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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 768 Mrs. Du Released from Prison Asking for Help (1)_1

In the Ministry of Justice's Prison, dark, damp, and cold, an acrid stench of decay pervaded the space. Nearly every cell held one or two prisoners clad in tattered garments. These inmates huddled in the corners, their disheveled hair obscuring their faces, and at the slightest sound, they'd start like frightened birds, wishing they could retreat into their own bellies.

Overall, the conditions here were undoubtedly much worse than those of the cell where Mo Qingze had previously been confined.

The prison was stratified by status: those not yet sentenced or whose crimes were less severe, destined for transfer elsewhere, occupied cells with slightly better conditions; those guilty of heinous crimes, beyond redemption, were consigned to the vilest cells—once inside, there was no leaving, except in death.