Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

In the small courtyard.

The little pink dumpling sat on the straw mat, gnawing on a chicken leg.

From the air, the little bird looked down at the pink cluster, like an unopened pink flower bud.

Xiao Miaomiao watched as Aunt Xiuxiu laid out her little clothes one by one. Although the styles were different, the colors were very limited.

Pale yellow, cyan, red, and never quite red...

If it refuses to turn red, it won't be dyed bright red and will instead become pink.

In ancient times, dyes were quite expensive, and only wealthy families could afford to wear bright red all the time.

The villagers almost all wore undyed clothes, commonly known as natural color. My mother and aunts also only wore cyan or blue.

It is said that these two colors are the easiest to dye.

Although her family can now afford to wear bright red, the whole family remains extremely low-key.

Even toddlers are like this.

I'd rather wear something plain every day than flaunt my red clothes in public every day.

As a result, the villagers all thought that Lu Dongjia was going to go bankrupt.

The incident began a month ago when a shop called Baishengfang suddenly appeared in Qingshi Town, and a manager named Qian came to run it.

They began a massive harvest of bamboo shoots, mushrooms, and bamboo fungus.

Lu Dongjia buys bamboo shoots for 15 wen a jin, while he buys them for 17 wen a jin. Mushrooms and bamboo fungus cost 200 wen a jin, while he buys them for 202 wen a jin.

Although it was only a small amount of two coins, it had already captured a large portion of the business.

For ordinary people, selling twenty catties of bamboo shoots to Manager Qian would save them the cost of a peck of fine grain. With the combined efforts of the whole family, they could save three or four catties of fine grain a day.

why not!

Everyone in Taoxi Village was anxious, but Jiang Miaomiao's family remained calm and unhurried.

The two young masters continued their studies and martial arts training as usual.

The little girl spends her days either teasing cats and dogs or riding around on a big white wolf.

Lu Dong's sister was always thinking about food, and the aroma wafting from the Lu family's house lingered in the air above the small village.

What's most infuriating is Master Lu, who's never home and doesn't try to bring down Manager Qian; instead, he's hoarding grain everywhere.

Although the price of new rice has dropped from 51 dou to 41 dou, the money is only coming in and not coming out; all that's being spent is pure silver.

The villagers panicked.

The magistrate's wife panicked and came to his door.

Lu Qingyao only told the county magistrate's wife to have Magistrate Xu call on the people to protect the mountains and forests, and for each village to form a team to patrol and manage the bamboo forests and regularly clear the bamboo shrubs and weeds.

After all, people rely on the mountains for sustenance, but we can't let them become barren.

Seeing that she was calm and composed, Madam Xu felt reassured that she had her own ideas.

But the villagers were not calm.

The little baby was sitting on a straw mat, combing the hair of the dozing Jiang Xiaobai.

Then the little red bird flew in with a whoosh and landed on the wolf's back, chirping away.

[Miaomiao... This is terrible! A huge group of people are coming to your house... carrying a big jar, so many people!]

Jiang Miaomiao was startled.

Could it be that the villagers think her mother is going bankrupt and want to come to her door to ask for money, even bringing jars to collect it?

No, we're outnumbered, we need to find Aunt Xiuxiu.

"Auntie... Auntie..."

The little baby, somewhat panicked, called out to Aunt Xiuxiu. Realizing he was walking too slowly, he instinctively used both hands and feet to crawl towards the kitchen.

Jiang Xiaobai lifted her eyelids and glanced at it.

Huh! Why has the young master grown back again?

Hearing the noise, Xiuxiu turned her head and saw a little pink dumpling crawling towards her on the ground.

Huh! Why has this clean little guy gotten so small?

Little Miaomiao then fell into Aunt Xiuxiu's arms.

"Auntie...bad person..." the little baby pointed towards the door.

Xiuxiu understood and quickly took the baby out. Just as she reached the hanging flower gate, she heard several heavy knocks on the door.

The little dumpling snuggled closer to her aunt.

Upon opening the door, a group of men stood there, all strong laborers from Taoxi Village.

