Rebirth of a Village Girl

rich?

This was the nth time that Mo Qishen told Mrs. Mo that he was rich, but Mrs. Mo never listened.

Because Mo Qishen dropped out of school in his second year of high school, disappeared for a while, and later stopped going to school.

Didn't even finish high school, let alone college.

Therefore, Mo Qishen is at best a junior high school student. Now, all factory recruitment requires a high school degree or above. Moreover, Mo Qishen does not have a position in any industry owned by the Mo family. How can an idle person get the money? ?

"You don't have to be brave in front of mom, just stop it." Old Mrs. Mo patted Mo Qishen's hand and said meaningfully: "Old Liu, mom doesn't expect you to have any big future in this life, as long as Just stay well and be safe. Our family has plenty of money, and Mom has kept it for you. You don’t have to worry about the future. "

"Mom is just waiting for you to marry that girl from the Zhao family and give her a fat grandson."

Mo Qishen touched his nose helplessly and said with a smile: "Zhao Jinrong is a top student who returned from studying in France. How can I get there?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Old Mrs. Mo scolded: "The Zhao family are all kind-hearted people who keep their promises, and Jing Rong is also a rare and good child! You have an engagement, and they will definitely not go back on their word."

Mrs. Mo and Mo Fuhai are both the same people, and they both believe in the Zhao family very much.

kind?

The Zhao family is so kind!

Mo Qishen smiled and said no more.

After going upstairs, Mo Qishen made a phone call and went out.

Mo Qishen held the microphone. Different from the previous casualness, he looked calm and solemn at this time.

If outsiders saw it, they would definitely be shocked.

When did a useless, idle waste have such an aura?

"Hey, it's time to break the news to the Zhao family."

After saying this, Mo Qishen hung up the phone.

Almost in an instant, Mo Qishen returned to his usual appearance, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

The second day.

Because he still had to prepare breakfast for Mrs. Mo, Ni Yan got up at three o'clock in the morning.

But she didn't expect that Ni Cuihua got up earlier than her.

At this time, Ni Cuihua had already lit the fire in the bread kiln and helped Ni Yan pack up the things that were going to be sold at the stall.

With Ni Cuihua's help, Ni Yan started working much faster.

She first kneaded the flour fermented last night into the shape of bread, sent it to the bread kiln for baking, and then started cooking.

The ingredients and other ingredients were prepared last night. Now you just need to pass some water and you can fry them directly.

While Ni Yan was cooking, Ni Cuihua was sitting under the stove making a fire.

After a while, the small kitchen was filled with the aroma of vegetables.

After frying the vegetables, the bread is almost toasted.

Ni Yan baked a dozen breads in total.

Bring two for Mrs. Mo, eat one for yourself, and leave seven for Ni Cuihua and Ni Chenggui.

Drinking porridge and eating bread in the morning, and then eating the refreshing hot and sour radish skin, not to mention how comfortable it is.

After having breakfast and preparing everything, Ni Yan set off to the morning market.

At half past five, Ni Yan arrived at the morning market on time.

Although she came earlier this morning, there were already many diners waiting.

"Young boss, you are finally here! Is there any sour plum soup this morning?"

Ni Yan smiled and said: "Yes, I prepared five hundred copies this morning."

With the help of everyone, the stove, tables and chairs were quickly set up.

Li Gongcheng came a little later than usual this morning. When he reached the queue, he handed the thermos box to Ni Yan and said excitedly: "Xiao Ni, our old lady likes to eat the breakfast you prepared very much! From now on, her old lady will eat it every day I’ll leave you with breakfast.”

That person makes money and does things for others.

Ni Yan reached out to take the thermos box and said with a smile: "It's no trouble, that's right. Are you still following the same rules this morning?"

Li Gongcheng nodded, "Yes, I also want a cup of sour plum soup."

Although Li Gongcheng had drunk sour plum soup before, those sour plum soups were not even one-third as delicious as those made by Ni Yan!

After drinking it once, Li Gongcheng fell in love with the taste.

It's really great!

When Li Gongcheng finished eating noodles and arrived at Mo's house, it happened to be seven o'clock.

At this time, Mrs. Mo was already waiting in the living room with eyes wide open.

