The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

With the surveillance of the birds, she can keep track of the dynamics of the master and servant at any time. The reason why there has been no movement these days is simply because Fan Meijiao is a harem woman who is greedy for pleasure and has no useful people at all. For a while, she really couldn't find anyone reliable to help her complete this plan. .

However, just in case, Mo Yan asked the six beasts to take turns keeping vigil at night two days ago. If there is any trouble around the Mo family, she can know it immediately.

After a good sleep, Mo Yan woke up the next day feeling refreshed. But when he saw Cui Ping'an commanding Li Yan to bring him water to wash up like an uncle, he wanted to put the washbasin on his head.

"I said, you can live in my house, but you have to do your own things. Don't expect anyone to take care of you. If you still want to act like a master in my house, just let me go back and forth wherever I want."

Mo Yan looked at Cui Pingan, who was a little embarrassed after he came out, and said something very rude. This guy really didn't regard her as an outsider. If she hadn't known that he was such a virtuous person, she would have asked the hairball to throw him out.

Cui Ping'an was used to a life where he had to stretch his hands for food and open his mouth for clothes. In the past, the maids had to do it for him when washing his face. Now he suddenly had to do it himself. When he was not used to it, he ordered Li Yan to serve him. Unexpectedly, before his face was washed, he was... Caught.

Worried that Mo Yan would kick him out if he was unhappy, Cui Ping'an suppressed the grievance in his heart and quickly stood up to apologize: "It's me, oh no, it's my fault, I will change it, I will change it, you must not drive me away." Walk."

He also hoped that Lord Hejia would show mercy and send him to Yuancheng!

Mo Yan snorted, pointed to the logs stacked in the corner and said, "If you finish chopping these today, I won't drive you away, otherwise you will either get out or not eat until you finish chopping."

Looking at the pile of hill-like logs, Cui Ping'an's eyes widened and he shouted loudly: "No, I can't chop. Even if I can, I can't chop so many. You can't do it just to drive me away." It’s difficult for me to have such a problem.”

Mo Yan didn't refute. He walked directly to the log and stood a piece of wood as thick as a child's waist on a flat stone. He picked up the ax on the side and struck the log cleanly. With a click, the log evenly split into two and fell to the ground.

Mo Yan glanced at Cui Pingan, who was stunned, and continued to chop wood with the ax. The sound of chopping firewood was heard, and the frequency of the sound became faster and faster. After a while, there was a pile of chopped firewood on the ground, enough for the Mo family to burn for three to five days.

Throwing away the ax in his hand, Mo Yan clapped his hands, glanced at Cui Pingan, who was completely stunned, and walked straight past him without saying a word.

But Cui Ping'an felt as if that glance had solidified into substance, and it was slapped hard on his face, causing burning pain. A girl younger than him can chop so much firewood in one breath, why can't he, a macho man, do the same?

Cui Qiye's fighting spirit was thus aroused. He picked up the ax that was not light on the ground, gathered his strength and struck hard at the log on the flat stone. As a result, the log did not move, but he almost fell out. It turned out that the ax failed and hit the ground directly.

Through the kitchen window, Mo Yan saw this scene clearly. Seeing that the middle school boy refused to give up, picked up the ax and competed with the log over and over again, a faint smile flashed across his face.

Although others didn't know why Mo Yan did this, they always believed that she had her own reasons for doing so. Seeing Cui Ping'an like this, they suddenly understood something and no longer found him annoying.