Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a faint smile: "Since Aunt and Third Grandmother trust you so much, I will naturally not treat you unfairly."

Liu Cuihua and Third Grandma exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they arrived at the right time.

Mo Qingcheng exchanged the seedlings with the two families one-on-one, and arranged for Liu San and the others to plant the rice seedlings, increasing their daily wages by five copper coins. Everyone was overjoyed; the lady was truly beautiful inside and out.

Sun Yunhui, Wang Daniu, Li Daming, and Li Changshuan also came to exchange for rice seedlings, their faces flushed. Mo Qingcheng was not obliging to grant every request; she exchanged one mu of rice seedlings for each family, claiming that they didn't have enough for themselves.

Everyone's faces flushed red, and a wave of sighs swept through them. Putting themselves in their shoes, they realized they might not have been able to exchange their cards either.

Our own rice seedlings are small and yellow. Why waste so many defective seedlings by planting them at Mo Niangzi's house?

The two young women who were on good terms with Gou Sheng's wife hesitated before coming to Mo Qingcheng's house to exchange for rice seedlings, but were politely refused by Bai Yueniang.

What a joke! They all can't stand to see Sister Mo doing well; they wouldn't be so ungrateful for her kindness. The two women, utterly humiliated, left dejectedly, harboring resentment towards Bai Yueniang. What a pathetic woman, abandoned by her husband's family!

Gousheng sent his wife to exchange for rice seedlings, but Baiyueniang chased her out with a broom. When she got home, Gousheng beat her severely, and she was bedridden for three days before she could go out again.

This was just a minor incident and didn't dampen Mo Qingcheng's spirits. With their own efforts, once the rice ripened, they would be able to settle down and build a home...

On his way home at noon that day, Shangguan Yichen carried the fish basket he had put out that morning back home; it was heavy.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes lit up, and she immediately had an idea: "Boss, you are truly a great contributor to our family."

The little boy looked bewildered, staring at the fish basket at his feet, unsure of what to do.

Mo Qingcheng patted his shoulder: "Let's put the seedlings into the rice paddies later, and buy some ducklings. We'll have a bumper harvest of rice, fish, and ducks. Not only will the rice be plentiful, but we'll also have fish to eat, ducks, and duck eggs. Mother is so clever..."

Bai Yueniang was taken aback upon hearing this: "Sister Mo, I heard that there are ducklings for sale in town, but they're a bit expensive..."

"It's alright, the rice planting will be almost done in five days, then we'll go buy them." Mo Qingcheng didn't seem to care at all; it was just a few taels of silver...

However, it is not advisable to promote it on a large scale. Although there are only sixteen companies using it, not every household trusts it.

Let the facts speak for themselves; might makes right.

Bai Zimo blinked his watery eyes and asked, "Mommy, does the duck smell good?"

"It smells delicious! Mommy is making crispy duck for you!"

"Great! Momo will test the poison..." The little guy clapped his hands, his face full of excitement.

Everyone burst out laughing; she's definitely a little foodie.

Liu San and the others sighed with emotion. The rice seedlings at the lady's house were more than twice as good as those of the old farmers in their village, and even better than those at Liu San's grandfather's house.

Several people were itching to get some seedlings to try, but Mo Qingcheng politely declined.

The things that provide for one's livelihood can be shared next year. Claiming to others that they are just random guesses is to avoid harming others and causing them to suffer.

Liu San and the others were not angry. Their wife was prudent and there were some things she couldn't have imagined. Their priority was to focus on farming and making money to take home...

The three Liu brothers were nearly driven to despair. The eldest brother had always been a hooligan, so how could he possibly know how to plant rice? He had to learn how to clear land on the spot.

Mo Qingcheng did not intervene, letting the group suffer a bit before they regretted their youthful arrogance.

Liu Ergou knelt down with a thud: "Madam, you're just selling me like a fart."

Everyone was taken aback. What did he mean by that?

"Madam, will you buy us too?"

The three brothers knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. They had no ability to settle down and were waiting to be driven away. They might as well sell themselves and follow the lady.

Mo Qingcheng remained silent, while Bai Yueniang felt a mix of emotions. These people were, after all, scoundrels; who knew if they were honest or not?

"Following me is not out of the question, but... there's one condition you must meet..."