"old lady."

"Xiao Li!" Seeing Li Gongcheng, Mrs. Mo stood up excitedly.

Li Gongcheng handed the bag to Mrs. Mo, "Old lady, this is your breakfast this morning."

"Okay, okay." Mrs. Mo immediately opened the bag and said with some disappointment: "Why is there no sour plum soup this morning?"

Li Gongcheng explained: "Boss Xiao Ni said that it is not good for the elderly to eat too much sweet food, so he did not prepare sour plum soup for you."

"Oh." Mrs. Mo nodded, "This little boss Ni knows a lot."

Inexplicably, Mrs. Mo felt warm in her heart.

It doesn’t matter if the sour plum soup is missing. Anyway, Boss Xiao Ni’s cooking skills are also very good!

Mrs. Mo is now Ni Yan's number one fan.

Li Gongcheng continued: "Old lady, you eat first, I'll leave first."

"Well, go and do your work."

As soon as Li Gongcheng left, Mrs. Mo opened the thermos box.

The thermos box is the same as the one from yesterday morning, with three layers in total.

The first layer is red dates and longan porridge.

The second layer is cold and spicy fungus.

On the third layer are two things wrapped in oil paper, but it’s not clear what they are.

Mrs. Mo picked it up curiously and opened the oil paper layer by layer. Suddenly, a sweet milk fragrance hit her face.

What you see is a golden bread.

Crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside.

Open it gently and you can still see the steam coming out of it.

It smells so good!

Mrs. Mo took a deep breath.

This little Ni really surprises her every morning.

Mrs. Mo has eaten steamed buns and bread bought outside before, but this is the first time she has eaten such delicious bread.

This taste is really amazing.

Why does she like Xiao Ni so much?

Invisibly, Mrs. Mo was full of affection for this little Ni whom she had never met before.

After a while, Mo Baichuan came down from upstairs. He took the initiative to greet Mrs. Mo, "Good morning, grandma."

"Chuan'er, come here and have breakfast with grandma." Mrs. Mo waved to him.

Mo Baichuan followed the words and walked over.

Mrs. Mo handed the remaining piece of bread to Mo Baichuan.

Mo Baichuan flatly refused and said, "I don't have much appetite in the morning. Grandma, I'll just watch you eat."

"No appetite?" Old Mrs. Mo said with a smile: "Chuan'er, I guarantee that after you eat what Xiao Ni made, you will immediately work up your appetite!"

Xiao Ni?

Ni Yan?

Was this made by Ni Yan?

Mo Baichuan squinted his eyes without any trace, Ni Yan had actually stretched out his hand so long!

On the surface, he was indifferent to him, but on the inside, he made his family so happy.

Isn't this playing hard to get?

Mrs. Mo continued: "Chuan'er, would you like to take a bite? Grandma used to have a lot of appetite just like you, but since she ate the food made by Xiao Ni, her appetite has become much better!"

Who wants to eat something made by a woman with ulterior motives?

Mo Baichuan hid all his displeasure in his eyes and continued: "Grandma, I really can't eat. By the way, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Before Mrs. Mo could react, Mo Baichuan's figure disappeared outside the door.

"This brat!" Mrs. Mo sighed helplessly.

…

The Zhao family has two sons and one daughter. Their daughter, Zhao Jingrong, has been cherished and pampered since she was a child.

Zhao Jingrong is three years younger than Mo Qishen, and is twenty-four years old this year.

Twenty-four-year-old Zhao Jingrong has a very good reputation among the wealthy circles in the capital. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also a top student who returned from studying in France. If it weren't for the fact that she and Mo Qishen were already engaged, the person who proposed to marry him at this time would be I'm afraid the threshold has been crossed.

Early in the morning, the Zhao family all sat in the living room, and the atmosphere was a bit solemn.

Zhao Baosheng raised his head and looked at his precious daughter, "Jingrong, I heard that the sixth child of the Mo family has returned. What do you think of this?"

Zhao Jingrong blew on the nail polish she had just applied and said nonchalantly: "He's back, what does it have to do with me?"

Zhao Baosheng continued: "Jing Rong, have you forgotten that you have an engagement with him?"

