Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

Qingshi Town.

Lu Mansion.

My mother got a new house for free.

This was Jiang Miaomiao's first time here.

Right now, the little baby is wobbling and crawling over the threshold.

Don't help Aunt Xiuxiu.

She wanted to go in by herself.

But the threshold of the mansion was too high, it reached her knees.

You can only crawl.

Xiuxiu could only protect her from a distance with her hands on both sides, afraid that she would fall off the threshold.

A stubborn little child!

Jiang Miaomiao used all her strength and finally climbed in.

She could see her mother walking towards her from afar.

The little baby grinned and wobbled as she reached out to her mother.

"Mother...Mother..."

Her mother just squatted there, not moving, and stretched out her arms, waiting for her to come over.

Then he picked her up, kissed her on the head, and pinched her little cheeks. "Was Miaomiao a good girl today?"

"good……"

The little baby snuggled closer to his mother in his sweet, childlike voice.

Is there any child in the world more well-behaved than her?

Then Aunt Xiuxiu started to undermine her.

"Sister, the little one wants me to carry her up a tree, and she also wants me to carry her on my back like a horse!"

Jiang Miaomiao: "..."

Aunt Xiuxiu is great in every way, except for one thing...

How come she never lies to her mother?

"Hahaha……"

Lu Qingyao burst into laughter, "We can't let her have her way. If she wants to climb trees when she's little, what will she be like when she grows up!"

She knew her little girl's personality all too well.

She's only a few months old, and she didn't cry even when she was kidnapped. She wasn't afraid of the person who had been turned into a black bear, and she even dared to hold his hand!

I also enjoy watching people fight...

Jiang Miaomiao blinked and looked around.

Why... why is there a strange smell...?

Whose eggs are rotten?

"Sister, what's that smell? It's stinky." Xiuxiu pinched her nose.

Little Miaomiao didn't pinch her nose; the smell... it seemed somewhat familiar...

Lu Qingyao smiled and said, "The pickled bamboo shoots we made are ready, and we're opening the jar to check their taste."

"I see, then let's go take a look." Xiuxiu had also eaten dishes made with pickled bamboo shoots, and she also liked to use bamboo shoots in her cooking.

The pickled bamboo shoots were just too strong this time.

It seems that all the jars were opened at the same time.

Jiang Miaomiao was also curious about how her mother's business had been doing over the past few months.

Does she have any hope of becoming a second-generation rich kid?

Nestled in my mother's arms, I smelled her unique scent, mixed with the wonderful aroma of pickled bamboo shoots.

She turned her little head and looked around.

so many people.

Lots of bamboo shoots.

So many mushrooms...

Oh my! Mother has turned the mansion into a workshop!

If that young lady Qi found out, she'd probably be furious... Haha...

This is a large three-courtyard house, with east and west wings. Outside the house, there are artificial hills and lush flowers and trees.

The courtyard outside the hanging flower gate is where villagers trade bamboo shoots and mushrooms.

Rows of horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts were parked outside the courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with baskets of bamboo shoots and mushrooms.

Sister Qiao'er led the village girls and boys to weigh bamboo shoots for the villagers.

Since the village school opened, not only children, but also interested girls and boys will take time to learn to read and write.

I spend the rest of my time here helping out as a temporary worker.

Jiang Miaomiao thought that girls in ancient times never left their homes.

She was overthinking it.

This might be true for wealthy ladies and young women, but farm girls and boys don't have so many formalities.

As long as a man and a woman are not alone in a room, no one will say anything.

At this moment, the girls all rolled up their sleeves and started sorting bamboo shoots in the back room. They were responsible for classifying the bamboo shoots, putting the large bamboo shoots into baskets and taking them away, while the small and defective bamboo shoots were collected and moved into the inner courtyard.

The boys were in charge of weighing the bamboo shoots in the yard.

Sister Qiao'er used the abacus to calculate the weight, record the accounts, and settle the money...

Stepping through the hanging flower gate, I entered the second courtyard.

