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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 · Sejarah
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1414 Chs

Chapter 321 Someone Has Ideas: A Well-Intentioned Warning (2)_1

The carriage had just entered the north gate when Mo Yan stepped down from it and told Lizhong that she would go to the rice shop for lunch at noon.

Lizhong nodded in response, thinking to himself that he should cook a couple of extra good dishes at noon, and after cautioning Mo Yan to be careful, he drove the carriage towards the Eastern Market.

Looking at the still quiet streets, Mo Yan turned and walked into a tea house.

It was early, and in the tea house, there was only the shopkeeper and a few busy attendants. Learning that the elegant rooms on the second floor facing the street had already been reserved, Mo Yan had no choice but to find a seat by a street-facing window in the main hall and ordered a pot of Biluochun tea, four types of dried fruits, and four types of pastries.