The Farmer’s Adorable Little Treasure

Everyone knew that the Lao family of Qingshui Village had a precious granddaughter nicknamed Pang Ya, with the grand nickname Han Bao.

She wasn't just the ringleader of the children. Whenever she got into a fight, the whole village came out to back her, even the seventy-year-old grandmothers.

“Who dares bully our Pang Ya?”

“Exactly! Let's see if the good people of Qingshui Village will stand for it!”

The kids from the neighboring village stared blankly. “I don't think we even did anything. How scary!”

Whenever she made a round of the village, her little cloth bag was sure to be stuffed full.

“Pang Ya, out to play? Here, I've fried some beans for you. I'll put them in your bag,” a friendly auntie at the village entrance said.

“Auntie, me no Pang Ya. Me Han Bao~”

Another woman came over. “Pang Ya, here's a freshly warmed steamed bun. Remember to eat it!”

The little girl puffed up indignantly and pinched her tummy. “Waaah, I'm not fat at all! Why does everyone call me Pang Ya?”

Unable to figure it out, the little girl decided to stop thinking about it. She hurried home with her little cloth bag, huffing and puffing.

“Grandma, me back~”