The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

"The little hairball was brought back from the mountains by Xiaohua. I asked him to send it back, but he just didn't want to. When he got anxious, he ran to the mountains and never came back. I really wanted to find that guy and beat him up."

Mo Yan vomited her bitterness and touched the soft little hair ball. She just felt that Xiao Hua was too cruel, not only causing the mother and son to be separated, but also annoying her.

Lin Yong was secretly amused and suggested: "You have already raised little flowers, so it's no big deal to raise a tiger. Just treat it like a big cat."

big cat? Mo Yan twitched her eyes, it turned out to be an extremely large cat when it was raised.

However, for now, we can only keep it temporarily. When it is older and can find food on its own, we can release it back into the forest.

Xiaohua was not at home and could not fulfill the last agreement to follow Lin Yong into the mountains. Mo Yan was a little apologetic and asked him to wait a little longer and tell him immediately when Xiaohua came back.

Lin Yong didn't care about the day or two. He took Xiaohua into the mountains just because he wanted to hunt some large wild animals. The fur and meat could be sold at a good price.

As a result, Xiao Hua came back the next night and gathered around Mo Yan to ask for water from the spiritual spring. Mo Yan was still angry with her and refused to send the little hair ball back, so she deliberately hung her up and refused to give it a drink.

As a result, this guy with a thicker skin than a red python kept rubbing his big head against Mo Yan, making a whimpering sound from his throat, as if he was crying.

Being looked at by Zhen'er and others with reproachful eyes, Mo Yan just felt so tired! The little flower who drinks spiritual spring water and becomes smart is so despicable.

Xiaohua got her wish and drank the spiritual spring water. Seeing that she was in a good mood, Mo Yan asked her to send the little hairball back in a negotiating tone.

This time, the little flower didn't rush into the mountains. It ran to Mo Yan's house, took the sleeping little fur ball out of the cotton pad and put it on the ground. Under Mo Yan's surprised eyes, it lay straight on the ground and used His mouth pushed the little hair ball under his belly.

Then, it closed its eyes and stiffened its body, motionless, and could barely hear its breathing.

When Mo Yan saw it, she felt a little confused. It turns out that Xiaohua refused to send Little Hairball back because Little Hairball’s mother was... dead!

Picking up the confused little furball, Mo Yan sighed deeply, and was suddenly glad that Xiaohua was a caring wolf. It even saved little furballs that were not of the same kind. This kind of love transcended race and was extremely precious.

Seeing that Mo Yan understood what it meant, Xiao Hua got up from the ground, stretched out her big tongue and gently licked the little hair ball, with a hint of sadness in her human eyes.

Its mother died when it was very young. If Yan Junyu hadn't saved it, it wouldn't have survived.

Thinking of Yan Junyu, Xiaohua was grateful. It never regarded this human being as its master, and he never forced it and took good care of it.

Although he knew it was because his mother had saved him, over the years, he was really kind to her. If he hadn't met Yan Yan, even if he wouldn't recognize him as his master, he would still have followed him and helped him when he was in need.

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua looked at Mo Yan with soft eyes. She would be like Ding Yan Yan for the rest of her life.

Autumn, harvest season. The twenty acres of soybeans planted by the Mo family in late spring, including the original ten acres owned by the Li family, have to be harvested.

The soybean particles in this era were very small, not much larger than mung beans, and the yield was not high. However, soybeans can be made into tofu, fried soybeans, soybean stewed pig's feet and other delicious dishes. The most important thing is that they can also be used to extract oil.

Therefore, compared to mung beans, the price of soybeans is higher. In addition, they are easy to store and are not prone to insects, so you don't have to worry about not being able to sell them.

From the time the soybeans were planted to when they were about to be harvested, Mo Yan had not cared about it, but the soybeans that grew out were much better than those grown in the nearby fields. Not to mention the many pods, they are still very plump and there are almost no shriveled pods.