As she drove along, Su Muyao suddenly realized something crucial—books. She needed to stockpile as many as possible.
And just like that, she went on another spree, practically emptying several bookstores.
On her way back, she happened to spot a harvesting machine.
A sly smile curved on her lips—if she could bring things like that back to ancient times…
From there, she went all in on agricultural equipment: tractors, plows, seeders, and even bought a few vans.
She knew some of these things would never be usable in the ancient world, but that didn’t stop her from preparing them for her own use.
Over the next few days, she continued stockpiling supplies across different places around the world. Just when she had nearly finished, one last thought crossed her mind—weapons.
Ancient people supposedly had internal martial arts, didn’t they? And she herself was weak—she couldn’t carry heavy loads or fight. If she ever ran into bandits or thieves, wouldn’t she be dead in minutes?
With that in mind, it seemed she had no choice but to take a risk and go abroad to acquire what she needed.
After all, no matter how strong someone’s martial arts were, a grenade would still blow them to pieces.
She booked a flight for that very day. For some reason, she felt an urgent need to move faster—faster than ever.
…
Sure enough, her instincts were right.
Just as she finished a large weapons deal overseas and was on her way back, something went wrong.
A gang leader had set his sights on her. They must have noticed something unusual—she had stored massive amounts of supplies in warehouses, yet after just one visit, everything had mysteriously vanished.
While being chased by the gang, a truck suddenly came barreling toward her. She jerked the steering wheel, but the car lost control and plunged off an overpass.
When she woke up again… she was already inside the womb of this cruel mother.
At least all her money had been spent—otherwise, the thought of it would have made her sick.
Just like in her earlier dream, after she was born safely, her heartless father abandoned her in a mass grave.
That night in the burial ground was perhaps the most miserable moment of her life.
Ants crawled all over her body, and venomous snakes occasionally slithered out from the grass.
Fortunately, the man who had appeared as her father in her dreams soon came and saved her.
On her first day home, she did nothing but sleep. Maybe it was a baby’s instinct—she just felt overwhelmingly drowsy.
…
After feeding her some rice soup, Old Master Su stepped outside and gathered the whole family for a brief meeting.
The main topic was simple: there was now an extra mouth to feed. The baby would be raised by the third son’s family. If anyone had objections, then they could split the household.
The eldest and second sons had no complaints. They both wanted a daughter themselves but hadn’t been blessed with one. Since the third son had found her, it wasn’t their place to take her away.
The eldest daughter-in-law was well-educated and kind-hearted, and she took a liking to the little girl immediately.
But the second daughter-in-law felt differently. It was already a time of famine—food was scarce for everyone. Adding another person to the household meant tightening their belts even further.
It wasn’t that she disliked girls or favored boys—on the contrary, she had always wanted a daughter. But with so many children already and such hard times ahead, how were they supposed to manage?
Meanwhile, Old Master Su was already thinking about giving his granddaughter a nice name. He planned to visit the local scholar later to have one chosen.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
“Is anyone home? May I have a drink of water?”
The visitor was an elderly man, clearly over a hundred years old, dressed in striking Taoist robes.
Behind him trailed a crowd of curious villagers. For most of them, the farthest they had ever traveled was the nearby county town. With little entertainment in their lives, they naturally flocked to see anything unusual.
The old Taoist gazed toward the west wing of the farmhouse, where he perceived a faint golden aura swirling. It seemed someone of great fortune and virtue had been born into this family.
He cupped his hands respectfully toward Old Master Su and asked, “May I ask if your household has recently welcomed a newborn child?”
Old Master Su’s previously friendly expression immediately hardened.
Could this Taoist have heard that they had taken in a baby—and come to take her away?
“No. Nothing like that,” he replied curtly. “You’ve had your water. If there’s nothing else, please be on your way.”
Old Master Su’s blunt tone practically said it outright: You’ve had your water—now please be on your way.
The Taoist immediately realized there had been a misunderstanding and quickly explained, “Could you bring the child out for me to see? The newborn in your family is someone with great destiny. I only wish to take a look… and perhaps give her a name, if you would allow it.”
Hearing that he only wanted to name the child, Old Master Su relaxed a little. Letting him take a look wouldn’t hurt. With all his sons at home, there was no way this old man could take the baby away.
“Alright, I’ll bring her out. You can have a look—and give her a name while you’re at it.”
He turned and went inside, soon returning with the baby in his arms. The moment the Taoist saw her, he immediately bowed deeply.
To him, the child was surrounded by a radiant golden aura, and in her tiny hand, there even seemed to be the faint illusion of a purple lotus.
This was no ordinary child blessed with merit—this was something far greater.
Everyone present, including Old Master Su, was baffled.
How could someone of such advanced age bow so respectfully to a mere infant? Wasn’t that almost inviting misfortune upon the child?
Straightening up, the Taoist smiled and congratulated Old Master Su. “This girl is destined for greatness beyond measure. Your family’s good fortune is about to arrive.”
After saying this, he took out a turtle shell and began divining. After several casts, he finally came up with a name: Su Muyao.
In Old Master Su’s arms, the baby widened her eyes in shock.
It was the exact same name she had in her previous life. Was it coincidence—or fate?
It seemed this Taoist truly possessed some real skill. She would have to be more cautious in the future.
The Taoist offered no explanation for the meaning behind the name and made as if to leave in a hurry.
But Old Master Su wouldn’t let him go so easily. After all, the man had given his granddaughter a name and spoken such auspicious words—he had to offer something in return.
“This is just a small token of appreciation. Please don’t mind that it’s not much.”
The Taoist didn’t even glance at the coins. The Taoist didn’t even glance at the coins, wishing to distance himself from them entirely. Such material things were meaningless to him.
“No need, no need. Being able to perform this divination for your granddaughter is already the greatest blessing of my life,” he said, then left in a hurry.
The villagers whispered among themselves, intrigued by the scene.
After that day, a new topic became common in the village’s chatter: Was this rescued child a lucky star? Could she bring fortune to the Su family? Everyone watched eagerly to see.
And if you claimed the Taoist was just trying to scam money—he hadn’t taken a single coin. It truly seemed that he was acting out of genuine purpose.
One Year Later
This was Su Muyao’s first year in Taoliu Village, approaching her first birthday.
By the previous month, she could already walk on her own, but this year had been rather frustrating.
First, she had no control over her bathroom habits. Then, day after day, she watched her caretakers feed her either corn porridge or wild vegetable mash. Sometimes, she had to eat some herself.
Fortunately, she had quietly released a few small blessings for them along the way.
By now, the entire village no longer remembered her real name—they all called her Fu Bao, meaning “Lucky Treasure.”
The reason was simple: throughout the year, she had occasionally let slip a couple of chickens or even a sheep.
The villagers believed these were gifts of fortune brought by Fu Bao, making her little “miracles” seem entirely natural.
Of course, giving too much at once was unwise. Major blessings were only released roughly once every three months.
Whenever the Su family received these gifts, they took them to the town market to exchange for money. With the cash, they would buy fine rice to cook for Fu Bao.
Old Su would proudly parade her around, showing off to the elders what good fortune his granddaughter had brought.
By now, most villagers kept their distance from Old Su—the man could really talk a lot.
But whenever they saw Su Muyao, they would still come forward to hold her, one by one.
For a baby who couldn’t speak, it was exhausting. Luckily, Su Muyao could now talk and walk—so she could finally refuse if she wanted to.