The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Zhen'er argued: "But they can't rob it. Zhen'er won't rob it when he sees a toy he likes."

"Well, Zhen'er is a good boy." Mo Yan patted his head, affirming, and then changed the topic: "But not everyone is like Zhen'er. If you know it's not yours, you shouldn't take it! If you don't have the ability to keep it, If you take good care of your treasure, it's best not to show it off."

Zhen'er nodded in understanding and said distressedly: "Now that the toy has been taken away by them, how will Zhen'er get it back?"

Mo Yan glanced at him, intending to test him: "You lost the thing yourself, you have to find a way to get it back. Remember, no fighting!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen'er slumped her shoulders, opened the door dejectedly and went out.

Mo Yan shook her head, opened the lid of the pot, picked up a spoon and stirred the dumplings in the pot.

There were forty-three adults and children in total who came to pay New Year greetings. Mo Yan ate all the more than 300 dumplings left yesterday, filling large bowls and small bowls separately to make up the number of bowls. Fortunately, the dumplings were big. A full belly is no problem.

There was still a little friction when eating. These little kids got a taste of meat during the Chinese New Year. Mo's dumplings had a lot of meat fillings and tasted amazing. They wanted to eat more after they were full, so they got into trouble with their parents.

Those who are shy will just pour the food from their own bowls to the children, while those who are thick-skinned will just ask Mo Yan for it.

Xin'er didn't want to see the people in Mojiacun and wouldn't give dumplings to them if she could. So he took the noisy children to the kitchen, pointed to the panel where the dumplings were placed, and said, "Look, they've all been eaten by you. I haven't even eaten yet!"

The children left the kitchen in dejection without making any more noise. The adults also felt shameless and pulled their children and scolded them for being "ignorant."

After eating the dumplings, Zhang Dayou and a dozen of them said goodbye to the Mo family and hurried back. During the Chinese New Year, the vegetables in the greenhouse cannot be separated from people, and they still do the traffic and watering.

As soon as the people left, the room was filled with people named Mo. Xu felt that they were all members of his own family and could talk openly.

Mo Fang, who was newly rejected as the leader of the Mo clan in Liuyang Village, organized his speech, patted Mo Qingze on the shoulder and said: "Qingze, although we will all settle down in Liuyang Village in the future, the roots of the Mo family are ours. Don’t forget it!”

Mo Qingze nodded in agreement. No matter where he goes, one should never forget his roots, let alone his own roots.

When Mo Fang saw this, he felt happy and felt that the purpose of coming today was very likely to be achieved, so the smile on his face became more obvious and he praised people without hesitation: "I knew Qingze was a good person. It’s so different that you don’t even recognize your ancestors.”

Mo Qingze smiled and said a few words of modesty, but Mo Yan became alert and felt that there was something in the village chief's words!

Sure enough, Mo Fang said with a sad face: "When we escaped from Mojia Village, we originally planned to go to Yongcheng, but we heard on the way that Yongcheng couldn't be entered, so we turned around and headed towards the capital, but the road was too far. There are many elderly and children who cannot get here."

After a pause, Mo Fang continued: "Later, when the war ended, except those who had more fields at home and were willing to go back, the others stayed and were assigned to various resettlement sites. Our dozen or so families were assigned to Liuyang Village. From now on, we They are a branch of the Mo clan."

Speaking of this, Mo Fang became very excited: "A dozen of us agreed to build an ancestral hall in Liuyang Village a few years ago. Firstly, we can't let our ancestors have no one to worship them underground. Secondly, we hope that our ancestors can be worshiped underground." The spirit can protect our clan, and the third time it comes, it also gives our Mo clan a foundation to establish itself!"