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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 599: The Mask

Bai Shanbao urged Manbao to stay in the city and play tomorrow, saying, "Wei Chen said the city is really fun. Not only is there a boat race, but also a Nuo play. Have you seen a Nuo play before?"

Manbao shook her head, "I haven't seen it, have you?"

"I vaguely remember seeing it once when I was little in Longzhou. I don't remember it very clearly, but it was really interesting. It's for driving away ghosts and plagues. They wear masks on their faces, so much fun."

Manbao was so tempted by his words, but she had promised Keke to find something nice for it.

Seeing her interest, Bai Shanbao continued, "It's Duanwu Festival, and the streets will definitely have a lot of flowers for sale. The ones you planted in the yard haven't bloomed yet. I saw quite a few in the streets, so we can buy some nice ones when we go."

But what she wanted were not the flowers she had seen on the streets, but the ones she hadn't.