The Little Lucky Girl

After the article passed the review of Mr. Tao, it was quickly sent to the capital. After several major bookstores worked overtime to print it, it was soon placed in the most conspicuous positions in major bookstores.

Old Minister Lu looked at the precious orchid pot at home with a smile, and handed a list to his long-time attendant, "Go and send a letter to these families, and tell them that I invite them to enjoy the flowers."

The long-servant looked at the orchid with an indescribable look and quietly withdrew.

The invited ministers were quite skilled in praising the orchid, whose buds had not even grown yet, for a long time. Then they drank and chatted, and someone mentioned the new story.

Minister Lu stroked his graying beard and said with a smile, "Yesterday, I was talking about this with... ahem. The content is quite shocking. Cases like the seizure of good farmland, price gouging, and lending money at high interest rates to force people to sell their children. It's written as if the author has personally experienced it. I don't know if such things really happened."

The ministers were not fools, and Minister Lu's vague words made them very curious.

A servant was sent to talk to the Lu family's coachman, and soon he learned that Lord Lu had entered the palace yesterday.

So, this is what your majesty meant.

Oh, Lord Lu, what a joke! Who wouldn't understand if he just gave a little hint? Why does he have to go around in such a big circle?

After thinking about it a little more, they realized that this matter had to be kept secret and His Majesty had to be cleared of all charges.

So everyone ignored the flower-viewing banquet that was not worthy of its name and focused all their attention on the storybook.

The imperial censors in particular dug a little deeper into the story and actually uncovered a major case.

This time everyone was even more excited. This was meant to give credit to everyone. It just depended on who acted faster.

When Zheng Huan and his colleagues were writing, they paid the most attention to the Wang and Jia families, so these two families were the first to have evidence compiled. Overnight, the impeachment memorials filled up His Majesty's desk. It was said that there were also several petitions from the entire village protesting their injustice.

What can Your Majesty do? The people are so excited that you must act on behalf of them.

The Wang family did not receive any news in advance until a group of officials were all arrested. They panicked and sent their children to ask for help from various families in a hurry.

Mrs. Tao sneered as she read the letter from her parents. "They are so shameless that they even thought of asking my father to come forward, but in the end my brother beat them out with all their belongings."

She suddenly looked at Magistrate Tao, "As the saying goes, 'Be careful not to use the weapon when you throw a rat at it'. If Wu Niang was still in the Wang family, my father and his men would have to think more about what they did, and they wouldn't be as happy as they are now. Let me ask you, did you think of this beforehand?"

Magistrate Tao coughed lightly and said, "Would you believe me if I said it was all coincidence?"

Humph, who doesn't know who? Mrs. Tao looked at her husband with satisfaction, and suddenly said with some regret: "It's a pity that our Dalang and Erlang didn't inherit your good brain. What a waste."

Tao County Magistrate suddenly felt like he was being watched. "Madam, what do you mean?"

"Why don't we have another child?" Mrs. Tao said with a blush on her cheeks. "Let's have a daughter this time. They say a daughter takes after her father."

Lord Tao was horrified, "Well, forget it, I'm already this old..." I can't afford the hassle.

It was definitely not the case that she could just give up. Mrs. Tao had wanted to have a daughter for a long time, so Mr. Tao started to have an extra bowl of soup every night.

In the capital, the various government offices did not pass the buck to each other this time, and quickly examined the case. The main reason was that the evidence behind it was so sufficient that if they still didn't understand what was going on, they should not be in the officialdom.

The Wang family resisted most fiercely, which angered His Majesty, who sentenced them all severely. However, the Jia family admitted their guilt and paid enough fines, so His Majesty sighed and allowed them to resign voluntarily.

When other noble families, big and small, saw this, they immediately followed the Jia family's example and wrote letters to express their repentance. His Majesty was merciful and finally agreed to their request.

The storm started suddenly and ended quickly. Most people felt that their lives had returned to normal, and only a few people knew what had changed.

Now that the dust has settled, some people have begun to research the author of the storybook. However, "Sanjing Sanren" is so mysterious that apart from another storybook he wrote before, no clues can be found.

There is another author, "Mr. Xianyun", whose name seems to have been seen several times. However, his previous content and writing style are very different from this story. It is estimated that they are not the same person, but just have the same name.

Some people wanted to use their physical strength to dig, but they could not find any clues after digging for a while, so they just gave up.

This aroused everyone's interest, and thus there appeared many legends about the "Three Capitals Wanderer" in the literary circle.

No matter how much turmoil their words caused, Zheng Huan and his friends were happily enjoying the cool air in the courtyard at this time.

Lu Tai said, "Grandfather wrote to me, saying that our pen names have become popular in the capital, and the previous book has also been dug up and is now sold out. Someone is trying to take credit for the book, and your stepmother is so scared that she doesn't dare to go out recently."

Ming Youyou found it interesting, "Your grandfather also told you this?"

Feng Xu chuckled and said, "Do you know why Lu Tai loves gossip so much? This is inherited from our ancestors."

Lu Tai was also happy: "Although we are pressed for time this time, at least we have the foundation of the previous book. It is much easier to write than before, and I can also smuggle some personal ideas in. I wonder if my grandfather has noticed it."

Old Minister Lu really saw it. He patted the script happily and felt very pleased.

Some of the private affairs of aristocratic families cannot be discussed openly because there is no concrete evidence, so they can only be discussed with their grandchildren behind closed doors as gossip.

I didn't expect that this guy actually remembered everything and wrote it in the book in a modified form. Not bad, not bad, I have someone to succeed me.

General Feng, who was far away at the border, also received a letter from his son. He flipped through the book and said puzzledly, "Why did he specifically ask me to finish reading before showing it to his mother? This kid is so mysterious. Doesn't he know that his father doesn't like reading?"

Having said that, General Feng still read it from the beginning.

As a result, after a while, the guards guarding the study door heard clanging sounds coming from inside.

General Feng sometimes moved furniture, sometimes fumbled in corners, and kept complaining: "This idiot, how come it wrote down all the places where I hid my private money..."

When Ming Youyou went to the county government office again, she found that none of the Wang family's servants were there.

Mrs. Tao said proudly, "They were all taken back by their families."