Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

"Three hundred taels!"

One hundred taels is too little.

Jiang Yunhu pondered for a moment and then spoke.

He never thought about becoming rich or powerful.

All I ask for is for my family to live in harmony and happiness, and for me to be content with a modest life.

"Father, Mother, let's just have five hundred taels. Auntie is only letting us invest so much because she's taking care of us."

When Jiang Qiao'er returned from work, she heard about it as she passed the village entrance.

Other households only contribute twenty taels each.

My aunt also said that it's based on the score.

Five hundred taels of silver, that's definitely a lot for her family.

They will receive more next year.

My aunt gave so much because she was thinking of their family.

Jiang Yunhu and his wife exchanged glances, seemingly agreeing. "Then let's do as Qiao'er says!"

The couple discovered that their daughter's personality had changed a lot and she had become much bolder since she started learning accounting from her younger siblings.

They've started to have their own ideas about what they say and do.

But it's good this way; being a little tougher means you won't be bullied after you get married.

Jiang Qiao'er lowered her eyes and realized that the baby in her arms was gone.

"Woooooooo..."

The sound of a baby crying came from the small dining table.

The baby, who had somehow slipped out of Jiang Qiao'er's arms, was now sitting on a small stool next to Jiang Wenxuan, swinging its little legs.

He was gnawing on Jiang Wenxuan's chicken leg.

Her little tuft of hair swayed back and forth, and her little mouth was glistening with oil.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wenxuan, who was three years older than her, could only raise his mouth and howl.

Lu Qingyao's eyebrows twitched. She went over, picked up the baby, and returned the chicken leg to Xiao Wenxuan.

The little boy then stopped crying.

Jiang Miaomiao pouted and looked at her mother. The chicken legs at her uncle's house were delicious and flavorful, while the ones at home didn't suit her taste.

She even suspected that no salt had been added.

"Guoguo's chicken drumsticks...so delicious..."

Lu Qingyao pinched the bridge of her nose. Could it be that she hadn't fed the baby enough?

The little guy actually stole other people's food.

Everyone laughed at her appearance.

It turns out that Little Tiger Girl needs to be trained from a young age. Compared to Little Miaomiao, Jiang Wenxuan seems to be a bit weaker.

Judging from this, he'll probably be afraid of his wife in the future.

Liu Yuniang secretly thought that she should let her son play with Xiao Miaomiao more often and learn her fierce spirit.

Jiang Miaomiao had no idea that just because she snatched a chicken leg, she gained a little snotty follower by her side.

That night, Jiang Miaomiao ate too much and vomited.

Lu Qingyao secretly resolved to control her little girl's diet.

If I keep eating, I'll turn into a ball.

You don't even need to carry her, she can just roll around!

The baby didn't sleep well, and the whole night was filled with the howling of ghosts on the back hill.

Lu Qingyao didn't sleep at all.

"Dong dong dong..."

At dawn, there was a knock on Jiang Miaomiao's door.

The village was bustling with activity. The people who went out to catch the thief had returned, as had the eldest brother, the second brother, and Aunt Xiuxiu.

Jiang Miaomiao was wrapped up like a ball and nestled in her mother's arms.

He stared blankly at everything outside the door.

Suddenly I snapped awake.

The area outside the door was full of people holding torches.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

Something was thrown on the ground, making a groaning sound.

"You're the ones who did this to these people?"

Lu Qingyao looked at the people lying on the ground, one by one, as if they had been torn apart by wild animals.

The clothes were stained with blood.

She quickly covered her little girl's eyes.

Looking at the villagers' expressions, some were gleeful, others were terrified...

Through her fingers, Jiang Miaomiao saw the dog uncle, who was in the lead, clutching his buttocks and groaning in pain.

His face was contorted into a grimace.

"Sister, these people brought this on themselves. We didn't even lift a finger, and they're already in this state. You could say we're their saviors!"

