Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

Big Year.

Suitable for travel, praying for blessings, and burial.

A red sky at dawn means stay home; a red sky at dusk means travel far.

Early in the morning, the sky was bathed in a brilliant red glow.

It looks like it's going to rain!

Jiang Miaomiao's travel plans fell through, leaving her somewhat frustrated.

After drinking milk and pooping, she nestled lazily in her mother's arms.

Contrary to its usual behavior, it stopped turning over and picking its toes.

He looked listless.

Her mother and brother were extremely worried!

"Darling, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Her mother touched her forehead, then touched her own. "No fever?"

Then she checked him over from head to toe, asking, "Does Nannan hurt anywhere? Does her tummy hurt?"

Probably not, because if it hurts, you'll cry.

This is what it means to be uninterested in everything.

Even mud dolls can no longer attract her.

"Mother, my sister probably wants to go out and play!" Jiang Ziyan said thoughtfully.

They've had so many visitors these past few days that they haven't been able to go to the temple fair.

And then, my sister ended up like this.

"Alright! Let's go to the temple fair today, and bring a lot of umbrellas." Lu Qingyao smiled and patted her son's head.

He's still a child at heart, using his sister as an excuse!

Whether the weather is good or bad is completely out of their consideration.

Sure enough, Jiang Miaomiao cheered when she heard her mother agree.

Jiang Ziyan saw his sister's eyes light up.

He was absolutely right!

But if such a young child is already so playful, he'll be quite something when he grows up.

Fortunately, he was much older than his sister, and by the time she came of age, he would be able to protect her...

Jiang Miaomiao and her family went to the temple fair outside Puji Temple.

She was deeply impressed by the place.

Last time, Sister Qiao almost lost her innocence here.

However, both Liu Fugui and Aunt Wang, who had schemed against her, were paralyzed...

For those who have committed numerous evil deeds, to be left helpless and at the mercy of others, without any power to fight back, must be a fate worse than death...

"Mother, is there anything Miaomiao can eat?"

Seeing his sister staring blankly, Jiang Zifeng wanted to find something to attract her attention.

I often hear the old people in the village say...

Babies who often space out have underdeveloped brains and may become less intelligent; you should try to engage them in playful activities frequently.

Jiang Miaomiao snapped out of her daze when she heard someone call her name and looked at the older brother eating candied hawthorn.

My older brother is so kind!

Even while enjoying delicious food, he didn't forget her.

Lu Qingyao glanced around. "Miaomiao is still too young; she can only drink milk."

There's really nothing to eat!

However, Jiang Miaomiao's mind wasn't on the food.

Perhaps because they are still babies, they naturally only have an appetite for milk.

She rolled her big eyes around, looking all around.

Even bad weather doesn't dampen the enthusiasm of the people for attending the temple fair.

The temple fair features a variety of activities, including fireworks, lion dances, and even women's sumo wrestling and iron flower displays...

What interests Jiang Miaomiao the most is women's sumo.

Wasn't it said that women in ancient times were very conservative, even wearing veils when going out?

But these female sumo wrestlers were dressed in only a thin shirt, their chests and bellies exposed, and they fought hand-to-hand...

This wondrous sight attracted countless onlookers.

It also attracted Jiang Miaomiao's family.

Lu Qingyao felt it was inappropriate for children to watch, so she led her sons elsewhere.

Jiang Miaomiao felt a pang of disappointment.

Suddenly, they saw a large crowd gathering ahead and a group of people moved around.

Then the sound of a woman crying was heard again.

It's best to avoid joining in this kind of excitement.

Lu Qingyao instinctively wanted to leave, but her daughter's eyes were fixed on her, and she pointed in that direction, babbling incoherently.

"Does Miaomiao want to go?"

This little girl really loves to join in the fun!

Leading his children through the crowd, he saw a young woman dressed in mourning clothes kneeling there, sobbing.

There was also a straw mat wrapped around him.

Jiang Miaomiao instantly felt a pang of regret...

Is this a case of someone being forced to sell themselves to bury their father?

It seemed inappropriate for a small baby like her to see these things, after all, there was a dead person wrapped in that straw mat!

However, the sign hanging around the woman's neck caught the attention of the whole family.

It wasn't about selling oneself into servitude to bury one's father...

Instead, she sold herself to bury her husband!

Burying husband?

In ancient times, the "Three Obediences and Four Virtues" were not emphasized, and women were not expected to remain chaste for their husbands or even commit suicide for them.

This... there's such a thing?

However, the wooden sign also stated that she was only willing to be sold into servitude for fifteen taels of silver...

A wealthy merchant passing by took a look and became interested. "Young lady, lift your head and let me see."

Although she was called a slave, once she sold herself into slavery, what she did and didn't do was not something she could control herself.

Then the woman raised her head.

This immediately drew gasps of surprise, followed by a flurry of discussion...

"Are you crazy! With looks like that, and not even a virgin, she's selling for fifteen taels? That's enough for me to buy several maids!" The wealthy merchant muttered, then walked away, his interest waning.

Someone in the crowd couldn't stand it and retorted, "They said they were selling themselves into servitude, not becoming someone else's concubine. Besides, burying one person already costs this much money."

Someone laughed, "You're kind-hearted, so why don't you buy it?"

"No money!" The man shut his mouth and left the crowd.

Gradually, many people left.

Jiang Miaomiao looked at the woman, who appeared to be in her early twenties and had a rather robust build.

He has fair skin, a square face, and an honest and kind appearance. He's not ugly, but he's not good-looking either.

She is not a beauty in the traditional sense.

The woman seemed unperturbed as the crowd dispersed, but her weeping grew even louder.

Suddenly, she knelt down and hugged her mother's legs, pleading, "Madam, please buy me! I'm strong, I can do any kind of work, and I even know a few words..."

Jiang Miaomiao was frightened and clung tightly to her mother's clothes.

Lu Qingyao, seeing that she didn't seem like a swindler, asked a brave passerby to help examine the corpse in the straw mat.

"He is indeed dead!"

"What's your name? Where are you from? What happened to your husband? How could he have died at such a young age?"

Upon hearing this, the woman immediately released her grip and replied very respectfully.

“Madam, my name is Xiuxiu. My husband and I are both orphans. We grew up in Anjifang, Jiangzhou. We don’t know where we’re from. Perhaps we’re from Jiangzhou…”

“A few days ago, my husband and I came to Puji Temple to worship Buddha. We heard that the incense here is very popular and that prayers for children are answered. But we encountered bandits. My husband was killed by them while trying to save me. We spent money to hire a doctor, but he couldn't be saved. Now we don't even have the money for a coffin... I can't let his body be left to rot in the wilderness..."

Lu Qingyao hesitated.

"You are a law-abiding citizen, yet you are willing to sell yourself into slavery and serve others for the rest of your life?"

The woman wiped away her tears, looked up to meet Lu Qingyao's eyes, and said, "If I were to meet a good family, I would be willing to do anything. But I am all alone now, with no one to rely on. Wherever I go, I will be bullied. I would be content to find a place to stay, a roof over my head to shelter me from the wind and rain, and something to eat..."

Lu Qingyao was somewhat moved, feeling a sense of shared misfortune with him.

But I also wanted to ask more questions, since my daughter is still young, and if I were to buy one, I wanted to buy a loyal and reliable one.

We'll have to ask the county magistrate to help investigate, just in case any bad elements get in...

She asked again, "Didn't you grow up in Anjifang? How come you can read?"

"Madam, you may not know this, but although Anjifang mainly shelters widows, widows, children, and the elderly, it also takes in some impoverished nobles. Most of them are literate, and I learned a few words from them..."