The Little Lucky Girl

Ming Youyou was shocked when she heard this, "It seems that being famous isn't always a good thing."

Zheng Huan said, "Yes, Madam Xu also told us that because many cases were uncovered from our storybooks, many people whose grievances were redressed set up longevity tablets for Sanjing Sanren at home. It almost scared us to death."

Lu Tai also said: "I finally understand what it means to be 'not worthy of a great reputation'. Now I dare not use this pen name casually."

Ming Youyou scratched his head. "If you really don't have a good story, don't write it for now. Today, Mr. Wu Niangzi told me that painting cannot be done behind closed doors. I think you are the same. The good stories you wrote before were either from your own experiences or because you had enough materials, so they were able to move people."

"Also, don't think too much about money. If you really care about it, just help me catch bugs to pay off my debt." She said with a wink.

"What bug?"

"That's the bamboo worm you just ate," she said with a chuckle. "It's so popular that I can never buy it, so let's just catch it and fry it ourselves."

Watching the three people's expressions slowly change, she felt satisfied and skipped back to the room.

As a result, at night, it was her turn to change her expression unexpectedly, because she was picked up by Jia Er and flew to the foot of the mountain again.

"Captain Jin, do you want to talk to me about something again?" she asked vigilantly, thinking to herself that she hadn't done anything to harm him recently.

"It's not me, Captain. I'm looking for you." Jia Er said shyly.

"Oh," Ming Youyou breathed a sigh of relief, "Tell me what's the matter?"

"Did you eat stinky tofu today?" Jia Er asked with a little expectation.

"Yes, we ate them all." Ming Youyou nodded, "But why didn't you look for Zheng Huan and the others, but only for me?"

Do you think I’m easy to bully because I’m small? Humph.

Jia Er said honestly: "Because you stink the most."

Ming Youyou:......

"Um, how did you know about stinky tofu?"

Jia Er was silent for a while, then slowly said: "My grandparents made tofu. When I was a kid, I went back with my mother and always ate all kinds of food made of tofu. Because I hate the smell, my cousins ​​always teased me with stinky tofu..."

Ming Youyou knew that every guard had a tragic life story. She waited silently for him to finish his recollection and asked softly, "Are your grandparents still in your hometown?"

Jia Er shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't heard from them since they fled the famine. I don't know if they went back, or settled down somewhere, or..."

Ming Youyou patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be sad. Your Qinggong is so good. Go out and look for him more often when you have the chance. You may meet him one day."

She thought for a moment and said, "I think your grandparents will definitely go back to their old ways once they settle down. Then maybe you can find them by smelling them."

Jia Er was amused, "That's true. After all, when stinky tofu is made, the smell can be smelled from a mile around."

Ming Youyou's eyes widened. "Then do the villagers on your grandparents' side have any objections?"

"No problem, every family does it, they are used to the smell."

Wow, what does the whole village smell like?

"Why did you bring me here? Let me make it clear first, we have finished eating all the stinky tofu."

Jia Er smiled and said, "I don't eat it, I just want to ask where you bought it from."

How can I say this? Telling the truth is definitely not an option, but will saying something wrong mislead him?

Ming Youyou hesitated for a moment and said, "It was given to me by someone else. I didn't buy it in our county. It has passed through many hands..."

Jia Er's expression darkened. "Then if you meet someone selling it next time, please ask for me if they are from Hongjia Village. Maybe they know something about my maternal family."

Ming Youyou nodded immediately, "Don't worry, I will definitely ask for you if I see it."

She rolled her eyes and thought for a moment, "Then can you make it? If you can, you can sell it. It would be nice if they could smell the scent and find you."

Jia Er laughed, "With my current status, how can I do this?"

“That’s okay,” Ming Youyou waved her hand, “You can teach others and ask them to help you sell. This way you can find people and get dividends.”

Jia Er's eyes lit up, "That's an idea, but I don't know how to make stinky tofu."

Ming Youyou:......

"But I can make another kind," Jia Er became more energetic, "It's also a specialty of their village, called Mao tofu, and it tastes especially good after being fried."

"This name sounds a bit scary," she wondered, "Could it be tofu with hair growing on it? Aren't things with hair usually bad?"

Jia Er nodded, "This isn't bad, it's specially grown so that it will taste good when cooked that way."

Thinking of the reversal of stinky tofu, Ming Youyou became interested, "Really? Can we try making it tomorrow?"

"It's too late. There's no tofu yet."

"That's easy. I'll bring it to you from the county tomorrow." She patted her chest and said, "If it's really delicious, I'll have Xiaguan Village and our Dafeng Village sell it, so that many people will know about it."

This time the two negotiated particularly amicably, so Jia Er did not abandon her. He even took her flying for a while longer. After they had had enough fun, he quietly put her back in the room.

Ming Youyou had a beautiful dream about tofu all night, while Zheng Huan and the others had a nightmare about insects. Then they were woken up by the big rooster in the village, and everyone got up and went about their own business.

Ming Youyou went to the county government office to find Han Wuniang first. Before she entered the door, she saw Mrs. Tao, who was sitting next to her, making a gesture to her to keep quiet and then pointed at the ground.

Only then did she realize that there were many paper balls scattered in Wu Niangzi's room.

"Why aren't you cleaning up?" she asked quietly, stepping over carefully.

Madam Tao also whispered, "Wu Niang won't let me move. She has been painting since early morning and hasn't produced a satisfactory work. She is a little irritated now. You'd better be careful not to provoke her today."

Ming Youyou said that she would be good, and then she slipped to the ground and opened the pictures one by one, "This painting is very good, the mountains and grasslands are beautiful."

"But it feels a little off," Han Wuniang heard. She stopped painting, crumpled up the picture she had just drawn, and frowned, saying, "It seems like there's a lack of spirituality in the painting."

“What is spirituality?”

“It’s something that makes you feel like the painting is alive.”

Ming Youyou found it still a little difficult to understand, so she quietly poked the system.

I searched the system and found a story that would add the finishing touch to the story and told it to her.

Mrs. Tao looked at her staring blankly ahead, thinking that she was possessed by another demon, and wanted them to stop and eat something first. But just as she was about to speak, she saw Ming Youyou clapped her hands and said:

"I kind of understand it. For example, if there's wind, the grass will change and come alive, but now it's not like that. All the grass is too straight."

Wu Niangzi's eyes lit up. "Yes, this detail is well captured. Anything else?"

Ming Youyou scratched his head, "It seems that there should be an eagle in the sky, does this count?"