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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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Chapter 657 Rampage (2)_1

Mo Yan and her companions had been busy all morning, their waists and hands indeed sore from the labor. Relieved to have some help, she quickly set down the cleaver and untied her apron, smiling.

At that moment, Dani came over with some tea, pouring a bowl for each person who had come to help.

Mo Yan took a sip and tasted the sweetness of sugar spread throughout. She was not fond of such sugared water, barely managing to drink half a bowl before setting it down on the table. Unexpectedly, a seven or eight-year-old child spotted it, gleefully rushed over, and in one breath, finished the remaining half bowl, even relishing the bowl's bottom for one last taste.

Mo Yan's eyes bulged in astonishment. She reached out to stop him, but it was too late. It wasn't that she minded the child's lack of manners for drinking her sugared water without asking—it was simply too unhygienic for her comfort, and it caused her some distress.