The Little Lucky Girl

The story of Jiaer and his friends brought back the sad memories of the older generation in the village, who also experienced famine and war when they were young.

Yuqing County is surrounded by mountains, and originally, there were few people except for the local indigenous people. The villages nowadays were originally developed by various refugees who gradually gathered together.

No one dares to say that nothing will happen in the future. After all, the three major countries are eyeing each other covetously, and the small countries around them are not very peaceful either.

Once a refugee occurs, it is very common to be separated from family members, so the elders feel that it is necessary to make some regulations so that it will be easier to find each other in the future.

Ming Youyou asked curiously, "Does the village also want to make a food like Mao Tofu?"

The elders shook their heads and said, "Half of the people in our village don't have good craftsmanship. It's ok to lend a hand, but forget about asking them to do it themselves."

Zheng Huan said, "Why not make a token for each person to wear on their body?" Like their Zheng family, every child has a jade pendant engraved with the family mark.

Someone immediately objected: "When fleeing famine, anything can be lost. If it's something really good, someone will snatch it away."

Lu Tai thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we memorize the family tree? We have to memorize it since we were young. This way, we can memorize not only our own family but also branches in various places if we encounter them."

The elders looked at each other and laughed awkwardly.

It was the great uncle who spoke up, "Don't be afraid of being laughed at by the young masters. We are peasants who can't read a few words, so we don't need to be so particular. We do have a family tree, which is usually kept in the ancestral hall. If we really run away, only the village chief will keep it."

"And memorizing the family tree, hehe, those kids probably don't have the brains to do that."

Lu Tai hurriedly said: "Uncle is right, you are just thinking too simply."

The four of them thought hard and decided that the adults were okay, but the most difficult ones were the children, as they were the ones who were most likely to forget things.

The children in the village eat very quickly and are now gathering in groups of three or five to play games. The youngest grandson of the village chief has also been attracted to them and starts babbling words that no one can understand.

Ming Youyou's eyes lit up and she turned to look at the other three.

Zheng Huan and Lu Tai also looked over with sharp eyes, "I thought of it." The three of them said in unison.

"What did you think of?" Feng Xu looked at them blankly.

"Just teach the kids a song."

Everyone can remember the song, so even if you want to find someone to sing it with in the future, it won’t be awkward to sing it among a bunch of strangers.

The elders of the tribe were also happy. "That's good. That's good. Please write a song that's nice and easy to remember."

"No problem, leave it to us." Several people patted their chests and said, thinking that the song was much simpler than the script.

Once they got started, they realized they had boasted too early.

The lyrics are fine, at least they have some creative skills; but writing music is really difficult.

"Why don't we just change the existing one?" Feng Xu really couldn't think of anything else.

“No,” Zheng Huan refused, “The songs we know are sung all over the country, so they are of no use in identification.”

Lu Tai was so excited that he couldn't help but say, "I heard that the people of Liang are good at singing and dancing. Let's go to the county town tomorrow and ask the caravans of Daliang about it. We can learn one or two songs and use them as a reference."

Ming Youyou felt that it would be better to ask the system than to ask Daliang, "Do you have any good songs?"

"Yes," the system pulled up the playlist for her to see.

She was stunned. "So many, how many people must be singing in there?"

The system said: "They are all recorded in advance, just like our videos."

It randomly clicked on a song, and Ming Youyou felt a melodious piece of music echoing in his ears.

"This is so convenient," she said in a daze, "It's like having a troupe of actors around me."

"But do I have to listen to all of this? I feel like I can't finish listening to it in one day."

"No, you can enter keywords to exclude them." The system introduced.

She wrote down "hometown", and then found that there were still many songs, so she chose "pastoral" and "rural", and finally, at the suggestion of the system, she added "traditional Chinese style".

The names of the results sounded very comfortable. Ming Youyou played the first few. Although she could only listen to a small part of each song, it was still shocking enough for her, an ignorant ancient child.

She chose a song and listened to it many times.

The system asked: "Do you want to change the next song?"

"No, just this one."

She immediately ran over to Zheng Huan and the others, turned all three of them to face her, and then prepared to sing.

"Why are you holding a bamboo tube to your mouth?" they asked in confusion.

Ahem, she didn’t know why, but when she saw those people in the video doing it, she felt that this was the way to sing.

Ming Youyou started singing, and the system fell silent.

The tune is so different that it is completely unrecognizable.

However, Zheng Huan and the others had never heard the original version. They thought this song was very fresh and they felt like they could hum along with it as they listened to it.

"That's it." Several people decided unanimously.

So this song, which was uniquely modified by Ming Youyou, became the village song of Xiaguan Village.

The song had a brainwashing quality and the lyrics were catchy, so soon everyone in the village learned it.

"The green mountains are closely connected, the white clouds are circling the mountains, the river is winding around Xiaguan, Yuqing has a beautiful scenery..."

They sang at home, in the fields, and at stalls, which attracted the attention of the surrounding villages.

Everyone sat on their own hilltops, shouting at the other side at the top of their lungs. Even though they were clearly far apart from each other, it did not stop the two villages from chatting.

While chatting, the people of Xiaguan Village would call the children over and sing a few lines to show off. The singing echoed among the mountains and seemed to ripple in people's hearts, which was quite shocking for a while.

When people from other villages heard this, they were envious and felt that Xiaguan Village was thinking long-term, so they sent people over to ask Zheng Huan and others to write a poem as well.

A famous song that was popular in another world was spread in Yuqing County in a distorted way through the voice of a certain child.

When Ming Youyou told this to Mrs. Tao, and Mrs. Tao told it to Magistrate Tao as a joke, Magistrate Tao felt heavy in his heart.

The people of Dayu are preparing to flee. They feel so insecure.

All in all, it is because their country is too weak, the people are not well protected, and they can only rely on themselves when they encounter danger.

He looked at his attendant beside him and asked, "Have the gifts to the grassland been sent off?"

The long-servant said, "We have just set out, and we probably haven't even reached the city gate yet."

"Let's have someone call them back." Magistrate Tao sighed, "The gifts are not enough. We need to prepare more."