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The Lucky Farmgirl

The Fourth Brother had squandered his wealth through gambling, leaving their mother in a critical state. To make matters worse, the creditors even asked them to sell Manbao to settle the debts! In the village, whispers spread that the golden days of the Zhou Family's cherished Manbao were over. Their elderly mother clung to Manbao's hand, tears streaming down her face. However, Manbao tightly grasped a system in her hand, a tool that would lead her and her brothers and sisters-in-law to reclaim their fortunes. They ventured into agriculture, cultivating land, growing medicinal herbs, and establishing shops, steadily improving their lives. As their situation improved, concerns shifted to Manbao's marital prospects by the sister-in-laws. "Mr. Zhuang's grandson is an excellent match – educated and well-spoken. He is just perfect for you." "No! You should consider Mr. Qian's youngest son, who is handsome and well-mannered. You can count on him never to defy you." Suppressing a smile, Manbao responded, "My heart is already set. I choose Bai Shanbao, my childhood friend whom I've playfully scolded since we were young."

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Chapter 202: Hot Weather (Additional update for receiving 185,000 recommendation votes from Yunqi)

Manbao then began to roam around the village, realizing that she wasn't very familiar with the children her age. When she ran over to them, they would see her from a distance and run away.

After wandering for a while, Manbao grew bored and simply ran back home to tidy up her Small book box. She said to Ms.Qian, "Mom, I'm off to school."

Ms.Qian nodded, "Go ahead, go ahead. Are you tired today?"

She was worried that her little girl was too tired from playing too much, which was why she had taken an extra day off. If Manbao wanted to go to school, she naturally supported her.

Manbao shook her head, "Not tired at all."

"Then off you go."

Manbao, carrying her Small book box, ran to the school and slipped in through the back door. The teacher standing on the podium saw her but pretended not to, though he was quite speechless about the children's painfully obvious actions.

Why would you enter through the back door when you sit in the front row?