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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 · Lịch sử
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1414 Chs

Chapter 297 Shameless Resort to Violence (5)_1

"Yanyan, you've worked hard!"

Mo Qingze climbed onto the carriage and, seeing the corner full of liquor jars, couldn't resist patting her on the head.

"What are you saying, Dad? It's just brewing a few jars of rice wine, how is that hard work!" Mo Yan hugged her father's arm, smiling merrily as she spoke.

Mo Qingze chuckled and said no more. Every time he returned or Yanyan visited, she would bring him some rice wine or fruit wine; he could never finish it all by himself. He told her several times not to keep bringing it, but the next time, she would still deliver.

Eventually, at Zhiyun's reminder, he took some to the Academy to share with classmates. Over time, those who were not particularly friendly to him became much friendlier, and whenever he had questions that he didn't understand, they answered patiently.

Even the teachers received some from him. There seemed to be no change on the surface, but he could feel that the teachers paid more attention to his studies.