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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 · Umum
Peringkat tidak cukup
790 Chs

Chapter 356: Rules

Bai Shanbao and Manbao were regulars at the bookstore, and as soon as they entered, they led Bai Erlang to the calligraphy copybooks with practiced ease, all the while prodding him in a low voice, "Pick quickly, once you're done we can go out and play."

Bai Erlang thought about grabbing any copybook, but Manbao had already opened one and asked, "What kind of font do you like? Something rounder, or slimmer and taller? Surely not something more sloppy, right?"

Bai Shanbao had already chosen two from the pile of copybooks and handed them to him, "These two are not bad, choose for yourself."

Bai Erlang then flipped through the copybooks with reluctance, asking softly, "When we get home, could you help me trace from the copybooks?"

"Probably not, your dad would get angry if he found out," said Manbao, "You should do your own work, right?"

Bai Erlang pouted, "But I don't like writing."