Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

"Auntie, please take me there..."

"Take me with you... please?"

Little Miaomiao blinked her bright eyes as she looked at her.

The little hand was still pulling her fingers and swinging them around, acting cute and charming towards her.

Her voice was soft and sweet.

Ouch!

Xiuxiu couldn't resist.

Looking at her older sister beside her, she said, "Miaomiao must be getting restless at home these past few days. Why don't I take her out for a walk?"

Lu Qingyao nodded and smiled, "Go ahead, and come back soon."

Don't let her small size fool you; this little girl is only three years old, yet she already knows how to manipulate people.

Just a little con artist.

Feng'er was completely fooled by her.

I gritted my teeth and learned how to make osmanthus wine from Xiuxiu.

Picking osmanthus flowers by hand, washing rice, cooking rice, and brewing wine by hand...

As it turned out, he actually brewed several jars of it.

Try it; the taste is... indescribable.

After all, this is my first time brewing, so it can't compare to Xiuxiu's brewing.

The princess held it like a treasure, reluctant to drink it.

We'll drink it on the way back.

There was no other way but to have Qin Su secretly switch the wine in the middle of the night with the wine brewed by Xiuxiu.

However, to the princess's delight, he would run home every day and secretly go to watch Feng'er practice swordsmanship.

Getting deeper and deeper.

.......

But Jiang Yue told her that Mu Yunji had promised Feng'er that if he defeated Dali, he would agree to let him join the army.

The child had no desire to enter officialdom; he was solely focused on continuing his maternal grandfather's glory.

He was able to pass the imperial examination and become a scholar, all thanks to the promise he made to his mother.

It's giving her old mother so much worry...

If they really go, wouldn't the nascent flame be extinguished?

That's pretty cruel.

Watching the two figures, one big and one small, skip and hop away.

Her thoughts drifted further and further away...

Three years old.

In the blink of an eye, Miaomiao will soon be three years old.

Her birthday is on the 10th of next month.

It was also the day their mother-daughter bond began.

Although we don't know the time of her birth, let's take the day we found her as her birthday.

The eighth day of the month was the anniversary of her daughter's early death.

these past three years.

They never celebrated Miaomiao's birthday.

She has never paid respects to her daughter who died before she was full-term, but she goes to the temple every year to have monks chant sutras and pray for her.

Elders in northern Xinjiang often say that infants are the purest beings in the world, coming and going in a hurry, never having been tainted by the mundane world.

Tree burial will allow her to enter reincarnation as soon as possible, allowing her life to continue and grow strong like a tree.

Worshiping and constantly remembering the deceased can actually hinder the infant's path to reincarnation.

She recalled the moment she carried her daughter, whom she had helped to pass on to the afterlife, down the mountain to bury her, and saw Miaomiao.

She stubbornly believed that her daughter had returned to her side.

As they spent more and more time together, she gradually accepted reality.

Even so, she still wanted to tell her daughters the good news that Feng'er and Yan'er had gotten into high school.

Lu Qingyao sent someone to summon Haitang.

But it was Xi'er who arrived.

Only after asking did I learn that Xiuxiu was planning to take Miaomiao on horseback to deliver the invitation, so she didn't bring her along.

With nothing to do, the little maidservant took Haitang's place and came to serve her.

"Xi'er, go and buy me a few Kongming lanterns."

"Yes, this servant will go right away." Xi'er left happily. The young masters had passed the imperial examinations, and it was time to light lanterns to pray for their success and celebrate.

Upon reaching the back door, they discovered that Xiuxiu's wife and the young lady were acting suspiciously.

The two were hiding behind a tree, doing something unknown.

Just as he was about to call out to the young lady, Xiuxiu's wife pulled him away and covered his mouth, "Shh, don't make a sound..."

When she saw the girl gesture for her to be quiet, she covered her mouth herself.

Jiang Miaomiao grinned, her eyes fixed intently on the doorway.

Wow! What did she see...?

A perfect couple stood at the door.

Qiao'er was talking to someone with her back to them.

The person opposite her was a head taller than her, and he looked at her with tender and affectionate eyes.

