The Little Lucky Girl

The few of them talked for a while. Ming Youyou saw that her study time was up, so she made an excuse that she wanted to go to bed and ran back to her room happily.

Zheng Huan and his friends drank up the entire jar of wine, then drunkenly said goodbye to Jia Yi and sent him out of the yard.

When they returned to the room, Lu Tai immediately closed the doors and windows and whispered mysteriously:

"Do you remember what happened in Qi State the year when Brother Jia was rescued?"

Feng Xu burped. He was just born that year and it happened in another country, so how could he know about it.

Lu Tai's eyes were gleaming with gossip, "I remember that it was that year that the prince of Qi, Xiao Ningyi's eldest brother, was sentenced to death by his own father."

He continued, "So the guards around Xiao Ningyi were definitely not given by the Emperor of Qi. They must have been given by his maternal family. What did his maternal family plan to do when they took in so many children from all over the country that year..."

Zheng Huan suddenly interrupted him, "Lu Tai, Brother Jia is our friend, you shouldn't try to trick him."

Lu Tai's face flashed with embarrassment. "I, I didn't think about it at first, but I asked it unconsciously. I'm just curious. A family like theirs will not release the guards they have trained since childhood. Do you think Captain Jin's status is higher than we think?"

Several people looked at each other, and Zheng Huan said, "We just need to think about this matter ourselves, and don't ask Brother Jia such questions in the future."

Jia Er, who had been on the eaves, saw that they didn't say anything else, so he quietly left and returned to his own yard.

Jiayi, who was snoring, woke up immediately, saw that it was him, turned over and fell asleep again.

Jia Er looked at him with a complicated expression. He felt that the young master was right. No matter how capable Jia Yi was, he was not suitable to be a personal guard. He... was too trusting.

Ming Youyou was basking in the sun today, looking at the three people yawning in the yard, and asked in confusion: "What did you do last night?"

Feng Xu rubbed his face and said angrily, "It's all because of you. You shouted in your dream in the middle of the night, 'Big boy, save grandpa!' You woke us up and we couldn't fall asleep anymore."

Ming Youyou smiled awkwardly. She had already finished the traditional culture part of her intangible cultural heritage course. Yesterday, she started to learn about gourd sculpture and stacking. The research institute was afraid that she would find it boring to learn, so they specially added an animation.

Zheng Huan and Lu Tai went to water the newly planted vegetable seedlings in the yard. When they came back and saw Feng Xu still sitting lazily, they couldn't help but kick him, "Hurry up, let's go and name the last few children in the village."

A few people were a little sad because they ate too many eggs and still had no money to pay for it.

When they arrived at the village, they saw that in addition to the original few children, there were a few young men standing not far away. When they saw them looking at them, they smiled embarrassedly.

Ming Youyou knew one of the young men, the youngest son of the village chief, so she asked, "Uncle Sanwa, do you want to take a name too?"

Before Sanwa could say anything, Guo Ren, who came to maintain order for them every day, took over and said, "My uncle is going to see a date. Please help him pick a nice name, preferably one that people will like at first sight."

Guo Sanwa nodded with embarrassment and anticipation.

He actually wanted to come a long time ago, but when he thought about being taught dozens of times by kids who were about the same age as his nephew, and then being patted on the head and blessed at the end, he felt he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Young men like him who were about to get engaged used to ask the elders in the village to give them a name.

For example, his eldest brother was taken by his father to find his great uncle. The great uncle was enjoying the shade under a big tree at that time, so he named his eldest brother Qingmu.

Later, his father took his second brother there. At that time, his uncle was digging bamboo shoots in the woods, so his second brother was named Qingzhu.

Recently, my uncle has become obsessed with catching shrimps in Xiaogouzi, so he thinks that if his father takes him there again, he will most likely be named Qinghe.

It’s not that this name is bad, it’s just that every village around here has a similar uncle, and the repetition rate of the name is too high.

Guo Sanwa scratched his head and said to Zheng Huan, who named him, "Can I just learn a name and forget about the rest?"

Zheng Huan looked at him and smiled, "No problem."

Guo Sanwa breathed a sigh of relief, but inexplicably felt a little wronged. He thought about it for a moment, then pushed Guo Ren over and said, "Why don't you teach that sentence to my nephew?"

Guo Ren, who had just sorted out the things in his mind:...

The young people who were watching on the sidelines were immediately cheered up. This would make the situation much easier.

So those who had children at home hurried back to take them home, and those who didn't or had small children called Guo Ren over and said, "You learn for us first, and when you come back and have time, you can slowly teach us. We will buy you some candy."

Guo Ren, who was sacrificed by all the young people in the village: ...

A group of old men were watching happily under the tree. One of them said, "Do you think we should come up with a name too?"

Another old man said, "You've already lived most of your life, what's the point of being famous?"

"That's right. Who knows, he might die someday. Why would I bother to remember his name?"

The first old man said, "I just wanted to change it after thinking about that."

He took a long puff of his pipe and said, "Just think about it. If our descendants are successful in the future and become scholars or officials, when they look through the family tree, they will see that their ancestors were all Guo Youli, Guo Youliang, and Guo Youcai. Isn't that just a little bit short of that?"

The old men around sighed, "Our great uncle of that generation..."

As they watched the children around them teaching each other to write their names, thoughts that they had never dared to think about before suddenly emerged in their hearts like grass after rain.

What if smoke comes out of their ancestral grave?

They also have to leave a good impression on future generations.

A few old men thought about it and decided that it was just a matter of two eggs, so they might as well choose a good name.

So Ming Youyou and his friends did not expect that after the teenagers, babies and young people in the village, they would also welcome a group of middle-aged and elderly guests.

This group of customers were much smarter than the previous ones. They thought that since there were only two eggs, they should choose the best one.

For example, Zheng Huan, the oldest child, looks steady and the name he chose is also grand.

For example, this little fat boy looks blessed, and the name he was given also brings some blessings.

So the younger Ming Youyou and the unremarkable Feng Xu were left behind.

The two of them had no choice but to count eggs for fun nearby.

Ming Youyou was in charge of exchanging the money. As she was counting, she realized something was wrong and reached out to the one in charge of Feng Xu.

Feng Xu was so frightened that he immediately bent over to cover the entire basket and shouted, "What are you doing?"