Zhao Jingrong smiled softly, "An engagement? Whoever agreed to this engagement in the first place will be married."

Even Mo Qishen, a loser who has accomplished nothing, still wants to eat swan meat?

dream!

Zhao Baosheng choked on his precious daughter, because it was their parents who made the original marriage contract.

Mrs. Zhao beside her said leisurely, "The engagement back then was just words, it shouldn't be taken seriously, right?"

Zhao Baosheng said sadly: "But we accepted the token from Old Mo's family."

In fact, at the very beginning, Mo Qishen could be said to be a rare genius in a thousand years.

At the age of three, Mo Qishen could memorize all Tang poetry and Song lyrics. At the age of four, he could verbally calculate any addition, subtraction, multiplication and division equations. At the age of five, he could talk about the five thousand years of Chinese history, and it was even better than what was recorded in the history books. To be specific, when you are six years old, you start the first grade, and when you are seven years old, you jump to the third grade.

Otherwise, the Zhao family would not have settled an in-law relationship with the Mo family early.

Because the Zhao family concluded that Mo Qishen's future must be unlimited.

Who would have thought that they would make a mistake and bet on the wrong thing...

They were full of hope for Mo Qishen, but Mo Qishen actually hurt Zhongyong in the end. He was no longer a genius and gradually became an ordinary person.

Even worse than ordinary people.

Ordinary people at least know that they need to work to earn money to support their families, but Mo Qishen can do nothing but idle around.

Mrs. Zhao said indifferently: "It's a big deal if you take the token and then return it! What's the big deal?"

Zhao Baosheng sighed, "But we can't go back on our word. Besides, we still have friends with Lao Mo's family for so many years. If we really break off the engagement, how can we keep in contact with each other in the future?"

Mrs. Zhao screamed, "If you don't break off the engagement? If you don't break off the engagement, are we, Jing Rong, going to marry that loser? Friendship, is friendship as important as our precious daughter?"

"Mom is right! I am the first to disagree with my little sister marrying Mo Qishen!" Zhao Zijun, the eldest son of the Zhao family, said clearly.

Zhao Ziyi, the second son of the Zhao family, said: "I don't agree with letting my little sister marry Mo Qishen either!"

That loser Mo Qishen is not worthy of their precious sister.

Their sister deserves the best man in the world!

"Jingrong," Zhao Baosheng raised his head and looked at Zhao Jingrong, "What exactly do you think?"

It depends on what the baby girl thinks about this matter.

Zhao Jingrong smiled and said: "Dad, I think you are really old and confused! How can a loser like Mo Qishen, who has accomplished nothing, be worthy of me? I, Zhao Jingrong, will either never marry for the rest of my life, or I will marry a man like Mr. Mog." !”

Mr. Mog is a mythical figure in high society.

Age is a mystery, identity is a mystery, even nationality is a mystery.

Even Zhao Jingrong had only seen the back of Mr. Mog in the international news section.

When people in the circle talk about Mr. Mog, they all look up to him with admiration.

Zhao Baosheng continued: "But you have never even met Mr. Mog, how do you know he is your type?"

Zhao Jingrong smiled softly and said, "Dad, do you think your daughter and I are the kind of person who is so superficial that I only look at the surface?"

Skin appearance?

Can skin be exchanged for gold or silver?

Zhao Jingrong knew very well what she wanted. Not only did she want a superior life, she also wanted supreme glory!

This honor is so profound that this useless person can give it to me?

Mrs. Zhao nodded, "Jingrong, mom supports you. You are so good. Not to mention one Mr. Mog, even ten Mr. Mog can win."

Zhao Jingrong's two brothers also nodded in agreement. They were full of confidence in this sister.

Zhao Baosheng continued: "What if Mr. Mog is a very old man?"

After all, the glory that Mr. Mog has received is not something that a young boy can withstand.

This person is probably older than him!

Zhao Jingrong smiled slightly, "That's better than that loser Mo Qishen."

Zhao Baosheng sighed, "Okay, Jingrong, Dad knows what you mean. Dad will find a time to discuss this matter with the Mo family."

Zhao Jingrong gently put the nail polish on the coffee table, "Dad, there's no need to find time. This kind of thing needs to be cut through quickly. Let's do it tomorrow. I'll go with you tomorrow."

