[Adorable little farmer + hunting in the mountains for treasure + the whole family's redemption from villainy + everyone's favorite, bringing prosperity to the family + no romance, just a little kid + face-slapping feel-good story + everyday food + building a fortune from the ground up]
Three-and-a-half-year-old Shen Nuonuo was lured into the mountains by her aunt with a bowl of cold porridge.
The whole village said the second branch of the Shen family was finished.
Her father was a lame hunter, her mother was sickly, her older brother was mute, her older sister had been rejected by her fiancé, her grandmother played favorites, and the eldest branch came by every day to take advantage of them.
But as soon as Nuobao entered the mountains, she heard voices all around her.
An old pine tree called out, “There's a lingzhi beneath the rock on the left!”
The stream babbled, “Come quickly, come quickly! There are golden-scaled fish here!”
The wild bees buzzed, “Save our queen bee, and we'll give you something sweet!”
Even a great black bear blocked her way with its cub in its arms. “Little mistress, my baby has a fever.”
Nuobao hugged her little basket and said in a babyish voice, “Don't worry, don't worry. One at a time, please.”
From that day on, the Shen family changed.
Her father's leg healed, her mother's illness disappeared, her brother began to speak, and her sister became the best little shopkeeper of mountain goods in all the surrounding villages.
The eldest branch got jealous and came to steal from them?
Nuobao waved her little hand. Sparrows spread the news, wild boars blocked the road, and the village chief caught them red-handed.
The county magistrate's wife asked for medicine, and Nuobao dug up a hundred-year-old ginseng root.
The general's household searched for the person who had saved their lives, only to discover it was the little dumpling munching on a sweet potato.
When famine struck and food ran short, everyone else wailed in despair, while the Shen family's fields were covered in waves of wheat, their storehouses overflowed with honey, and customers lined up at their medicine shop.
Before long, the powerful families of the capital had all heard of the little lucky treasure on Qingwu Mountain.
Hugging her bamboo cup of milk, she shook her head solemnly. “Nuobao won't sell the mountain. Nuobao will take care of it.”
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