tao was about to laugh at her for being such a playful kid, but he suddenly sat up straight and thought, "We can give it a try. I heard that the king had a horse that had been with him since childhood, but it is now very old. If we make a few in the image of that horse..."

The frown on his face these past few days finally relaxed a little, and he was in the mood to joke, "How did you come up with this idea in your little head?"

Ming Youyou raised her head and said, "I really want to. Look at the book in your hand. If it were as big as a palm, wouldn't it be very cute?"

Lord Tao glared, "Then you can only write one word on each page. What's the point of such a book?"

He thought it would be better not to study the child's idea and to ask someone to make the horse first, so Ming Youyou was asked to leave the study.

She groaned in anger and said to the system, "Please contact Uncle Qu for me. I want to buy one less and not send it to Master Tao."

A few days ago, Mrs. Tao and her sister came back from riding horses. Because the saddles were uncomfortable, the skin on their thighs was rubbed and it was very inconvenient for them to walk.

Ming Youyou recalled a video she had seen before. The saddles in the video were much better than the ones here.

She has been studying hard recently and has received a lot of reward points, so I decided to buy one for both of them since I am a bit wealthy.

But since Mrs. Tao has given one, shouldn’t Lord Tao also give one? Come to think of it, he really cares about everyone. Forget it, let’s just add one more.

Then she found the Mengxiang Studio, but was shocked when she saw the price, "Why is it so expensive?"

The system said: "Didn't you see how much silver was used on it, and the agate and turquoise inlaid on it, not to mention the engraving skills on it, which are more valuable than these real objects."

But she really liked it, so after thinking about it, she bit the bullet and sent a message to the person in charge, asking: "I want to buy three pairs, can you give me a discount? I don't have enough points."

The person in charge, Qu Zhiqiang, recognized the other party’s ID at a glance and was very excited.

He had heard of this little girl and knew that she lived in another world, which meant that they still rode horses there.

Because he loves horses, he chose the career of making saddles.

But nowadays people live in cities, surrounded by tall buildings, and grasslands have become a place they only think of occasionally for leisure.

Even if you actually arrive at the grassland, it is rare to see horses galloping freely. More often than not, you will see them taking people in circles in fenced areas, or becoming props for group photos.

He himself hadn't ridden a horse for a long time, but he hoped that the saddle he made with his own hands could be placed on a free horse, and they could gallop together on the grassland.

He replied: "Sure, I'll give you a discount, how many points do you have?"

He sells it for any number of points.

Ming Youyou started to choose happily. There were hundreds of saddles, and each one was beautiful, but also a bit similar. When she looked at the ones behind, she forgot the ones before and didn't know how to choose.

"Can we look at them together?" she asked.

Qu Zhiqiang thought about it and processed the screen so that all the saddles were displayed together.

Ming Youyou looked at the saddle that had shrunk 100 times and exclaimed, "Wow, it's so cute. I want it too."

Finally, she selected three pairs with great difficulty, and said reluctantly: "Uncle, can you make them this small? I think it will be fun."

Qu Zhiqiang was shocked when he heard this. He stared at the screen blankly for a while and murmured, "It's so small..."