Before Xiuxiu could speak, the man interrupted, "Little sister, move to the side..."

After saying that, he wiped his sweat and retreated.

Jiang Miaomiao saw a dozen villagers carrying a large vat into the door. The vat was huge; the people and the vat almost filled the doorway.

They placed the jar in the yard and kept filling it with water until it was full.

Village Chief Uncle Fu came in carrying a wooden bucket.

He picked up the bucket and poured it into the vat.

After finishing everything, he instructed Aunt Xiuxiu, "Girl, take good care of these fish. Don't slack off. If you raise these fish well, they will bring great fortune to our village."

Aunt Xiuxiu was stunned.

What?! She not only takes care of the kids, but also raises fish?

I've never raised one.

What if my pet dies?

What should I do if my cat snatches my food?

This is a matter of great importance to the entire village; we have a long way to go!

Just as I was about to ask Uncle Fu, he had already left.

As evening falls, smoke rises from the chimneys.

This is the happiest moment of Jiang Miaomiao's day.

People waiting at the door with Jiang Xiaobai to go home.

The first thing her brothers did when they came back was to pick her up and spin her around.

Of course, only her eldest brother could lift her.

Her second brother said she was a little weight, too heavy to lift, patted the little tuft of hair on her head, and gave her a few kisses on the face.

He drooled all over his face and then scurried away gleefully.

Every time Jiang Ziyan touches her little tuft of hair, the little pink dumpling gets all pricked up. Jiang Ziyan loves seeing his little sister's fierce yet adorable expression.

Lu Qingyao picked up her daughter and walked into the yard.

His eyebrows twitched.

Uncle Fu said the villagers wanted to give her some koi fish, but they never said they would give her such a big tank!

"Mom, what's this tub for? Is it for bathing?" Jiang Zifeng craned his neck to look inside.

The three-colored koi carp swam happily in the water.

Jiang Miaomiao: "..."

This guy's thought process is really bizarre, but this tank is big enough to hold three or four of him.

The four large fish looked very small inside, making the room feel empty.

Four lines symbolize prosperity and good fortune.

Jiang Miaomiao guessed that the villagers must have heard from somewhere that fish could bring wealth, which is why they sent such a large vat to her house.

Fish are associated with wealth; live fish are believed to bring wealth through water storage, and if kept well, they can bring prosperity to their owner.

They probably felt that their mother had become their boss, and only when their mother was doing well could their business thrive, and only when their business was thriving could the villagers of Taoxi Village prosper.

There's nothing wrong with thinking about it that way.

That evening, Mother summoned her eldest uncle's family and Uncle Fu over and announced her important decision.

First, bamboo shoots will increase in price by two coins following Manager Qian's decision. Bamboo fungus and mushrooms will soon be out of season, so let them be.

Regardless of the price at which Manager Qian bought the bamboo shoots, the Lu family continued to follow the updates.

Because Manager Jin and Qi Caiwei had reached an agreement, they bought both bamboo shoots together.

My mother believes that competition is essential for the vigorous development of the market.

Jiang Miaomiao felt that her mother must be playing a cat-and-mouse game.

Secondly, they took advantage of the harvest to buy large quantities of grain, and not only hoarded grain, but also stockpiled medicinal herbs.

Uncle Fu and his family strongly support the decision to adjust the price of bamboo shoots accordingly.

They unanimously agreed to teach the shopkeeper a lesson and get the business back.

Autumn harvest and winter storage.

Throughout the autumn, Lu Qingyao was busy with the matter of stockpiling grain.

unconsciously.

Jiang Miaomiao's family secretly built one granary after another, and transported grain into the granaries one after another.

Although the money had all been spent, the villagers didn't say anything more, seemingly for the vast majority of poor people.

Looking at the mountains of grain, they felt more at ease than if they had mountains of gold and silver.

People who have experienced famine and war know the despair of having money but being unable to buy food.

Throughout the autumn, Chirp was very busy, spending every day sending its communication network to various places to investigate and eavesdrop.

Jiang Miaomiao often heard the villagers comforting her over and over again.

It's alright, even if Mr. Lu goes bankrupt, he still has that grain...