I've seen people who screw over their parents, their friends, and their own family, but I've probably never seen someone screw over themselves, right?

And so, Instructor Mo Qingcheng is planning to swindle herself out of a small sum of money...

An hour later, Mo Qingyang was taken away by Shangguan Yichen, leaving Mo Qingcheng bewildered in the wind.

Was I being disliked? Sigh... Having such a grown son means I have to worry about him all the time...

Mo Qingcheng was filled with mixed emotions. She had always thought herself heartless, but in her past life, her excessive concerns had ultimately led to the deaths of everyone. Upon her rebirth, she had only intended to settle the children's affairs and ensure their well-being. However, as time passed, her once icy heart gradually melted.

A playful strand of hair was lifted by the night breeze, and the woman smiled gently as she walked away into the distance.

No one noticed that a strange figure vanished into the night in the blink of an eye...

Mo Qingcheng arrived at the mountain and flashed into her spatial dimension. Farmer looked at her with disgust: "Little witch, I'm warning you, if you dirty this little plot of land... otherwise..."

"How about it? Come on, if you've got the guts, bring it on!"

Mo Qingcheng casually took out a premium apple from the box, wiped it off, and took a bite. It was so sweet!

Farmer: "..."

What a waste of a threat?

I'm so scared!

"Little witch, is this the Black Dragon Spirit I was talking about?" Farmer rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry, it's not like a free lunch. We'll find it sooner or later," Mo Qingcheng said dismissively while rummaging through the items.

Farmer: "..."

I'm so angry! I'm never talking to that little witch again. Unfortunately, my cool demeanor only lasted three seconds before she shamelessly came crawling back.

"Little witch, are you sure this will work? This isn't interstellar space." Farmer was naturally aware of Mo Qingcheng's plan and was filled with worry. Didn't he know his own predicament?

Mo Qingcheng shook her head: "If you ignore some traps, others will step on them even more severely. Rather than waiting for someone else to be trapped, you might as well trap yourself..."

madman!

They must be crazy!

Mo Qingcheng sighed softly, her range of movement increased by one zhang, and she also received several more boxes of items. Before she could even check what they were, she wondered if the damned interstellar farm was trying to trick her or not, as it had actually delivered a small treasure chest.

In my past life, all sorts of tasks came one after another, and there were countless items of all kinds, bigger than a football field, which is no exaggeration.

But what's wrong with the farm? It's so stingy. It only sent a few sets of night clothes and some commonly used medicine powders and potions for missions.

Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched. She took out two sets of clothes and packed the rest of her things into a small box, as it was inconvenient to take them out now.

Farmer pouted, "Stingy."

When Mo Qingcheng returned home, she almost bumped into a young boy, but she wasn't surprised at all.

"Goodnight, boss." Mo Qingcheng waved her hand and turned to leave.

Shangguan Yichen: "..."

Was this just a lonely wait?

good evening?

The young boy shook his head helplessly five times, his face cold, and went back to his room. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white figure on the bamboo bed, and his gaze turned even colder.

It's all this guy's fault, he shamelessly seduced Mother...

The next morning, Mo Qingcheng made a high-profile announcement that she was going out with Shangguan Yichen and Feng Yi to discuss a big business deal.

Bai Yueniang, unaware of the reason, excitedly asked, "Sister Mo, how much silver can we earn?"

Mo Qingcheng held up two fingers: "Guess..."

"Two hundred taels?" Bai Yueniang asked weakly.

"Guess hard, guess boldly, there's no tax on the extra guesses..."

"Two...could it be two thousand?" Bai Yueniang's heart pounded wildly. Demon beasts? So many?

Mo Qingcheng smiled gently: "When I come back, I'll leave the house to you. Oh, by the way... ask the village chief to have the young men in the village look after our land. Fifty coins per person per day... no meals included."

"Oh? Sister Mo, you don't have a fever, do you?"