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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 · História
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1414 Chs

Chapter 652: The Omen of Entering Dreams (1)_1

After the rice from the one hundred and thirty mu had been threshed and dried, Mo Yan did not have it weighed but simply piled it up in the vacant rooms at the front yard, filling up three entire rooms. It took Guan Yu and fifty people more than two hours with over twenty scales to weigh all the rice. The final tally shocked everyone!

A hundred and forty-five thousand jin, a full one hundred and forty-five thousand jin! That meant a yield of over eleven hundred jin per mu, which was more than a hundred jin higher than the initially estimated yield of one thousand jin per mu, and compared to the rice commonly grown in Great Chu, it was an astonishing eight hundred jin more!

This yield was within Mo Yan's expectations. Had it not been for the newly constructed terraced fields being too barren, and her fear of arousing suspicion by irrigating too liberally with Spirit Spring Water, she anticipated the yield would have been two hundred jin more on top of the eleven hundred jin.