The courtyard was full of elderly women, aunties, and young wives from Taoxi Village.

Peeling bamboo shoots, cutting bamboo shoots, boiling bamboo shoots, drying bamboo shoots...

It is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Some people carefully lined bamboo baskets with straw and then put mushrooms inside.

For some reason, Jiang Miaomiao felt that there were very few types of mushrooms, only a few categories that were inherently non-toxic.

For example, termite mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, matsutake mushrooms...

It seems that Mother is still very careful and cautious.

Entering the three courtyards and the east and west courtyards

It just had a strong, sour, and foul smell...

It's pickled bamboo shoots.

There were aunties and grandmas pickling bamboo shoots, merchants checking the taste, and experienced old women making bamboo shoots.

The entire back room was filled with jars and jars of pickled bamboo shoots.

That taste! So tangy and refreshing!

Looking out from one side of the house through the stained glass window.

It was all dried bamboo shoots, densely packed together, a vast expanse of white.

I don't know what this garden used to be like, but now it's a complete bamboo shoot production workshop.

A middle-aged man dressed in magnificent brocade robes walked towards us with a beaming smile.

"Master Lu, you've finally arrived! Your pickled bamboo shoots are excellent, the taste is superb! I'll take a hundred jars first..."

"I want some too... I want fifty jars..."

"Sixty jars..."

The sounds were incessant.

Jiang Miaomiao and Xiuxiu were both dumbfounded.

Are these pickled bamboo shoots selling so well?

Then I heard the mother say to the middle-aged man, "Thank you all for your kindness, shopkeepers. How about each of you take ten jars home to try first? If it works, then come back, what do you say?"

“Alright, you have to leave a hundred jars for Yipin Residence. We’ll take them to Jiangzhou another day,” the middle-aged man said with a smile.

Lu Qingyao nodded, "No problem, shopkeepers can take them back and try them out first. If they sell well, please let me know and I will send someone to deliver them to your door."

She felt grateful, as these people were all owners of various restaurants and taverns in Jiangzhou, and some even came from the capital.

All the guests were brought to her by Manager Jin.

They almost ordered all the bamboo shoots she had stored in one go.

Yipinju.

Jiang Miaomiao had heard her mother and uncle mention Jin, the manager of Yipinju, as a very honest man.

He never nitpicks, never tries to lower prices, keeps his promises, and is straightforward and honest.

She sized up the man with her darting eyes.

He is tall and of average appearance, giving off a serious and composed vibe.

Manager Jin's gaze also fell on the exquisitely beautiful little baby's face, with a hint of surprise.

"Mr. Lu, is this your little daughter? What a blessing!"

As he spoke, the man took a food box and a small wooden box from the servant. "These are some snacks and trinkets that my wife prepared for the children..."

"Quickly thank your uncle!" Lu Qingyao looked down at her little girl.

Although her little girl can't speak clearly, she's incredibly cute.

"uncle……"

Jiang Miaomiao called out sweetly.

This uncle is her family's biggest benefactor; he even gave her a gift upon meeting her. How could she not be sweet to him?

Naturally, her mother returned the gift.

I gave Uncle Jin a wooden box full of matsutake mushrooms, saying, "Take them back and make soup for your sister-in-law. They were just picked and are very fresh."

"Alright, I can't refuse such a good thing."

Jiang Miaomiao saw the uncle accept the matsutake mushrooms with a smile, and it was clear that the mushrooms in the basket were of the highest quality.

They were large, still unopened, and planted in the soil, covered with soft grass.

If it stays in the soil and is watered from time to time, it might even grow.

It can keep fresh for at least seven days.

It seemed to be Sister Qiao'er from the front yard calling for her mother, and then little Miaomiao fell into Aunt Xiuxiu's arms.

Hearing Manager Jin whisper to his trusted aide, "Hurry up and send these matsutake mushrooms and pickled bamboo shoots to the capital as fast as possible. If anyone asks, just say everything is fine here..."