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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

Dusk is cold · History
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1414 Chs

Chapter 296 Shameless Resort to Violence (4)_1

No one in this era had a mechanical grain thresher, and Mo Yan didn't know how to make one, so she could only rely on the most primitive method, using physical strength to shake the grains off. Fortunately, the rice was very ripe, and it didn't require too much effort to shake clean, but repeating the same motion continuously also made her arms sore and left her body lacking strength.

Several fellows, having eaten their fill, lined up side by side on the ground to watch Mo Yan labor. They couldn't lend a hand in such matters, and could only watch helplessly.

After drinking spirit spring water twice to replenish her strength, Mo Yan finally managed to thresh the half-acre of rice grain after several moments. She then spent several more moments sifting through it with a sieve to remove broken leaves, and the remaining grains were stored in hemp sacks.