"Also," Zhao Jingrong added: "Dad, breaking off the engagement is not a matter of discussion, it is an imperative!"

Whenever Zhao Jingrong thinks about the fact that she is still engaged to that loser from the Mo family, she feels sick and panicked, with goosebumps rising one after another.

"Little sister, we will go with you too." Zhao Jingrong's two brothers said.

Mrs. Zhao said: "Then I will go with you, just in case the Mo family behaves rogue and does not want to break off the engagement. With the number of us, we can gain momentum."

After Mrs. Mo learned that the Zhao family would come to visit tomorrow, she was so happy that she immediately ordered the servants to clean the Mo house up and down, inside and out, to show respect for the Zhao family.

The children on both sides have grown up. If the Zhao family comes to visit at this time, they must discuss the wedding date of Mo Qishen and Zhao Jinrong.

Thinking that she would be able to hold her fat grandson in her arms soon, Mrs. Mo felt windy when she walked. She quickly went upstairs to inform Mo Qishen of the good news.

Hearing this, Mo Qishen tugged at the corners of his lips, "Okay, Mom, I understand."

Mrs. Mo continued: "Old Liu, you have to behave well in front of Jing Rong tomorrow!"

Mo Qishen nodded, "Don't worry, my son will not let you down."

Mrs. Mo added: "Also, remember to take care of yourself tomorrow and don't act like this."

Mo Qishen continued to nod, but there was a trace of sarcasm in the deepest part of his eyes.

…

On Yuncheng Road, around 11 a.m., Ni Yan sold out 600 portions of noodles and 500 cups of sour plum soup.

I made a total of 220 yuan today, and I am one step closer to my plan to buy a shop!

Ni Yan smiled and began to prepare to close the stall.

She was clearing away the dishes with her eyes lowered. Suddenly, a thick shadow enveloped her body. At the same time, there was a sense of oppression in the air, making it difficult to breathe and a little cramped.

Ni Yan raised her eyes subconsciously, and instantly fell into a pair of deep and cold black eyes.

The four eyes met, and the waves in the eyes were flowing. Those eyes were too deep, too cold, and too insightful, as if they wanted to see through people.

It's him, Mo Baichuan...

That narcissistic piece of trash!

Ni Yan has no good impression of such arrogant and conceited people.

However, last time she pushed him into a puddle. This time, could he be here for revenge?

Thinking of this, Ni Yan's eyes turned slightly darker.

"Cook me a bowl of noodles." Mo Baichuan spoke after a moment and leaned over to sit on the stool.

Ni Yan recovered from his slight shock and said in a low tone, "I'm sorry, sir, I've already closed the stall."

When Mo Baichuan saw the food Ni Yan cooked for Mrs. Mo at Mo's house, he couldn't control himself!

Why can't I control myself?

Because he couldn't wait to tear apart Ni Yan's beautiful appearance.

Ni Yan has done so many things from the beginning to now, just to get closer to herself.

Okay, then he will give Ni Yan this opportunity. He wants to see what other shameful tricks Ni Yan will use next.

Mo Baichuan narrowed his eyes without any trace.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ni Yan reminded him again, "Sir, I have closed the stall. If you want to eat noodles, come back tomorrow."

"I told you, my surname is Mo." Mo Baichuan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Ni Yan, "Mo is a person of virtue."

"Oh." Ni Yan's face was expressionless, and he continued: "Mr. Mo, I have closed the stall, please come back."

Hear the words.

Mo Baichuan frowned in displeasure.

If he remembered correctly, in just a few minutes, this was the third time Ni Yan had rejected him!

He has always avoided women, but he didn't expect that he would be rejected by a woman today?

Are you still playing hard to get with him?

Is it interesting that we always do this?

"I said, cook me noodles." Mo Baichuan had a tough attitude.

"But I have already closed the stall." Ni Yan repeated lightly, not showing any fear of Mo Baichuan.

Mo Baichuan looked up at Ni Yan and said coldly: "Ni Yan, do you think this is fun?"

Hearing this, Ni Yan suddenly had an idea and remembered the watch, and then asked: "Did you lose a watch a month ago?"

