The Little Lucky Girl

When Nanny Li was standing there with her head dizzy and unable to help staggering, Ming Youyou finally finished the painting and happily showed it to Fifth Lady.

Han Wuniang looked at it carefully for a while, then smiled and said, "The strength of his wrist is not enough, his mind is a little impetuous, and his observation is not detailed enough...but he is very spiritual."

Mrs. Tao thought her sister was really amazing. She could see so much from the black paper that didn't even look like a person.

"Well, now that you've finished reading it, give this painting to Madam Li as a souvenir."

At the dinner table, Magistrate Tao saw that his wife was talking excitedly, so he smiled and said, "You have finally gotten rid of your anger."

Madam Tao rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's no use punishing a stubborn servant. I was so happy that I thought that if I brought Wu Niang here, I could save her from suffering. But now look at what's going on. How different is it from when she was in the Wang family?"

Speaking of this, Magistrate Tao could not help but get angry and said, "At the beginning, I asked Patriarch Wang to write a letter to persuade Wu Niang and her father-in-law. I thought they could think it through and send someone here for a while. When everyone gradually stopped paying attention to this matter, Wu Niang could return home quietly. This would also save the Wang family's face."

"But the Wang family has been so powerful for so long that they don't consider their own limits anymore." Magistrate Tao snorted, "They can even take matters into the court when dealing with their in-laws. If they were to meet someone without power, I wonder what kind of things they would do that would anger the heavens and the people."

Mrs. Tao understood the meaning of the words and her eyes lit up, "Why, has someone noticed the Wang family?"

Magistrate Tao laughed and changed the subject. Mrs. Tao couldn't help pinching his waist, but she understood a little bit, so she rubbed it after pinching, and said happily: "Then you should also help."

Ming Youyou returned home and not only brought back the money for copying books, but also brought a big package.

"What is this? Is this food?" Feng Xu was the first to notice it.

The sun was too scorching today, and Ming Youyou was as wilted as a seedling in the field. She said weakly, "This is a letter forwarded from the bookstore to Sanjing Sanren."

Zheng Huan and the others were stunned. "So many letters are for us?"

Sanjing Sanren is the pen name they gave themselves.

Sanjing means three people are from the capital; "Sanren" and "Xiansheng" are popular titles for authors nowadays. They felt that calling him "Xiansheng" was a bit cheeky, so they chose "Sanren".

"Ms. Xu said that although your writing is still immature, it is full of true feelings." She paused and took a breath, "Many people were deeply moved after reading your book. They said that the stories in the book reminded them of their own experiences and they must write letters to express their gratitude to the author."

The three of them were a little confused after hearing this, and hurriedly opened the letters and read them together.

Lu Tai said, "My letter is interesting. He said his stepmother never cared about him and said yes to everything he did, but she was very strict with his younger brothers and sisters... He said he understood and would work hard quietly in the future."

Feng Xu yelled, "This guy said that his stepmother was two-faced. No one believed what he said and called him an ungrateful ungrateful person. I felt so bad that I wanted to die. It was not until he read our book that I realized there are people as pitiful as him."

Zheng Huan held a thick letter and sighed, "This was written by a few people who worked for a day after listening to the storytelling and pooled their money to hire someone to write it for them..."

The daylight had completely faded, and the three of them finally finished watching, but no one moved, just sitting there in silence. Ming Youyou looked at them and helped light the oil lamp.

Feng Xu was the first to come back to his senses. He whispered, "To be honest, our original purpose of writing the storybook was to make money."

"Then I discovered that if I could express the anger in my heart, I would feel much better." He glanced at Zheng Huan and said.

Lu Tai also said: "Although we always talk about small goals, we never thought that so many people would watch and resonate with us."

He took the letter in his hand and said, "Look, the paper is wrinkled. I guess the writer must have shed tears on it."

"That's why Mr. Luo said that if someone is willing to read it, then the book will not be just your business." Zheng Huan finally spoke.

"We can be considered famous with this book. Why do I feel a little bit proud?" Feng Xu said happily.

Lu Tai pulled him down mercilessly. "Come on, forget it. We just took advantage of the novelty of the subject matter. The previous vernacular novels were either stories about talented scholars and beautiful women or stories about gods and ghosts. Everyone is tired of them. But believe it or not, it won't be long before a batch of books similar to ours will come out."

Ming Youyou scratched his head, "Then do you still write about this kind of thing? Luo Xiucai said that the topics that everyone writes about are too clichéd, and it is difficult to produce quality works."

"Of course I wrote it," Zheng Huan said. "We wrote for ourselves before, but now we have a responsibility to speak for others, so we should continue."

"But it does increase the difficulty," Lu Tai thought. "If we want to stand out, we can't follow the old path. But some of the ideas I've come up with recently always feel a little lacking."

Ming Youyou rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of Han Wuniang. "I know a story that should be very meaningful. When I come back, I will ask Madam Tao. If she agrees, I will tell you."

After hearing this, Mrs. Tao wanted to agree immediately. She wished that the words would come out right now to disgust the Wang family. But considering what would happen next, she still dragged her to ask Magistrate Tao.

Master Tao pondered for a while and said, "How about this? I'll give you some more information, and you can incorporate it into the story. You don't have to be too obscure, but don't mention any names either."

He emphasized: "You must write quickly this time, and it must be completed in half a month at the latest."

Ming Youyou came back dazed with her arms stuffed with stuff.

She spread a pile of letters and memorials on the table and wiped the sweat off her forehead. "These are for your reference."

The three of them saw that some of them were stamped with the word "confidential" and immediately became curious. While Lu Tai and Zheng Huan were still hesitating whether to take a look, Feng Xu had already reached out to open it.

Okay, don’t think about it, let’s do it together.

After reading a few of the letters, they couldn't help but exclaim: "The Wang family is too arrogant."

Ming Youyou was surprised and said, "Even you think it's too much. How far has it gone?"

The three of them blushed a little, "Although some things our family does are inappropriate, at least we have a bottom line."

"Besides, there are so many imperial censors in the capital, no one dares to be too conspicuous, that would be like trying to give credit to others."

Feng Xu scratched the materials at hand and said with a chuckle, "The higher-ups must be upset and want to warn the Wang family."

Lu Tai shook his head, "But there are more than that. Look, there are also the Xue family and the Shi family here, oh, and your stepmother Jia's family."