Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

In the bamboo basket.

A pile of bamboo fungus that had been trampled to pieces.

Even many bamboo fungus that hadn't yet hatched were crushed.

Lu Qingyao felt a chill run down her spine.

"Who did it?"

The courtyard was completely silent.

When the villagers arrived, the people had already disappeared, suggesting that it wasn't the work of a single person.

The bamboo fungus in a large area of ​​bamboo forest in Taoxi Village has been destroyed.

It's obviously sabotage.

"Has Madam Lu recently made a grudge against someone?" someone asked.

Looking towards the sound, a bright-eyed old woman stood in the crowd.

It turned out to be Aunt Yang, the one who had asked her to help sell bamboo shoots last time.

Lu Qingyao smiled faintly, "Why does Aunt Yang ask that?"

"Everyone knows that half a month ago, Qiao'er's uncle caused a scene at your house, and you ended up sending him to jail. That's how the feud started. I heard that Chu's son-in-law was released recently..."

The villagers remembered it too.

The eldest sister-in-law of the Jiang family came to cause trouble yesterday; this is deliberate revenge!

Seeing the villagers start whispering, Granny Yang raised her voice again, "Madam Lu, could it be that your eldest sister-in-law is taking revenge for personal reasons? But she's targeting you, we haven't offended her..."

The villagers immediately became agitated.

“Master Lu, why don’t you help resolve this? Go talk to your sister-in-law and tell her to stop doing this. Those bamboo fungus haven’t done anything to offend them.”

"Look, what a fine bamboo fungus! What a waste!"

"Or you could report it to the authorities..."

Those damned bastards didn't just trample on bamboo fungus; they crushed huge sums of money!

It hurts even more than if someone stepped on you!

"Sister, I'm going to tear that old woman's mouth apart."

Even though Xiuxiu didn't recognize Granny Yang, she could tell that her words were pointed and malicious.

It was deliberately targeting my older sister.

Lu Qingyao pulled her back, looking at the villagers with warm smiles, "So, everyone's saying this whole thing started because of me? You're trying to blame me?"

The villagers waved their hands repeatedly, "No, no, that's not what we meant..."

Not content with stirring things up, Aunt Yang continued, "I just want to ask Madam Lu for help. Isn't your Miaomiao acquainted with the county magistrate's young master?"

Lu Qingyao laughed, practically implying that she was acquainted with the county magistrate.

Jiang Miaomiao suddenly heard that mean mother-in-law talking about her, and she immediately lost her composure.

Pointing in the direction of Granny Yang, she scolded in a cute but fierce tone, "Bad person...you...bad person...bullying my mother..."

"Bad guy... get out..."

The crowd, who were waiting for Lu Qingyao's reply, were drawn in by her sweet, childlike voice.

After she reminded me.

Suddenly I felt that what Aunt Yang said seemed to be directed at someone.

It's perfectly normal for neighborhood kids to play together.

Aunt Yang's thoughts.

They could even spot a baby who was less than a year old.

When the little child exposed her, Granny Yang blushed and shut her mouth.

Lu Qingyao hugged her daughter and stroked her little head to comfort her, "Miaomiao, be good, no one is bullying Mommy."

Then she heard her little girl whisper in her ear, "It was the dog... Uncle Dog who did it..."

Just now, Qiuqiu told her that in the middle of the night, Uncle Dog took a lot of people to the bamboo forest with torches, and they cut down bamboo shoots and trampled bamboo fungus when they saw them...

What a scumbag! He shouldn't have been let out.

"Mother knows, Mother knows!"

Lu Qingyao comforted her somewhat agitated little girl.

No one dared to say anything more, and one of them politely said, "Master Lu, please help us make a decision..."

After all, he's the son-in-law of the Jiang family; we can't just drag him over and beat him up.

Lu Qingyao smiled and said, "This is easy to handle..."

Everyone listened intently, their ears perked up.

"Since this matter originated from me and took place in Taoxi Village, I will stop accepting bamboo fungus from Taoxi Village. Seeing that they can't retaliate against me, those people will naturally stop causing trouble... They might just go to another village..."

Everyone's expressions immediately darkened.

He exclaimed in alarm, "Master Lu, you mustn't!"

This...this is like throwing the baby out with the bathwater!

It's all Aunt Yang's fault. Why did she have to talk about making enemies and causing trouble? Now look what's happened. Whether or not to buy bamboo fungus is just a matter of a person's word.

Cutting off someone's livelihood is like taking their life...

At that moment, Aunt Yang felt as if every gaze was a knife flying toward her.

It shrank back and slunk away...

The little toddler pointed at Granny Yang and cried out in a childish voice, "The bad guy... ran away..."

Everyone's brows twitched; this kid must be incredibly shrewd!

"There's no point in you all crowding around here. Do you think Master Lu can catch thieves for you? The bamboo fungus in Taoxi Village has been ruined, but other villages still have bamboo fungus. She's very busy..."

The voice of the village chief, Uncle Fu, came from behind.

Jiang Miaomiao saw her second brother follow her in.

So he went to invite someone; no wonder he was nowhere to be seen so early in the morning.

"Village Chief Jiang, what should we do?"

Even if we report it to the county magistrate, he probably won't care.

Things that grow in the mountains and forests are not private property, and since the culprit hasn't been caught, we don't know who to sue.

Uncle Fu stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, "These bamboo fungus grow every day. If those thieves haven't given up, they might go back tonight. Go before dark, and take plenty of strong men with you..."

We've already come this far.

To catch a thief and recover stolen goods, whether you report it to the authorities or beat the person up to vent your anger, you have to catch the thief first.

But everyone was a little scared.

"What if the other side has a large number of people, or bandits wielding large knives..."

Xiuxiu glanced at these people, "You just said you were looking for revenge against my sister... You're all a bunch of cowards..."

The villagers blushed with embarrassment at Xiuxiu's words.

If it really was someone Chu Yu found, then we should go and fight.

But what if they were bandits? There used to be bandits in this area, and it was only after the current county magistrate took office that they were wiped out.

In case there are any remaining.

Chu Yu usually associates with scoundrels and ruffians...

Lu Qingyao looked at Xiuxiu, "Fine! Xiuxiu, you go with them tonight!"

"Okay, sister, I'll go and meet them." If it's still that Chu Yu, I'll definitely break his legs.

The villagers looked at Xiuxiu suspiciously. Was she the only one there?

Although she knows some martial arts, she's just one person, and she's a young woman, so what good is that?

"Will this work? What if they outnumber us..."

Xiuxiu snorted, "Haven't you heard the saying 'to catch a thief, catch the king first'? No matter how many people there are, catching one is enough."

A bunch of opportunistic fools...

Having received the promise, everyone left happily.

"Qingyao, most of the villagers are illiterate and can't understand many things right now. Don't take it to heart," Uncle Fu advised.

He felt sorry for Jiang Yunze, saying that the Jiang family was fortunate to have such a daughter-in-law.

It's a pity that kid didn't know how to cherish it!

"Of course not." Lu Qingyao smiled and welcomed the village head into the hall. "Uncle Fu, I sent Yan'er to invite you. There's something I'd like to discuss with you..."

"You said."

"I want to get the villagers in Qingshi Town involved in the bamboo shoot and mushroom business..."

Uncle Fu didn't quite understand, "How do you do it?"

"Each household only needs to invest twenty taels of silver as capital, and every year thereafter they can receive interest according to the proportion..."

Uncle Fu's eyes lit up. "If I invest, can I receive a share every year after that? Does investing more mean I'll receive more?"