The Lucky Farmgirl-Chapter 32 - 21 Discovery

This time, the family still took two bags of grain, planning to sell them and then use some of the money to prepare paper for Manbao, with the rest reserved for Ms.

Qian’s medical expenses.

It was also money for emergencies so that they would not be without in case of urgent need at home.

With quite a few baskets and bamboo cages tied to the cart, all it took was for Zhou Liulang to carry some on his back, and they were ready to go.

Zhou Dalang lifted Manbao onto the cart, settled her into a bamboo cage to sit comfortably.

Ms.

Qian stuffed one of Zhou Dalang’s winter garments in after her, wrapping her entire body so she wouldn’t catch cold.

Then she covered it with a bamboo lid, and Manbao could sleep inside.

Going on a long journey for the first time, of course, Manbao couldn’t sleep.

She was especially energetic, poking her little head out of the bamboo cage, her eyes sparkling.

But since it was still dark, she could only see a limited amount through the torch held up by Fifth Brother.

After looking around with her eyes open for a while, she felt sleepy, couldn’t help but yawn, and her eyes slowly closed.

Zhou Erlang noticed that Manbao had fallen asleep, so he covered her with the bamboo lid she had pushed open.

The lid had holes, so there was no need to worry about her suffocating.

Zhou Erlang glanced at Daya and Erya walking beside them, and he forcefully shifted the basket tied over the grain down a little, then set up a bamboo cage and seated Erya inside it, while Daya was placed on top of the grain so that she could hold onto the basket next to her, “You all sit, and we’ll continue once it’s light out.”

Zhou Erlang and Zhou Dalang took turns pushing the cart, the other assisting.

Walking on flat ground was not too tiring, but the journey required going up and down hills, and the road was uneven, so everyone walked with bumps and stumbles.

Although it was an early autumn morning, they were still sweating profusely.

By the time the sun was slowly rising and the sky was becoming bright, they had already covered half the distance.

Apart from Manbao who was still asleep, Daya and Erya were awake and expressed their desire to get down and walk a bit because they realized their legs were numb.

Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang looked enviously at their two nieces, wiped the sweat from their faces, and thought them fortunate for the numbness in their legs.

Zhou Dalang then said, “Let’s rest for a bit.”

Zhou Wulang and Zhou Liulang immediately sat down on the grass beside them, setting down the large baskets they were carrying on their backs.

Manbao woke up too, rubbed her eyes, and poked her head out of the bamboo cage, realizing she was in an unfamiliar place, she became excited.

She stood up in the bamboo cage, eager to get down from the cart.

Zhou Erlang lifted her down, telling her to go play with Daya and Erya, “You can pick flowers, but don’t go far, just pick where we can see, understand?”

All three little girls nodded vigorously, promising to listen.

Fearless Manbao walked to the edge of the mountain road, on tiptoes, looked down, and thought she saw a wisp of smoke in the distance.

She pointed excitedly and called out, “Our home!”

Zhou Dalang didn’t even glance at it, grabbed some grass from the side, and chewed on it, “Nonsense, how can you see our village from here?”

Manbao vaguely saw a road below, much wider than the current one, and curiously asked, “Big Brother, why don’t we take the road down there?”

“This is a shortcut; that road below is for vehicles.

If we took that one, we would need an extra hour, which isn’t worth it.” Zhou Dalang pointed proudly at the path down the mountain and explained, “You see this mountain path?

It used to be full of rocks, making it hard for people to walk, let alone carts.

Later on, Old Master Bai and the Land Officer led us to clear the stones from this path and filled in some soil, only then could carts travel on it.”

Zhou Dalang lamented, “It’s just too narrow for horse-drawn carriages to pass; otherwise, this road would be much busier.”

Manbao loved to hear such stories and sat beside Zhou Dalang to listen until she couldn’t hold back and said, “Host, there are many wildflowers around here, aren’t you going to pick any?

If you miss this opportunity, you might not find any further down.”

Concerned about her money-making plan, Manbao reluctantly stopped listening to the story.

However, before leaving, she kept pulling at Zhou Dalang’s hand, making him promise, “Big Brother, you have to keep telling me stories when we get home.

I love them.”

Zhou Dalang and Zhou Erlang saw her acting this way, interpreting it as Manbao wanting both to hear stories and to play and pick flowers with Daya and Erya.

Zhou Dalang indulgently stroked her little head, happily saying, “Go on, when you get back, Big Brother will tell you more.”

Manbao happily chased after Daya and Erya.

This part of the road was relatively smooth, and although it was still a mountain path, as far as the eye could see, both sides were within the line of sight of Zhou Dalang and the others.

The three children would be safe as long as they didn’t venture too far.

Daya and Erya found quite a few flowers, some of which Manbao had never seen, and she was especially thrilled to squat down and dig.

Daya and Erya were shocked, saying, “Little sister, why are you digging up the roots?”

Manbao lifted her mud-streaked face, her eyes shining brightly, “I’ve never seen these flowers before; I want to dig up one plant, a small one will do.”

The system did not stop her, as it had scanned and then checked in its system, finding that two types of flowers not only had no records, but no images either, meaning that these two flowers either had mutated or were extinct.

Either way, they held great research value for the future.

If they could be collected, the points earned would be substantial.

The system, for once, generated pleased codes, feeling that not reminding Manbao to bind the flowers yesterday—knowing they would wilt and break easily—was the right decision.

If the flowers hadn’t broken, she definitely wouldn’t have been willing to stop listening to the story today to dig up flowers.

Unaware of this, Manbao, though reluctant to stop digging up the plants to give to Keke, knew that collecting enough wildflowers and fine herbs was also important.

So she insisted on not needing the help of Daya and Erya, urging them to go pick flowers instead.

Manbao herself took a stick and, squatting, began digging into the earth with huffs and puffs.

After watching silently for a while, the system couldn’t help but remind her, “Host, I see that your brother and the others are almost ready to continue.

You might as well just break off the plant stems and give them to me.”

If you dig like this, you might not even extract three plants in a day.

Curiously, Manbao asked, “Will it work if I break them off?”

“Generally speaking, most plants can maintain vitality through branch cuttings, so don’t worry, it should be fine.

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Break them off from the base, take a few more stems for me.

First break off that red one on your left, then go ahead and pull at that purple vine,” instructed the system.

These two flowers were most important; others were already documented, so even if collected, they would only earn encouragement points.