Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

"Moo~~~Moo~~~"

"Ding-a-ling!"

The cows ran along the country road.

It was full of people.

Wang Quan picked up many more people along the way.

I counted... eight people.

It's overloaded!

Jiang Miaomiao gripped her older brother's clothes tightly.

I'm terrified that something might go wrong and the car will crash.

"Don't be afraid, little sister. With your big brother here, bad guys will stay far away."

Jiang Zifeng gently patted her back, glancing sideways at Aunt Wang.

Jiang Miaomiao: ......

With her older brother around, she wasn't afraid of Aunt Wang.

In a physical fight, Aunt Wang is no match for the eldest brother.

Aunt Wang was sitting with her back to them.

It's unusually quiet today.

As they got off the bus, Aunt Wang glanced at them with a half-smile on her lips.

The look in his eyes was ambiguous, containing disdain and a hint of pity, but it quickly faded away.

A chill ran down Jiang Miaomiao's spine.

Wang Quan jumped off the carriage first, then helped Jiang Zifeng up, saying, "Fengge'er, Sanlang, my last trip back is at 5 PM, so don't miss it."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Quan!"

Jiang Zifeng thanked Wang Quan and then hurriedly carried her younger sister to the clinic.

Baicaotang is the only pharmacy in Qingshi Town.

They even hired a barefoot doctor to provide medical consultations.

"Doctor, my sister rolled off the bed and has a bump on her head. Could you please take a look?"

"Don't worry, young man, let me take a look." Doctor Ge examined Jiang Miaomiao's head for a long time.

He touched her head and then took her small hand to check her pulse.

After a long time.

"The child is fine, young man, don't worry. Just peel a boiled egg and put it on your sister's forehead when you get back."

This was the first time Dr. Ge had encountered a situation where a child had rolled off the bed and was brought to the doctor.

Kids in rural areas aren't so precious.

Bumps and bruises are common occurrences.

However, looking at the boy and the baby in his arms, they did look like children from a wealthy family.

One was chubby and fair-skinned, the other was delicate and beautiful; they looked like they had been pampered since childhood.

Jiang Zifeng asked again, "Doctor, is my sister really alright?"

Dr. Ge stroked his beard and smiled, "It's nothing, don't worry, it's just a superficial injury, no brain damage."

Judging from the little girl's clever way of rolling her eyes, she doesn't seem to have suffered any brain damage.

Jiang Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Thank you, doctor! How much is the consultation fee?"

Jiang Miaomiao's anxiety subsided.

After all, medical conditions were underdeveloped in ancient times, and even a minor ailment could be fatal.

It's good that there are no lasting effects!

"Little girl, you don't need to take medicine, and you can't take medicine, so I won't charge you for the consultation." Doctor Ge waved his hand.

The pharmacy was owned by the Cui family, and the manager would give him a monthly allowance. As long as he got medicine from Baicaotang, the consultation fee was free.

"Thank you, doctor!"

Jiang Zifeng thanked Doctor Ge before carrying his younger sister out of the Hundred Herbs Hall.

This doctor is actually quite good.

The more Jiang Miaomiao learned about Qingshi Town, the better her impression of it became.

The scenery is picturesque, and the people are simple and honest.

Of course, there are a few exceptions...

Jiang Zifeng carried his younger sister out, unsure of where to go, and felt a little tempted to go back.

But by now, Uncle Quan's oxcart should have already turned back.

"Brother Feng, let's go shopping!" Li Sanlang rarely went out alone, and he didn't want to go back so early.

Jiang Miaomiao didn't want to go back either, so she poked her little head out to peek.

"The candied hawthorns are sweet... the candied hawthorns are big, and they're so sweet..."

A plump woman selling candied hawthorns walked towards us, calling out her wares as she went.

Walking up to them, I said, "Hey buddy, how about a skewer of candied hawthorns? They're sweet and big."

Jiang Miaomiao waved her little hand.

Buy and buy!

"Auntie, two skewers, I'll take the biggest one." Jiang Zifeng reached into his pocket to take out money. "How much?"

"Two strings of four coins each."