Ni Yan is not the kind of person who is greedy for cheap. The first two meetings were not very pleasant, so they forgot about it.

Hearing this, Mo Baichuan's eyes were filled with disdain. Is Ni Yan trying to have a relationship with him?

Didn't you still have a strong attitude just now? Do you want to reject yourself?

Can't hide the fox's tail so soon?

Moreover, wasn't his watch stolen by her? Why was she called a loser?

This is so shameless!

Mo Baichuan nodded slightly and continued: "Yes, I lost a watch."

"What brand is your watch?" Ni Yan then asked.

That watch is worth a lot of money, so it needs to be verified.

"Patek Philippe." Mo Baichuan said these four words calmly, without any idea of ​​how valuable that million-dollar watch was.

Ni Yan nodded slightly and continued: "I didn't bring that watch with me today. Can you come back and get it tomorrow? I set up a stall here every day."

Come and get it tomorrow?

Is she creating an opportunity for a second meeting?

right!

That's certainly the case.

He thought that Ni Yan's skills were so high, but it turned out that they were nothing more than that.

Mo Baichuan continued: "It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. Today is the day. That watch of mine... is very valuable."

Very valuable?

She said it as if she had some agenda.

Ni Yan frowned slightly and said in a clear tone:

"But I didn't bring it with me today. Let's do it tomorrow. I will definitely bring it with me tomorrow. You can come and get it tomorrow." She couldn't put such valuable things on her every day. What if she lost them?

"Then where did you put it?" Mo Baichuan slowly raised his eyes.

"Leave it at home." Ni Yan replied.

"Let's go." Mo Baichuan stood up from the stool.

Walk?

Where to go?

Ni Yan frowned slightly, "Where are you going?"

"Go to your house." Mo Baichuan said three words in a cold tone, and then added three more words, "Get the watch."

Go to her house?

Ni Yan frowned slightly, the atmosphere is not so open now, so why did she bring home a grown man for no reason?

Seeing her like this, Mo Baichuan continued: "You don't want to pay me back?"

"Are you really going?" Ni Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mo Baichuan looked of course, "Of course it's true."

"Okay." Ni Yan nodded, "Since you have to go, then wait for me for a while. I have to clean up here before I can go home."

"Yeah." Mo Baichuan nodded slightly and spoke concisely.

With a great god like Mo Baichuan standing there, the atmosphere around him felt inexplicably colder.

As a result, passers-by turned and looked back more often.

Ni Yan clearly remembered that the young lady wearing bell-bottom pants and glasses had passed by here more than five times.

After packing up, Ni Yan began to move tables, chairs and benches into Li Dongliang's shop.

The shops are not far from here.

From Mo Baichuan's perspective, he could just see the boy in white at the door talking and laughing with Ni Yan, and seemed to have handed something to Ni Yan.

The most important thing is that Ni Yan actually accepted it.

Seeing this scene, Mo Baichuan's face darkened unconsciously.

A girl from home was chatting so happily with a man under the blue sky and white sun.

Moreover, isn't Ni Yan trying to get at him?

Why are you hooking up with someone else in the blink of an eye?

Seeing this, Mo Baichuan became even more unable to stand, crossed his long legs and walked towards Ni Yan.

Mo Baichuan was tall, erect and from an extraordinary background, so he exuded an aura that could not be ignored.

This momentum calmed down Li Wei who was talking. He stopped talking instantly, looked behind Ni Yan, and asked in a low voice: "Who is he?"

Last time it was Song Beicheng, this time it was Mo Baichuan.

Li Wei felt that the men who appeared next to Ni Yan seemed not simple.

"Who?" Ni Yan looked back strangely.

In a blink of an eye, he saw Mo Baichuan, who was full of anger.

"A customer eating noodles." Ni Yan turned his eyes slightly and spoke in a calm tone.

Get customers by eating noodles?

Mo Baichuan's expression was as usual, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, but they were so dark and deep that he couldn't even look to the end.

Inexplicably, he didn't like the term customer. He turned to look at Ni Yan and said in a cold tone, "When are we leaving?"

us?

After catching this word, Li Wei raised his eyes and looked at Ni Yan, his eyes a little more careful.

