Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

Summer night.

The night after the rain,

The heat of summer has not lessened in the slightest.

The charcoal fire made the room as hot as a fireplace.

The bamboo fungus on the bamboo sieve faintly emits a fragrance.

Strangely enough, the fragrance is fine at night, but it attracts insects during the day.

Jiang Miaomiao sat on a small futon, idly playing with small bamboo tubes, putting them inside one by one and taking them out one by one.

Have fun.

I glanced at my mother and Aunt Xiuxiu.

Oh dear! She's already done her best.

There was no other way; she was already trying very hard to grow up and wanted to be a useful little baby.

To ensure a balanced diet, it is important to supplement with protein.

She not only eats milk tablets and drinks goat milk, but also eats refined grains and minced meat, as well as fruit and vegetable egg custard.

As a result, he ate himself into a glutinous rice ball.

White and round.

The little hands and calves had become like lotus root segments.

She was a little worried, wondering whether women in this era considered plumpness or thinness to be beautiful.

However, the young women and wives in Qing Shi Town all seem to be quite thin.

I don't know if she's lost weight from starvation or if it's just the current fashion trend here.

Lu Qingyao and Xiuxiu carried bamboo fungus and roasted it over the fire, glancing at her every now and then.

Seeing that she was sitting obediently, he continued with what he was doing.

Jiang Miaomiao knew that her mother was preventing her from getting close to the stove again.

There's no other way but to stay away from sharp blades, open flames, and boiling water.

This is what every mother expects of her child.

This holds true both in ancient and modern times.

Even she herself is still shaken.

She sat obediently on the prayer mat, watching them intently, staying within her mother's sight and not causing her any trouble.

To prevent the bamboo fungus from roasting unevenly, it needs to be flipped over from time to time.

This task fell to the eldest brother.

Under the heat of the charcoal fire, fine beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of all three.

Sitting by a fire in the sweltering summer heat is pure torture!

Jiang Miaomiao looked towards the door.

She thought that if she gestured with the bamboo tube, her second brother would understand as always.

As a result, the second brother glanced at the stove and then quickly went out.

They haven't come back yet, even after quite a while.

Does Second Brother understand or not?

Jiang Miaomiao is waiting online...

The second brother appeared at the door.

They came in carrying several bamboo baskets, bottomless bamboo baskets.

He must have cut off the bottom of the basket.

He placed the basket in front of his mother and took the bamboo fungus from her hands.

"Mother, put the charcoal stove in the bamboo basket, and then put the bamboo sieve on top of the basket, so you won't have to carry it around all the time."

"What a brilliant idea! What a clever child!" Xiuxiu, whose arms were already sore from carrying the food, was overjoyed.

He quickly did as his second brother suggested.

He wiped away sweat while rubbing his elbows.

Little Miaomiao has started to admire her second brother.

Isn't this just a crude version of a baking basket?

This roasting method is surprisingly similar to charcoal roasting of tea.

My second brother not only understood it, but he also applied it in practice.

This thing seems pretty amazing.

Charcoal roasting is a mentally and physically demanding, time-consuming and laborious craft in modern times.

Because traditional craftsmanship has been replaced by mechanization, charcoal roasting can no longer be mass-produced, making it impossible to maximize profits.

They're almost buried by the torrent of time.

In this context, it has become the most convenient and efficient method.

This freed up my mother and aunt's hands; all they had to do was add charcoal to the stove regularly and turn the bamboo fungus over from time to time.

Lu Qingyao wiped her sweat. "How did Yan'er come up with this idea? It works really well. From now on, we can roast bamboo fungus like this."

Jiang Ziyan scratched his head sheepishly, "Mother, I only came up with this idea after seeing my sister's bamboo tube. It's all thanks to my sister."

His mother wasn't the type to spank her child, but she also wouldn't easily praise him.

It is extremely rare to see someone boast so openly today.

However, it was indeed his sister who told him, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of this method.

Lu Qingyao then remembered that her little girl had just been gesturing with a bamboo tube in front of her.

My son is definitely the smartest!

Everyone present saw it; only he could come up with this method.

