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Farm Girl's Manor

[Farming]+[Space]+[Heartwarming]+[Prosperity]+[Defeating Scum] Mo Yan, reduced to ashes by an explosion, was reborn in ancient times, becoming a little farm girl on the run from famine! Above her, a kind and handsome Scholar father - not bad! Below her, a lively and adorable pair of younger siblings - very good! But really, she felt like dying all over again, you know? On the run, going without food, drink, or shelter was one thing, but to always guard against bad guys who might capture her to fill their bellies was another! Luckily, her upgradable Space from the previous life followed her, but what the heck - that amazing Space with mountains, water, and meat to eat had been formatted! Faced with a desperate situation, Mo Yan reignited her fighting spirit: So what if it's formatted, I'll still make a fortune and build my wealth right at the foot of the Imperial City! Carving out mountains, planting orchards, buying shops, building houses... not one less! But... there are so many green-eyed troublemakers! Your farm is yours? Here, I'll trap you to death without discussion! Want to be my stepmom? Fine, I'll send you a bunch of widowers! Mother looking for you? Here, take the divorce papers, keep them, don't thank me! ... What? A handsome man is proposing? Uh, this... should I throw myself at him? PS: 1. Insist on farming without wavering + atypical domestic skirmish + no palace intrigue 2. The writing style is fairly serious, and values are normal (not excluding the occasional whimsy of the author) Links to completed works: [Abandoned Farm Girl: A Beautiful Countryside] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/527965.html [The General's Legitimate Daughter Not to be Messed With] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/473776.html

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Chapter 1045: Reclaiming the Bizarre Train of Thought (2)

Mo Yan glanced over and then averted her gaze. She felt somewhat thirsty, but as she picked up the teacup, she put it down again, increasingly unable to stomach the smell in the room.

Without a word from Mo Yan, Zhao Dafu and his four sons did not dare to speak rashly, standing silently to one side, their hearts filled with extreme annoyance towards the three people kneeling on the ground.

They recognized all three individuals as they were among the fifty tenant households in Chen Family Village, the most violent agitators against the relinquishing of their lease. Not only had they caused a commotion, but they had also incited others, and if not for the village leader's nephew Chen Xue keeping things in check, these three might have instigated others to join them in a fight.

Zhao Dasha was restless, looking around from one person to the next, no longer interested in his favorite pastries, furrowing his brow, and his face displaying a childlike perplexity.