Aunt Xiuxiu walked through the crowd toward them.

The eldest brother, the second brother, and Jiang Xiaobai followed behind.

The villagers immediately made way for them.

Lu Qingyao realized that what they were afraid of was Jiang Xiaobai.

The little white wolf's snow-white fur gleamed in the firelight. Wagging its tail, it walked over with an air of nonchalance.

It stopped at Lu Qingyao's feet, rubbed against her leg, and let out a soft "Awoo..."

The villagers shrank back.

The person on the ground trembled.

"Sister, what should we do with these people?" Xiuxiu asked.

"Uncle Fu said they look like bandits who hid in the deep mountains a few years ago. If they really are, then we'll have done a great service!"

Lu Qingyao glanced at the people on the ground. There were about ten of them. None of them were missing any limbs, but it seemed that some of their flesh had been bitten off.

"Send them all to the government office!"

Since they are bandits, they are subject to the judgment of the law.

After the villagers left, Aunt Xiuxiu told her mother about what had happened on the mountain.

Jiang Miaomiao started eavesdropping again.

It turned out to be Jiang Xiaobai, who started howling as soon as he arrived on the mountain.

Then they went to the bamboo forest and saw from afar a pack of wolves surrounding the bandits.

They didn't dare go over.

The group of people were only brought back after the wolves left.

As dawn approached, the family took a long nap.

I was suddenly startled awake by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

Jiang Miaomiao's sweet dream was disturbed, and she glared angrily at the door, her little face puffed up like a round bun.

The two brothers poked at it with their fingers, "Little Miaomiao is angry... hahaha..."

My little sister hasn't cried much since she learned to talk, but she has a lot of expressive faces.

My second brother drew them all and bound them into a book.

They also gave a copy to Madam Cui.

Then Jiang Miaomiao saw her two older brothers taking a break and holding her sketchbook, laughing like idiots.

The little baby put on a serious face and stared intently at the doorway.

When I opened the door, it was Sister Qiao'er.

"Auntie...Auntie...they're fighting again..."

Jiang Qiao'er was panting heavily, sweat beading on her forehead, and could barely speak.

"Take your time, don't rush!" Lu Qingyao had a vague guess in her mind.

"My aunt and cousin came again. As soon as they arrived, they asked my father for money. They even went into the house and searched it themselves, finding thirty taels of silver that my mother had hidden away... and the two of them started fighting again..."

"Auntie, you should go and take a look!"

Jiang Miaomiao saw her mother leave in a hurry, and she asked her eldest and second eldest brothers to invite Uncle Fu.

"Auntie...go...eat some watermelon..."

The sweet, childlike voice rang in Xiuxiu's ear, leaving her completely bewildered.

"Miaomiao wants to eat watermelon, right? Auntie will go buy some tomorrow."

Uh, okay!

"I'm going...to find my mother..." the little baby pointed to her mother's figure.

Now you should understand, right?

When they arrived at Jiang Qiao'er's door.

The area was already crowded with onlookers.

I saw my aunt kneeling in front of my uncle, and he couldn't figure out what to do.

I almost knelt down and bowed to her.

The fat man, Chu Mingyuan, plopped down on the ground.

Jiang Yunyan cried and sobbed, "Brother, I beg you, please save your brother-in-law! I heard he was injured and beaten by the constables, he's almost dead... Waaah..."

"Sister, please get up. Let's talk this out. I'm just a commoner; how can I possibly influence the government's decisions?"

Her uncle and aunt tried to pull her up, but she clung tightly to her uncle's leg and wouldn't let go, acting like a scoundrel.

"If you can't handle it, surely Lu Qingyao can! Go beg her, kneel down in front of her and beg her, she won't dare refuse..."

Jiang Miaomiao's face puffed up in anger again.

Pointing to a face that was smeared with makeup from crying, looking somewhat frightening.

"Ghost...ghost...ghost..."