But the younger daughter is even smarter...

Hearing her second brother say that, Jiang Miaomiao felt all eyes on her.

Then came a barrage of praise.

"Miaomiao is so amazing, she even helps her mother with her worries now."

"Miaomiao is so smart."

"My little sister is so good..."

Jiang Miaomiao: "..."

You've run out of words to praise them, yet you still keep praising them!

It seems that Mother has grasped the essence of charcoal-roasted mushrooms, and the little baby can now retire and continue nursing.

After studying it for a while, Lu Qingyao felt that this method was indeed good.

It's easy to control the heat and doesn't easily damage the mushrooms, saving time, effort, and worry.

Not just bamboo fungus, but all dried mushrooms can be roasted this way.

No need to worry about where to dry bamboo fungus on cloudy or rainy days.

The next morning.

It was still dark, and the roosters had not yet crowed.

Jiang Miaomiao was then taken out of bed by her mother.

The baby was too sleepy to open his eyes and was whimpering.

Until her mother dressed her in little clothes and pants, fed her, and changed her diaper.

I woke up when I smelled the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.

Aunt Xiuxiu had already prepared breakfast for them. Today, the older brothers finished their day off and were going to school.

Xiao Miaomiao has a habit of sleeping in late, and she's still a bit drowsy right now.

Sitting on a small stool, swinging her legs.

Holding a white steamed bun in his hand, he put it in his mouth, took a big bite, and chewed slowly.

As he chewed, his head drooped and his hands went limp.

Little Miaomiao fell asleep leaning against the little chair with a steamed bun in her mouth.

"Pfft~~"

Jiang Ziyan burst out laughing.

Jiang Miaomiao was awakened by the laughter.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw four pairs of bright, piercing eyes staring at her.

Getting up this early is one thing, but why do I have to be watched while I'm sleeping?

Is she ugly?

Are you drooling?

She is still very conscious of her image.

The little baby stretched out her hands, pouting, and rushed into her mother's arms.

Lu Qingyao gently stroked the little tuft of hair on Miaomiao's head, soothing her, "Is Miaomiao still sleepy? How about Auntie carries you to sleep?"

Before the little baby could even utter a sound, her mother had already tied her to Aunt Xiuxiu's back.

Looks like today will be another busy day.

After breakfast, the whole family went about their own business.

My mother and aunt first went to a bamboo weaving shop in town to have a bamboo baking basket custom-made by the shopkeeper.

"Manager Zhu, please order one hundred bamboo baskets for me." As she spoke, Lu Qingyao handed the manager the blueprints for the bamboo baskets.

She drew the blueprints overnight, going through several versions before finally using the one her little girl chose.

It was drawn based on her halting, babyish voice.

"a hundred!"

Manager Zhu, fearing he had misheard, confirmed again, "Does Master Lu intend to order one hundred of these bamboo cages?"

"Yes, can you do it?"

"Yes, yes, of course I can do it..." Manager Zhu hurriedly took the blueprints, his face beaming with joy.

Then Mother said, "Manager Zhu, I need these bamboo cages urgently. Could you deliver them within seven days, and deliver a batch within three days?"

Jiang Miaomiao saw that Manager Zhu's smiling face froze, his mouth wide open.

Mother asked again, "Manager Zhu, can you accept it?"

"Yes...of course it is." It has to be possible, even if it seems impossible!

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I will deliver the goods on time and won't delay your important business."

Manager Zhu smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits, and agreed without hesitation.

This Mr. Lu was a big customer of his, often coming to the shop to buy bamboo baskets to hold bamboo shoots and mushrooms.

The orders placed at his shop in the past six months are equivalent to several years' worth of his business.

Jiang Miaomiao felt that her mother had boosted another industry in Qingshi Town.

First came bamboo shoots, dried bamboo shoots, and pickled bamboo shoots, and then mushrooms.

This time it's bamboo weaving again.

It has almost revitalized the bamboo industry in Qinghe County.

I'm afraid they'll be gone as soon as they step out the door.

This shopkeeper Zhu is about to search all over Qinghe County for bamboo basket weavers...