The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

All the materials used for the second phase of the winery project were available within a month. Seeing that the temperature was getting higher and higher day by day, Master Lu led his work team to start work on February 16th.

In the study, Mo Yan was lying on the desk calculating the accounts on the construction site, and Mo Qingze walked in with a pile of bright red invitations.

"Yan'er, today is February 20th, and there is less than half a month left before you and your hairpin ceremony. It's time to send invitations to each family. You first check to see if there are any that you missed or don't want to invite." Mo Moqing Ze handed the invitation card and the prepared invitation list to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan put down the pen, picked up the list and read it over. When he saw that the people who should be invited were all on it, he nodded and said, "Dad, let's go with this. What do Zhengbin and the liker think?"

The hairpin ceremony for women is done by the principal guest, who must be a talented and virtuous female elder; the person who praises assists the principal guest in completing the hairpin ceremony, and is usually the sister or good friend of the hairpin recipient.

Hearing this, Mo Qingze pointed to the two names on the list and said, "Dad plans to invite your Aunt Han to be the guest of honor. If you like it, let Lan Yatou come. Xin'er is still young and it's not appropriate."

"Yeah!" Mo Yan nodded, which was pretty much what she expected.

Mo Qingze looked at his eldest daughter, who was about to grow up, and felt filled with emotion. It seemed that she was just a small, soft ball yesterday and had grown up overnight.

Scenes from the past reappeared in my mind, thinking that when I stayed in school for many years, all the affairs of the family were shouldered by the eldest daughter's small shoulders, and she had to take care of her younger son and daughter as both a sister and a mother. , his heart felt like it was soaked in pickle water, sour, astringent and unpleasant.

The children suffered too much with him. It was not until they fled to the capital that the family lived a good life. They no longer had to struggle for a living, which gave him more time to make up for the shortcomings of the past.

However, all of this was earned with her own hands through hard work by her daughter. It was because of her daughter that he, the father, was able to continue his studies. Otherwise, he would probably not be able to achieve success in his life, and even worse. Needless to say, I will participate in this year’s Spring Festival.

No matter how good life is, I always feel guilty for my eldest daughter, and I want to give her the best. It is best to have a man who can hold her in his hands, cherish her, take care of her, and let her Peace and joy, no longer disturbed by depression and hardship.

"Yan'er, on the day you get your haircut, that boy will bring a matchmaker to issue a letter of engagement. Once that happens, the marriage will be finalized and cannot be changed easily! If you have any doubts, just tell dad. After all, this is your life-long event, dad. I don't want you to regret it, and I don't want you to be wronged." Mo Qingze gently stroked his daughter's head, with a trace of sadness on Mo Qingze's loving face.

Mo Yan held her father's hand with a firm expression: "Dad, my daughter firmly believes that happiness is in her own hands. Being able to marry Brother Xiao is her happiness. My daughter believes that he will not let her down. Dad, you believe that too, right? "

Mo Qingze's eyes suddenly seemed to be stuck with something, and uncomfortable tears came out. Even his voice changed slightly: "Yes, dad believes in him and believes that he will take good care of you. Otherwise, he will not agree to your marriage." ! You are right, happiness is in your own hands. You must keep this sentence in mind and do whatever you want. Dad always wants you to be happy."

Mo Qingze's reaction was as if Mo Yan and Jiji were not getting engaged on that day, but were about to get married and leave, never to be seen again.

"Yeah!" Mo Yan nodded fiercely with a lump in her throat, and fell deeply into her father's arms, unable to speak for a long time.

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The Shangsi Festival was approaching, Xiao Ruiyuan stayed in the Yamen for several days and nights, and finally, on the first day of March, he handled all the urgent business ahead of schedule.