"Qiao'er, these are snowflake crisps that your teacher's wife asked me to send over."

Jiang Qiao'er smiled and took the food box from Sun Yanshu's hand, looking at him, "Was it really sent by Old Madam Cui?"

“Yes…of course…” Sun Yanshu stammered.

Jiang Qiao'er looked down at the food box in her hand and thanked him, "Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Yanshu, for making this trip in person."

"No trouble at all...no trouble at all..." Sun Yanshu kept grinning foolishly, his ears turning red.

They both lowered their eyes, too embarrassed to look at each other.

There was a moment of silence.

Jiang Qiao'er spoke first, "Is there anything else, Young Master Yanshu?"

"That's all... I... I'll go back now..." Sun Yanshu smiled awkwardly, turned around and left.

He walked a few steps and then looked back once more.

He slipped out during the break between classes.

Today, Qiao'er sent a lot of flower cakes to her teacher and his wife, so he thought he would send some snowflake crisps instead.

He discovered that Qiao'er's favorite food was snowflake crisps.

Jiang Qiao'er blushed and quickly walked back.

Little Jiang Miaomiao's eyes lit up as she looked at the food box, and Aunt Xiuxiu picked her up in one go.

He whispered in her ear, "Go out later... Qiao'er definitely doesn't want us to see."

"Oh... okay." Jiang Miaomiao nodded.

She felt that Aunt Xiuxiu's words made sense.

Although Qiao'er is carefree, she is quite shy. Every time her mother asks her what she thinks about her marriage, she is very sensitive.

Her face always turned as red as an apple.

He only said he didn't want to get married yet.

Xiuxiu watched Qiao'er walk away, her smile wide and her eyes crinkling at the corners of her mouth. She sighed, "Our Qiao'er's marriage prospects were so bumpy before, but now she's finally settled. Yanshu is such a wonderful boy..."

She'll tell her older sister when she gets back.

Brother Jiang and his wife entrusted Qiao'er to their elder sister, even asking her to help them find a husband.

But this girl never really cared.

My sister is so worried...

Today, I noticed that Qiao'er's little face was all rosy.

That shy, bashful look was something I'd never seen on her before; it seems like he's taken a liking to her.

Let's play the matchmaker for once!

Interesting, really interesting.

She's never done anything like this before...

Xiuxiu hurriedly took the little cub and went out to deliver the invitations.

A smile played on his lips the whole way.

Jiang Miaomiao nestled in her arms, craning her neck to look around.

Hey! Why isn't Aunt Xiuxiu taking the main road? Why is she taking a detour through a less crowded side path?

I heard a voice say, "Miaomiao, sit still..."

"drive……"

The horse galloped off, traveling at breakneck speed.

They rode Jiang Xiaohei, which was fast and steady, and arrived at the Fang residence in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Jiang Miaomiao looked at the words "Fang Mansion".

Why are there a few extra entries?

Am I seeing things?

Aunt Xiuxiu isn't just riding a horse, she's practically racing it.

"Dong dong dong..."

Aunt Xiuxiu knocked for quite a while before finally getting the Fang family's gate open.

The gatekeeper peeked out and saw who it was, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't that Qi family girl.

He looked at the woman and the little girl in front of him and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Young man, I am from the Lu family of Wuyi Lane. My wife is hosting an autumn appreciation banquet at home in three days, and we would like to invite Madam Fang to attend." Xiuxiu handed him the invitation.

“Our lady has gone back to her parents’ home. Please return, madam.” The gatekeeper refused without hesitation.

Before and after the imperial examinations, families who wanted to invite the lady to their homes lined up all the way to the street corner.

The lady didn't answer any of the invitations; she was currently focused on worshipping Buddha in the small shrine.

What about the Lu family of Wuyi Lane?

Never heard of it.

Xiuxiu wasn't about to give up so easily; she pushed open the door that was about to close with one hand.

She forced the gatekeeper back several steps.

"What...what do you want to do? This is the Fang residence, how dare you run wild here!" The gatekeeper asked, pointing his finger at her nose, somewhat surprised.

I've never seen such a rude person.

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