The Little Lucky Girl

Dean Gu smiled at them kindly. The research institute was short of money. If they wanted to expand it, they would have to find these people to join them.

Each of these old guys is an honorary consultant or honorary director of some large group. It would be much easier to let them help with investment.

He smiled even brighter at them. Old Qin took a breath and said, "Let's wait a minute. Old Gu's expression makes me feel creepy. It seems like he always smiles like this before he tricks me."

Dean Gu was not angry at all. "It's as if you didn't get any benefit in the end. You don't have to listen if you don't want to. You don't have to listen."

"Oh, you're trying to provoke me, then I really won't leave. Tell me quickly, let me hear what the big trap is this time."

Dean Gu told his idea, and everyone agreed with it. They all said, "It's just a breeding farm. Let's just crowdfund it together."

"The worst case scenario is that there are still a bunch of sheep left, and then Old Sun and Old Zheng's family will be able to digest them. These are sheep that are raised on customized grass feed. Oh, I have to keep two."

"That's right. If it succeeds, the institute will have more money, which can then be used to support more folk arts. This is a great thing. Let's do it."

Dean Gu was happy to see that his old friends were very supportive, so he was generous and said, "I'll treat you to lunch at noon. Haven't you always wanted to buy the Maotai that my grandfather hid? Okay, take out a bottle for everyone to taste."

Mr. Luo was also holding a jar of wine at this time and poured a glass for each of the four of them.

He said to Ming Youyou: "This is the Peach Blossom Drunk that came from the capital. It has a very light taste. You can drink it."

More than half a year later, she drank this famous wine again, which reminded her of the seafood in Zhuangyuanlou.

And there is Second Sister Du. By the way, it seems she still owes me a meal.

Zheng Huan looked at Luo Xiucai's energetic appearance and joked with a smile: "Brother Luo, is good news coming soon?"

Luo Xiucai smiled foolishly and blushed a little, saying, "I asked someone to propose marriage again yesterday, and this time Uncle Zhang agreed."

"Really? Oh, congratulations, Brother Luo."

"It can be said that good things come after a lot of hard work. Congratulations to Brother Luo for finally getting married."

"Don't forget to invite us for a drink when you get married."

Luo Xiucai smiled even more foolishly, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Of course, of course, you are also our matchmaker. I will give each of you a big red envelope when the time comes."

Lu Tai asked, "How did Uncle Zhang agree to this? Was it because of the idea in the storybook?"

"Part of the reason is that Uncle Zhang said that since I was so determined, he would trust me for once. Also," his face turned red to his ears, "I promised him that our first child would be named Sun."

His surname is "Sun", not "Zhang". Uncle Zhang is really loyal to his master. You have to know that he only has one child, Miss Zhang.

"Does your family have any objections?" several people asked curiously.

Luo Xiucai just smiled and said, "My family can't control me. I can make my own decisions."

Only then did Ming Youyou and the others know about Luo Xiucai's life experience.

Like Zheng Huan, his biological mother died of illness, so his biological father married a stepmother. The stepmother gave birth to his biological son, and he gradually became redundant.

After he was able to make money by copying books, he left his home in Pingyang City and came to live with his maternal grandfather in Yuqing County.

With the money he earned from copying books and writing storybooks, he not only paid for his studies at Bailu Academy, but also passed the imperial examination and became a scholar that same year.

Lu Tai and the others suddenly realized that it was no wonder that when they first met, Luo Xiucai was willing to guide them in writing even though they were completely unfamiliar with each other.

You have to know that they wanted to learn other people's skills of making money and living right away, which was a bit abrupt and rude when thinking about it afterwards.

From this it seems that Mr. Luo felt a sense of sympathy towards them at that time.

"Aren't you sad that they treated you like that?" Zheng Huan asked.

"When I was at home, I would be lying if I didn't feel sad seeing my parents' partiality." Luo Xiucai poured himself a glass of wine. "After I came here and went to school, there were so many new things to learn every day that I had no time to think about the past."

"I told you that I have no ambition to be an official," he said with a smile, looking at them, "but I still took the examination for a scholar, and I will take the examination for a juren in the future."

"In the past, when I went home, my father and stepmother would beat and scold me, but after I passed the imperial examination, they became polite to me. My father would even show off me to his relatives and neighbors. At that time, my stepmother's expression was really satisfying."

Mr. Luo drank several cups in a row and spoke more boldly.

As mentioned earlier, the child's face would turn red, but now he slammed the table and shouted:

"Having a child is too dangerous. I want Yingniang and I to have only one child in the future. If she insists on having more children, the second child will have the surname Zhang, and the third child will follow my maternal grandfather's family name. Why should my heartless father let my child take his surname?"

When they saw that he had arranged for his three future children, they knew he was drunk, so they didn't dare let him go back alone and simply let him stay overnight.

So Mr. Luo slept in the same room with Zheng Huan, and they talked for half the night before going to sleep.

The next morning, everyone overslept. Luo Xiucai, with a swollen face and the alcohol still not completely gone, bowed to several people repeatedly and said, "Excuse me, excuse me."

They hurriedly responded, "No problem, no problem."

As soon as their eyes met, everyone laughed.

If you have drunk from the same jar of wine and slept in the same bed, then you are good brothers.

Mr. Luo was also loyal. Knowing that they were going to work in the fields in the morning, he changed into one of Zheng Huan's light clothes and went to the fields with them.

Ming Youyou cooked soup for them at home.

Since they became rich, their food has improved a lot. They no longer have to drink only the bitter soup made from Centella asiatica to relieve the heat. Now they can make delicious mung bean soup and even add some sugar to it.

When she saw that the soup had cooled down and Zheng Huan and his companions had not returned to rest yet, she knew that they were planning to make up for the time they had lost in the morning.

So he poured the soup into a bucket, put a few bowls in a basket, and took it to them himself.

When he arrived at the field, he waved to them and found a shade under a tree to sit down.

Feng Xu was the most enthusiastic about eating. He was always the first to come over and couldn't wait to drink a big bowl. When he wanted to drink more, he was stopped by Ming Youyou.

She was too small to carry so much, so she only brought one bowl per person.

Seeing that he was still staring into the bucket, she told him, "I've also put a basin of food in cold water. How about you and Zheng Huan bring it over together?"

Feng Xu had been working for the whole morning and his stomach was already empty. When he heard that there was food available, he ran back alone without waiting for others to help.