The Lucky Farmgirl

Very good, another matter was settled. The steward and the chief clerk who understood the subtleties both let out a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but cast another curious glance at Manbao.

Children who could say things that stump the adults were certainly impressive to some extent.

But Manbao was still young and naturally small for her age, and even though she was now fair and plump, she was quite short. Along with her chubby little face, she looked extremely tender.

No one would blame her for speaking out of turn; instead, they thought of it as child’s innocent bluntness.

Looking at Bai Shanbao, those who knew the undercurrent of the conversation smiled faintly. After all, it was just the words of a seven- or eight-year-old child, and stretching it to a matter of male-female taboos seemed quite far-fetched.

However, after having lunch, Old Master Bai invited County Magistrate Fu and his entourage to rest in the guest room for a while before taking the two children to the study for a talk, deciding it was time to teach them the art of conversation.

They were not getting any younger, and it was time they started learning this skill. Otherwise, if they always offended people when they went out and didn’t understand why they might end up in a sack without a clue, that would be truly miserable.

Old Zhou also felt that his little girl was too talkative and was just about to have a word with her when he listened at the door of the study for a while and then quietly left.

He thought that if they made tofu at home in the future, they should not only deliver it to the neighboring Shanbao’s house but also send some to Old Master Bai’s house as well.

County Magistrate Fu, although wanting to appear diligent, found the Bai Family’s environment was indeed very pleasant. Added to his lack of rest and sleep deprivation, as soon as he sat down on the bed after a full meal, he couldn’t help but feel drowsy.

In a short while, he lay down on the couch and fell fast asleep with a snore.