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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."

Bamboo Rain · Général
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Chapter 467: Considerate (Extra updates thanking the book friend "Imperial Guard: Rong Rong" for their reward)

Manbao nodded in agreement, "I hate them."

How dared they insult her mother? Throughout her life, nobody had ever dared to say such things about her mother.

Aunt Lai told her with a smile, "Back then, it didn't exist. Don't be fooled by how tough it was when your mother first got married, she wasn't one to suffer losses. She had a fiery temper, and in terms of quarrels and fights, there wasn't a daughter-in-law in the village more formidable than her."

Manbao propped her chin and listened to stories all afternoon until her legs were numb and the sunset was about to descend. Only when Junior Ms. Qian couldn't find any trace of the children in the courtyard did she realize they were still under the banyan tree listening to stories.

Junior Ms. Qian then stood at the door, hands on hips, and shouted in the direction of the banyan tree, "Wulang, Liulang, Manbao, time to eat—hurry and bring the kids back."