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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 434: New Year's Red Envelope - Picking a Quarrel (1)_1

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The family sat together, chatting merrily as they waited for the New Year's arrival, but only Mo Yan appeared listless, barely speaking at all. Had there not been so many people around, engaging in incessant conversations, it might have been obvious to everyone that something was amiss.

When the Zi Hour arrived, the sound of firecrackers outside began to burst forth one after another, like a pot of boiling porridge, Mo Qingze solemnly carried a tray with offerings and completed the End of Year sacrificial ritual in the courtyard amidst a succession of loud firecracker blasts, as the family joyously welcomed the New Year.

After enjoying the delicious dumplings, the burden of staying up late set in, and after exchanging a few words, everyone retired to their respective rooms. As soon as Mo Yan and her three beasts stepped into her courtyard, Maomao swiftly scurried down from under the eaves, circling in front of her incessantly, emitting a sharp and piercing screech.