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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 86 Dust Settles (2)_1

Once the sesame seeds were fried to perfection, the maltose in the pot had also fully melted.

Mo Yan scooped out the fried salt, wrapped it in oiled paper, and set it aside for next time.

After cleaning and heating the pot until it was dry, Mo Yan poured the fried corn in with a third of the maltose and began to stir with chopsticks and a spatula. Only when the maltose and fried corn were evenly mixed did she begin to shape the candy figurines.

Shaping the candy was not difficult; just smaller than a fist would do. Xin Er found it fun and, after washing her hands with hot water, helped out. In the end, they used five jin of fried corn and ten jin of shade-dried millet with the maltose to make over twenty jin of candy figurines.

Looking at the big pile of golden corn candy figurines and the black-and-white shade-dried millet ones, Xin Er suddenly hugged Mo Yan and burst into tears.