"It's over, these kids are probably going to die."
The magistrate was pacing anxiously to the side, watching as the child in the distance quickly approached the wolf.
But the next second they realized that the wolf didn't seem to have any intention of harming the children in front of them.
"Little Wolf, you walk slowly behind us. I'll go ahead first so as not to scare anyone."
The little wolf let out a pitiful howl.
Su Muyao led her brothers up the mountain and came right up to the county magistrate. The magistrate picked up Su Muyao and hid her behind his back.
Before Su Muyao could react, she saw the little wolf poised to attack.
"You must kill that wolf quickly, it might attack people."
"Uncle, wait a minute!" The little dumpling he had been hiding behind his back came running out.
“This is my wolf. It doesn’t bite people. It’s probably because you suddenly took me away that it thought you were going to hurt me, so it became aggressive towards you.”
The magistrate watched as the little dumpling took the wolf to the ground and patted its head.
What's truly mind-blowing is that the wolf, like a child who's received candy, rubbed against the little ball of milk in front of it.
They didn't realize what had happened until the group of radish-headed kids, along with the wolf and the mule, had walked far away.
"Is this still a wolf? Are you sure it's not a dog?"
Soon after arriving at the mountain, the magistrate learned from the villagers that this little dumpling was their village's lucky star.
Although the county magistrate did not consider him a real lucky star, it was just a nickname people used for their favorite child.
Su Muyao called her father to help unload the bucket, and then let everyone in Taoliu Village taste her newly made mung bean soup.
This made the people in other villages extremely envious. Some people, seeing such a big wolf, followed behind Little Lucky Star as obediently as their own dogs.
It seems that what people said about the little lucky star was really true; even the animals on the mountain wouldn't harm the little lucky star of Peach Willow Village.
"Why isn't this little lucky star from our own village? Sigh."
"Hey Daqiang, you've got some good ideas. Hurry up and get to work. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go home."
"Oh my, Little Lucky Star, what is this? It tastes so good and sweet, but why is it so cold?"
"Grandma Zhao, this is called mung bean soup, and it contains sugar."
"Oh my, sugar is such a precious thing. You can keep that for yourself, but making so much must have used up a lot of sugar, right?"
After saying that, she looked at the several full buckets with a pained expression.
The Su family's sons each carried a bucket and distributed mung bean soup to everyone.
The village head was leading a group of men dressed as yamen runners and carrying large knives toward them. The man in the middle, surrounded by these yamen runners, was dressed in official robes and was clearly the county magistrate.
Many people who had come to their senses had already begun to bow to the county magistrate.
Then the county magistrate came up to Old Man Su and said, "The village head said that this was the method your family came up with."
Old Su quickly bowed and said, "Your Excellency, you are too kind. It is your governance that is so effective."
"Haha, is that baby in front yours?"
"It is my granddaughter."
As Old Man Su said this, two beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Could it be that this magistrate has heard that his granddaughter is lucky and is plotting something wicked?
It's no wonder he thinks that way; that's what all the people who used to draw those sketchbooks said.
"That child looks quite fortunate. May I try this mung bean soup?"
"These are just sweet soups made by children. I'm grateful that you adults don't mind, so I'll go and get you two bowls to try."
After the county magistrate and the others had all drunk a bowl, they were genuinely amazed at how delicious and refreshing it was.
The most crucial point is that it's so cold inside, could it be that they used ice?
That doesn't make sense. There's no ice at all in this weather. I've heard that only the special cellars in the palace have a little bit of ice.
That little bit of ice was preserved with the painstaking efforts of countless people, specially reserved for the emperor and his concubines to cool off in the summer.
"Do you know who made this sweet water?"
The old village chief respectfully led the little lucky star to the county magistrate.
"These are all little gadgets made by children; these are the youngest grandchildren of the Su family."
Then the county magistrate came up to Su Muyao and asked, "Little lucky star, which of your brothers made this sweet soup?"
Su Muyao saw that the county magistrate looked like a big bad wolf trying to kidnap Little Red Riding Hood, with a face full of ill intent.
"Uncle Magistrate, this sweet soup is homemade. If you like it, please have a couple more bowls."
The magistrate was quite surprised to hear that it was made from such a small milk ball.
"Little one, what are these mung beans called? I've never seen them before. But they're so cold, could it be that you put ice in them?"
“Uncle Magistrate, these mung beans are a kind of food that my father traded with the Lakers for, along with other seeds.”
"However, it is indeed ice in here, but it is ice made of saltpeter."
The magistrate found this even more strange. He had heard of saltpeter, but he had never heard of how to make ice.
Su Muyao saw the county magistrate and was about to ask how saltpeter could be used to make ice, so she quickly spoke first.
"When the weather gets warmer, my family might set up a stall to sell ice. If you like it, Uncle Magistrate, I'll have my dad send you some more."
They're all seasoned veterans; how could they not understand what this little girl meant? This directly blocked the question they wanted to ask.
"You little rascal, you're quite the clever one. Alright, when you set up your stall, remember to ask your dad to send me some over."
After the magistrate finished speaking, he patted the baby's head, where the little tuft of hair was quite adorable.
"good,"
After inspecting the area again, the magistrate returned to write a memorial to be sent to the capital.
If any important matter concerned the county magistrates and prefects below them, they could directly submit memorials to the capital.
Perhaps it's just a difference of this era; the emperors of this country are more considerate of the people's needs.
Regardless of where the disaster occurred or whether it was caused by human error.
They will listen attentively.
After the county magistrate left, the old village chief came to Su Muyao's side.
"You little rascal are quite clever, but our magistrate is a very good person. During his tenure, there have been virtually no cases of him robbing people of their belongings, so there's no need to be so wary."
"Grandpa Village Chief, I understand. You all go ahead with your work, I'll head back now."
"Okay, take care on the road."
As Su Muyao walked along the road, she wondered if her high-yield crops could be known to the county magistrate and spread to higher authorities, so that the people of the entire dynasty could eat the improved crops.
After that, there's nothing to worry about, not even going hungry.
Especially the potatoes and sweet potatoes, even though this dynasty was not any of the dynasties in its own history.
The fact that they didn't even have potatoes or sweet potatoes shows how impoverished and backward they were.
As the sun set, the sky was filled with twinkling starlight and the cool moonlight bathed the mountain forest.
The men in these villages were still burning torches to light the way for the people digging ditches and building canals. The torches stretched out in a line, like a fire dragon coiled around the entire mountain peak.
These people worked until dawn, and finally, the digging was complete. They only needed to dig the first few meters to the water source to release the water completely!
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