The Little Lucky Girl

Old Qin took out a notebook and a pen from his bag, copied down a word and began to study it.

There is no way. Although it is already the era of optical computers and people can write with their thoughts, these old guys still prefer traditional paper and pen.

Old Qin quickly studied the splitting and said to Dean Gu: "Tell those two kids that they wrapped the strokes the wrong way, and they need to use some tricks to straighten them out..."

Guo Ren saw Ming Youyou, who was pinching the words with great enthusiasm, suddenly stop and stare straight ahead. After a while, he came back to his senses and excitedly opened all the wrapped word blocks.

"It's a mistake. The yellow mud should be wrapped around the black one."

Ming Youyou clumsily piled a few pieces of mud together with her little hands. Guo Ren, who was watching from the side, suddenly understood what was going on. The two of them worked together to spell out the word "Ming".

The two old men in front of the screen clinked their teacups happily, and Old Qin said cheerfully, "Both children are good prospects."

He saw Ming Youyou write another word on the ground. This word was even more complicated than the previous one, which made him feel itchy.

"Old Gu, do you have any text from their side, hehehe."

Dean Gu drank his tea leisurely, pretending not to hear. These old guys had been asked to learn more about the galaxy before, but no one listened to him. Now they have discovered that it is useful.

"Hurry up and stop hiding it. I haven't come across any interesting characters in years since I created the character biang."

Old Qin's eyes were shining with excitement. People in their line of work were really happy to see the words, and the more difficult the word, the happier they were.

Dean Gu really has Dayu's writings in his hands. When Ming Youyou went to the bookstore before, the system scanned several books and sent them to the research institute.

"It's okay if you want it, but you have to buy it with points."

He pointed at Ming Youyou and said, "This child is having a hard time right now, you have to give him more."

"Of course. This kid is also my disciple. Do you need me to say that?" Old Qin glared. "Is one thousand points enough?"

Seeing that Mr. Gu nodded, he immediately contacted his eldest son, "Hurry up and give me a thousand points."

I don't know what was said on the other end, but Mr. Qin was not convinced and shouted, "What era is it still health supplements? Nowadays, all the scammers are selling nutritional supplements, don't you know?"

"Don't worry, I'm not old and confused yet, no liar dares to deceive me."

"Hey, don't hang up, your uncle Gu is right next to me, let him talk to you."

Finally, with Mr. Gu's guarantee, Mr. Qin finally got the points, and he couldn't wait to exchange it with the research institute for a copy of "The Analects of Confucius" to read.

He put on his glasses, turned the pages of the book with his left hand, and gestured with his right hand. He was immersed in it unconsciously, and his whole demeanor changed.

Mr. Gu didn't bother him anymore and quietly asked his secretary to send the points to Ming Youyou.

Ming Youyou didn't expect that while she was sitting in the yard, points would come from the sky.

She heard the long-lost splashing sound, and she was so happy that she patted Guo Ren twice with her little clay hands and said happily: "Brother Ren, I am rich again, hahahaha."

Guo Ren returned home with two small mud palm prints.

Guo Ren's mother, who was cooking, saw her son getting himself covered in dirt after going out. She was so angry that she grabbed a broom and was about to hit Guo Ren.

Guo Ren was so scared that he hid behind the village chief, "Grandpa, help me, I was just learning calligraphy, I didn't want to play around."

His mother was so angry that she laughed, pointing at the lump of mud in his hand and said, "You call this learning to write? You dare to lie, I will beat you to death."

Guo Ren immediately shouted: "The words are inside."

Everyone saw him turn the mud block over like a magic trick to show everyone, then carefully rolled the large block into thin strips, and finally cut it into small cubes with bamboo strips.

The village chief picked one up and looked at it. "Hey, there is actually a word inside it."

He was so surprised, "This word must be 'Guo', the surname of our Guo family."

"Grandpa is really amazing. He remembered it after just five days of teaching. He is better than my dad." Guo Renle said.

The village chief was a little depressed, but fortunately he had an eldest son, so he was not the slowest learner in the family. However, this did not seem to be something to be happy about.

He looked at his eldest grandson. This child used to be very simple-minded, but now his brain...

He looked at the word block in his hand, his eyes twinkled, and he touched his eldest grandson's head and said, "Ah Ren, go play with Youyou and the others more often if you have nothing to do."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Bring your brothers and sisters with you."

So when Guo Ren went out the next day, three little followers followed him.

When the surrounding villagers saw this, they sent their children to follow.

Although they didn't know what the children of the village chief were going to do, they understood one thing:

If you are not smart, then follow the smart people.

It just so happens that Village Chief Guo is a recognized smart man in their village.

So Guo Ren went out again and came back with a bunch of children.

Zheng Huan and the other two were helping Ming Youyou to make clay strips. They disliked this game at first, but once they started playing, they found it was quite fun.

Seeing the children coming over, the three of them felt embarrassed to continue playing, so they washed their hands and said to Ming Youyou, "Hurry up and clean up, we have to go into the city later."

Ming Youyou used a branch to write a few big words on the ground and asked Guo Ren and the others to practice.

Guo Ren said he understood, and he and the children took on the task of watering the vegetable fields and feeding the chickens.

The original three people were supposed to go to the county town this time, but Zheng Huan saw that Feng Xu was too lazy, so he asked him to go instead, hoping that Feng Xu could see the military books in the shop and ignite his passion for writing.

They also brought freshly-written notebooks, which were really fresh. They only finished writing the last sentence just before leaving.

After all, it was the first work, and several people put all their efforts into writing it. The moment it was completed, everyone felt that money didn’t matter anymore. As long as this story was known to Quan Dayu, no, the whole world, they would be satisfied.

However, Madam Xu only flipped through a few pages before putting the manuscript down and shaking her head, saying, "The story is okay, but the writing is too poor and the narrative is unclear. This book can't be sold."

Seeing that the light in the eyes of the three people who were originally looking forward to it had disappeared, she paused and said, "How about I pay 500 coins to buy this story, and then find someone to rewrite it."

"Can we still sign our names?" Feng Xu asked.

Madam Xu smiled and said, "Of course not, after all, it has been rewritten."

This has nothing to do with them anymore, the three of them are unwilling to do so.

This is the story of their enemies, and revenge is something that should be done by one's own doing.

The three of them paid the copper coins for the books they had copied before, received new tasks, and planned to leave.

The bookshop clerk walked them to the door and, seeing that they were still gloomy, he consoled them, "It's okay. Everyone will be like this when they write a book for the first time. Even Mr. Luo's first book was severely criticized by our boss."