The Little One Heard Tiantian Cry, and the Whole Family Struck It Rich in the Mountains

[Historical Farming] [Adorable Child Beloved by All] [Making a Fortune in the Mountains] [The Whole Family Turns Their Lives Around] [Plant Empathy] [Building Wealth] [Healing Food] [Warm Family Bonds]

Four-year-old Nuobao was stuffed into a tattered sack and dumped in a ravine behind Lihua Village, clutching a black wooden token tightly to her chest.

The Jiang family was so poor they could barely put food on the table, yet they risked everything to take her in. Little did they know that this baby girl had an invisible little plot tucked inside her clothes.

This plot was quite delicate. It couldn't produce gold or silver, and it could only be nourished by Nuobao's emotions.

When Nuobao was hungry, it wilted. When she cried, it rained. But as long as Nuobao coaxed it in her baby voice, "Be a good girl and go to sleep. Grow nice and plump by tomorrow."

Miracles would happen:

Tender shoots sprouted from shriveled wild vegetables, frozen raspberry vines bore red fruit, and digging where she pointed turned up winter bamboo shoots and a mountain spring!

With Nuobao's little plot, the Jiang family grew wild vegetables, made jam, and built a seedling nursery, transforming their poor mountain ravine into a prosperous village.

But trouble came along with it!

Greedy relatives showed up to snatch the child, unscrupulous grain merchants blocked their roads and drove them into a corner, local bigwigs tried to seize the mountain, and countless people set their sights on that black wooden token.

Nuobao's cheeks puffed with anger as she guarded the token and shouted, "No taking it! The mountains will hurt, and I bite too!"

The Jiang family saw red. Every one of them sprang into action to protect their little lucky star.

It wasn't until the Black Armored Guards from the prefectural city came pounding through the gate and knelt before Nuobao, weeping with red eyes, that they cried, "Little Mistress, your subordinates have finally found you!"

Terrified, Nuobao hid behind her mother and peeked out with her little head. "I'm not a little master. I'm Mama's Nuobao!"

The next moment, the black wooden token erupted in dazzling light, and the gates to the imperial herb garden, which had lain dormant deep in the mountains for ten years, swung open with a thunderous crash...