The Little Lucky Girl

Her sister also had a miserable life. After she married into the Wang family, her husband died of illness within less than a year.

The Han family wanted to take their daughter back, but the Wang family insisted that she remain faithful to her husband.

The two families argued over this and even brought the dispute to the court, but the Wang family was too powerful and the Han family could not compete with them, so the matter was finally left unresolved.

But because of this, Han Wu Niang's life in the Wang family became increasingly difficult. She was moved from the main courtyard to the small courtyard, and was not allowed to go out easily or see anyone.

Magistrate Tao reassured his wife, "I will write a letter to the Wang family and ask them to agree to send the person over first."

Mrs. Tao: "Write a letter to Wu Niang's father-in-law?"

"No, I will go directly to the head of the Wang family and ask him to talk to Wu Niang's father-in-law."

Mrs. Tao doubted, "Will the head of the Wang family listen to you?"

Magistrate Tao glared at him and said, "Why, you still don't believe your husband? Wait a minute, I will write a letter now and ask them to send Wu Niang over within half a month."

Mrs. Tao looked at her husband and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He didn't have such great self-confidence when he was still the magistrate of Chang'an County. How come he is more confident now that he has become the local official of this small Yuqing County?

Ming Youyou didn't sleep well these days because she had a nightmare.

She dreamed that her house turned into a spirit, vomiting out the bed, cabinets, tables, chairs and herself in the house, and then stretched out hands made of brooms to plant them one by one on the ground.

Then she took root in the ground and couldn't even move. It was really scary.

The system noticed that she was dozing off from time to time during the day and had increasingly dark circles under her eyes, so it decided to give her some psychological counseling.

As a result, her problem healed on its own before it even started.

Because their crops were about to be harvested, everyone was busy from morning to night. Every day when they got home they were so tired that they fell asleep as soon as they lay down, without any energy to dream.

They also learned to work together like the other people in the village, first going to work in the village chief's fields, and then coming together to harvest their own wheat.

Bending down to cut wheat straw is really tiring, especially for Lu Tai who has a fat belly. Fortunately, he has lost a lot of weight these days, otherwise he would not be able to even bend his waist and would have to kneel on the ground to cut.

They followed the villagers' example and wrapped their hands with cloth strips, but it seemed to be of no use. Within two days, their hands were covered with blisters of varying sizes, as well as countless wounds caused by the straw.

Ming Youyou wanted to go over and help them, but every time she was about to touch the sickle, she would hear someone yelling at her, "Be careful not to cut your hand."

Then they were driven back and had to follow them to pick up wheat ears.

The workload was heavy, so the food couldn't be simple. Although we ate a chicken every day, we still lost weight at a noticeable speed.

Although they were very tired and worked very hard, they were still very happy when they saw the loads of golden wheat being carried into the yard. The fatigue from the past few days was suddenly relieved a lot, and they felt strong again.

After dinner in the evening, everyone did not go into the house, but just watched their wheat, chatting and watching the sunset.

Feng Xu said something that made Ming Youyou very angry. She raised her hand to hit him, and the two of them started chasing and playing.

Lu Tai was delighted and said to Zheng Huan, "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm in a trance and feel like these past few months are just like a dream."

Zheng Huan smiled and murmured, "I feel like the past days were just like a dream."

Harvesting new grain, especially grain that you have grown bit by bit from seeds, the joy in your heart is different from before.

After a discussion, a few people decided to keep some rations for themselves and send the rest to their families.

Since they came here, they seldom wrote letters home. Now, looking at the crops grown with their own sweat, the depression and grievance in their hearts were much less, and only the joy that they wanted to share with their family remained.

Lu Tai would send a large package to his grandfather; Feng Xu would send it to his parents at the border; and Zheng Huan would send it to his sister at his aunt's house in Yuzhou.

My elder sister wrote to me and said that my aunt had chosen a marriage for her. The man’s family is a prominent family in the local area and he looks good. She is quite satisfied with him and plans to get engaged this fall.

Ming Youyou's wheat was divided into two portions. One portion was given to Village Chief Guo to deliver to her grandfather and grandfather-in-law, and the other portion was intended to be sent to the capital.

There are two ways to transport Dayu's goods. One is private, such as handing it over to a caravan and asking them to take it to a certain place along the way.

This method is cheap, but also very risky.

First, the person who undertakes the work may not be so dedicated. Not only may the work be lost on the way, but once the work is done, the person may not be so careful in finding the person.

Second, caravans often encounter robbers, and if they are unlucky, they may be completely wiped out.

The safer way is to go through the post station run by the government, which has complete procedures and is managed by a dedicated person. The only disadvantage is that it is very expensive.

Especially since they don't send much stuff and the places are scattered, the cost is much higher than their wheat.

But can they do such a stupid thing? Of course not.

There is a back door, why not go through it?

So a few people were given an extra bag and happily rode on the village chief's ox cart to find Lord Tao.

Magistrate Tao looked at the four bulging bags on the ground and the half-empty small bag stuffed into his hands, and was speechless. This person was asking him to do something, so his discrimination was too serious.

Zheng Huan and his men were also quite embarrassed, mainly because they didn't have much food left after all the sharing, so they could only laugh and say, "Sir, the gift is small but the thought is profound."

Magistrate Tao waved his hand, not wanting to argue with them, "Okay, you can go back after you deliver the things."

Ming Youyou glared. It was already dinner time. Shouldn’t they be treated to a meal since they came to give gifts?

They walked back reluctantly, hoping that Magistrate Tao would have a change of heart and stop them.

But Lord Tao seemed to have seen through their intention to take advantage of the rich, so he just smiled and said nothing until they were about to step out of the threshold, then he spoke leisurely.

"The shop will open in three days, come over for a drink then."

Several people looked back in surprise.

"Remember to bring gifts," Magistrate Tao added, "and no more wheat."

The three of them stumbled and almost fell.

On the way back, Zheng Huan and Lu Tai collected the money they had and started to settle the bill.

In the past, sending gifts to people was handled by the household steward. Although they had never bought them personally, they roughly knew how much they spent. For a family as close to them as Lord Tao, the standard naturally could not be low.

Ming Youyou saw that they were almost counting all of their meager family assets, so she hurriedly called a halt.