It seems that the relationship between Ni Yan and this man should be extraordinary.

Otherwise, the word ‘we’ would not be used.

For a moment, Li Wei felt a little sour in his heart.

Ni Yan said without raising his head: "Wait a little longer."

However, Ni Yan had no intention of taking Mo Baichuan back.

After she packed up all her things, she continued: "Wait here, I will send the watch back right away!" After saying that, she stepped on her bicycle and walked away in a hurry.

Mo Baichuan stood there and couldn't react for a while.

Why did Ni Yan leave?

Shouldn't she take this opportunity to take him to her house to recognize him?

What does Ni Yan want to do?

New trick to seduce him?

Mo Baichuan narrowed his eyes.

New move, right?

Then he wouldn't let her succeed!

Ni Yan has good physical strength, so he rides very fast. It only takes less than an hour to go back and forth.

However, when she arrived, Mo Baichuan had disappeared.

"are you crazy!"

Ni Yan couldn't help but curse secretly.

Both have the same surname: Mo, but he is far inferior to Mo Qishen!

Ni Yan was so angry that she wanted to kick Mo Baichuan to death.

What rubbish!

Ni Yan took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down, put away the watch again, walked to the Xinhua Bookstore next to it, and selected books.

Ni Yan chose books for beginners to learn to read, stories with pinyin annotation, and several copybooks for copying.

These things are of great help to Ni Cuihua, who has just learned to read.

Including the copybooks, there were 5 copies in total, costing 6 yuan.

Although it was quite expensive, Ni Yan didn't feel bad. After all, the knowledge he learned was priceless.

After Ni Yan returned home, he handed these things to Ni Cuihua.

Ni Cuihua said distressedly: "Yanyan, this must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Knowing that Ni Cuihua would definitely care about money, Ni Yan smiled and said: "It's not much, just a few cents."

"Really?" Ni Cuihua asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's true!" Ni Yan nodded hurriedly, "Think about it, our delicious noodles only cost 30 cents a bowl, how much can a few books be worth?"

Hearing this, Ni Cuihua felt relieved.

She was most afraid that Ni Yan would waste money on her. After all, Ni Yan's money was used to buy shops and do big things.

"Sister Ni Yan!" At this moment, Yang Guobao's voice sounded outside the yard.

"National treasure, come in." Ni Yan shouted.

Yang Guobao walked in cautiously with a basket in his hand, "Sister Ni Yan, my grandma and my mother asked me to bring this to you!"

Ni Yan lowered his eyes and saw that there was a basket full of free-range eggs.

The eggs all look about the same size, crowded together, which is particularly pleasing.

Because meat is very expensive, eggs are quite precious at this time and cost a dime to buy one.

And with such a basket full of eggs, it would take a long time to save them.

Ni Yan continued: "Sister, I can't have this, take it back quickly."

"No!" Yang Guobao continued: "My mother and my grandma told me, Sister Ni Yan, you must accept this basket of eggs today, or they won't let me go back!"

Ni Yan touched Yang Guobao's little head and said, "Guobao is obedient and accepts his wishes, but my sister really can't have it, so take it back quickly."

"Anyway, I've delivered the eggs! Sister, you have to take them if you don't want them!" After saying this, Yang Guobao ran away quickly.

Ni Cuihua said with a smile: "The state of the national treasure child is getting better and better recently! Yanyan, since it is Meifeng and Aunt Wang's sincere wish, let's accept it. Didn't you bake dried fruits and bread yesterday? ? When I send the basket over later, I’ll bring some gifts in return.”

Ni Yan nodded, "Okay, then I will go into the house and take down the basket."

Ni Yan went into the room and took out the basket, placed fast kraft paper in the basket, and then placed four pieces of bread, dried apples and dried bananas.

After thinking that Mrs. Wang's family seemed to have two grandsons and a little granddaughter, Ni Yan grabbed a lot of candies and put them in, and finally covered the basket with a blue patterned cloth.

There are people coming and going in the village, so if you meet an acquaintance, it is not appropriate not to give something, but to give it. If there are too many people, you cannot give such a small amount, and it is easy to offend people, so it is safest to find something to cover it.

Good afternoon to all my cuties~