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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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Extra Episode 15: Going to Give Birth_2

Mo Yan touched her belly again and turned to the man, "I don't know whether the one in my belly is a boy or girl. When we return to the city, should we invite someone to take a look?"

In the absence of modern medical equipment that could reveal the sex of an unborn child, experienced doctors and midwives could still make educated guesses based on the pregnant woman's condition. Though not entirely accurate, they often had a seventy to eighty percent certainty.

With his hands gently caressing his wife's semi-circular belly, a glint of hope flashed in Xiao Ruiyuan's eyes, "Your husband hopes for a daughter, one just like you."

"A daughter?" Mo Yan had never before heard the man explicitly express his longing for a daughter. Surprised, and with a touch of mischief, she asked, "My parents said the Xiao Family has few heirs and they are all hoping for a son from this pregnancy. If your wish for a daughter comes true and I don't want to give birth again, what then?"