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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 878: Planning for Champion Scholar (2)

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Just across the street from the Imperial palace lay a quaint little teahouse. Though small, its interior decorations seemed elegant and refined. After attending to state affairs, many Ministers liked to come here to savor tea and listen to music, dispelling the fatigue of the day. However, the cost of tea here was firmly three times higher than at other teahouses.

What surprised Mo Yan most was that the Shopkeeper and the few Waiters all had a determined look, and they moved with a robust vigor, hardly resembling a Shopkeeper or Waiters at all. Moreover, each of them had some form of disability; the Shopkeeper lacked legs below the knee and could only walk with crutches, the tea master who brewed the tea was missing a right leg and had lost his left eye, and even the Waiter who served the tea could only carry a tray with his left hand while a loose sleeve dangled emptily where his right hand should have been.