The plump woman took two skewers from the top and looked at the group with a smile.

He stared at Jiang Miaomiao for a moment.

Jiang Zifeng took the candied hawthorns, one for Li Sanlang and one for herself.

He licked it for his younger sister first before putting it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Li Sanlang also followed Jiang Zifeng's example and licked the baby before starting to eat.

They ate them one after another, filling their mouths completely.

Jiang Miaomiao, still wanting more, kept making cooing noises.

I want to eat... I want to eat...

"Be good, little sister. You can only eat after you grow your teeth." Jiang Zifeng finished eating in a few big bites.

After eating, my little sister stopped fussing.

I wandered over to the wonton stall, and it was almost lunchtime.

"Sanlang, come on, I'll treat you to wontons."

"Wontons?" Li Sanlang pretended to decline. "No, wontons are too expensive, they cost eight copper coins a bowl."

"It's alright, I asked you to come, so it's only right that I treat you." Jiang Zifeng asked the wonton stall owner for two bowls of wontons.

He took out sixteen copper coins.

Li Sanlang was somewhat envious of Jiang Zifeng, since Aunt Lu actually gave him so much pocket money.

"Clang clang clang~~~"

"Thump-thump~~~"

The sound of gongs and drums came from the street, and a large crowd gathered in front of them.

"Uncle, what's going on up ahead? There are so many people." Li Sanlang finished his wontons in a few bites and casually pulled someone aside to ask.

"A troupe of acrobats came along, and I heard they brought several bears with them. And those bears can actually write words and compose poems..."

Before the passerby could finish speaking, the middle-aged woman next to him pulled him away, saying, "Hurry up and leave, or there won't be any seats left."

"Brother Feng, let's go take a look too!" Li Sanlang said with delight, eagerly pulling Jiang Zifeng into the crowd.

Jiang Zifeng protectively held her younger sister with both hands, "Does my little sister want to see?"

Jiang Miaomiao waved her little hand.

If you want to see... go check out the excitement.

I've only ever seen elephants paint, never bears write words or compose poems.

I just don't feel like it's real.

I want to find out more.

Her elder brother and Li Sanlang helped her squeeze in.

The crowd circled around two large iron cages, inside which were two large bears.

Humans are born with a fear of wild animals, especially man-eating bears.

So no one dared to get close; they could only watch from afar.

"Master, didn't you say that bears can write and compose poems? Let them write one and see." A voice came from the crowd.

"What would you like to write, sir?" asked the middle-aged man with a full beard.

"You're making things difficult for this old man. I'm illiterate, so just write whatever comes to mind."

"Alright!" The bearded troupe leader picked up the gong and struck it a few times, then raised his voice and shouted, "Dear uncles, aunts, and elders, I raise a few bears, and they can write calligraphy and poetry. Today, I'll demonstrate how to write the three characters for Qing Shi Town for you all. If you have money, please support me financially; if you don't, please show your support with your presence..."

"Sure, sure. As long as it's well-written, I'll give you a string of cash." Another voice came from the crowd.

Jiang Miaomiao stared intently at the bears.

They were larger than ordinary bears, and all of them looked listless.

Its mane also lacked luster.

It's too far away; I can't see much of it.

The bearded troupe leader took a few sheets of white paper and showed them to everyone, turning them over and over, before placing them in front of the bear.

The two bears picked up their pens, dipped them in ink, and began to write on the paper.

Well, the skill in those movements was so incongruous with the bear's appearance.

After a while.

The bearded troupe leader then brought over the characters they had written to show everyone.

"This is really well written!"

Jiang Zifeng was dumbfounded.

He was somewhat discouraged; the bear's handwriting was almost as good as his.

Jiang Miaomiao's gaze remained fixed on those few sheets of paper.

The handwriting wasn't exceptionally good, but it wasn't bad either.

There's a problem...

She felt something was wrong from the very beginning.

Bears are the most ferocious animals in the forest.

How could they be so obedient?

Not to mention writing.

She had lived two lifetimes and had never seen a bear write.

Moreover, their writing motions...

Surprisingly... it does resemble a human...