Li Yuanlin glared at his older brother, "Who asked you to be so nosy?"

Li Yuanfeng: "..."

Hey little brother, who are you trying to fool with that grumpy face? I'll have to tell Mom and Dad to find him a wife soon...

A sense of foreboding rose in Li Yuanlin's heart, and his words carried a strong warning: "Big brother, if I dare to talk nonsense in front of our parents, be careful I spill your secrets when I'm drunk..."

"..." Li Yuanfeng was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that his younger brother had dug a huge pit for him. Yes, he was his brother.

As time went by, Qi Yuanwei witnessed the extraordinary nature of Nanping Village, and his mindset gradually changed, making him increasingly displeased with Ma Lin.

Mo Qingcheng was quite surprised. Could it be that this guy wanted to stab her in the back?

Dream on!

At worst, just knock them out and take them away...

For ten days in a row, Qi Yuanwei didn't have time to cause trouble. Somehow, he was completely under Bai Zimo's thumb and kept so busy that he couldn't even stand still.

Butler Qi felt both distressed and happy. He felt distressed that his young master, who had never lifted a finger before, was now being completely subdued by the little guy.

Wait, what kind of garbled words are these?

After the rice harvest was completed, Liu San and Li Si's group, their medicine bags bulging, had gained two pounds instead of losing weight. They reluctantly bid farewell to Mo Qingcheng and the others.

Li Ergou and Liu San had developed a close bond, and Li Ergou patted his chest and assured him, "Brother Liu San, don't worry, I won't forget my brother when good things happen."

Liu San nodded vigorously: "Brother Er Gou, I can't thank you enough."

Li Ergou grinned, a warm feeling flowing through his heart.

Ling Feng's men weighed the rice themselves, leaving the guards dumbfounded. Good heavens, 680 jin per mu! You have to understand that even though the rice in the south is growing well, the yield is only a little over 400 jin per mu.

Next was Li Changgeng's family, with a yield of 630 jin per mu, and the lowest yield was 590 jin per mu.

Qi Yuanwei's expression changed drastically. He hesitated for a moment, then turned and left angrily.

The old butler looked at him with heartache; the young master had worked for nothing, and anyone would feel aggrieved in that situation.

Liu Cuihua and Third Grandma felt guilty for being two days late in returning. After Bai Yueniang comforted them, the two exchanged a glance and made up their minds to talk less and do more to repay Madam Mo's kindness.

Ling Feng and the others, carrying rice seeds, smoked fish, braised duck, and Mo Qingcheng's letter, disappeared into the distance, fading from everyone's sight.

Bai Yueniang excitedly shook Mo Qingcheng's arm and said coquettishly, "Sister Mo, do you think the Imperial Inspector will really stand up for us?"

"Silly girl, if you didn't make the decision, you wouldn't have sent Guard Ling over..."

Mo Qingcheng's eyes turned slightly cold. Marin should go have a chat with the King of Hell. Qi Yuanwei didn't get his due credit, so he definitely won't let it go...

The villagers of Nanping were immersed in the joy of the harvest. Mo Qingcheng led her family, young and old, in drying the rice, believing that the government would soon send people down to collect it...

After some careful consideration, the villagers realized that with the money from selling the rice, they could build new houses, and their lives were getting better and better.

Meanwhile, the one-eyed dragon brought Mo Qingcheng's letter to the Ningyuan County government office and personally handed it to Qi Yuanwei.

Qi Yuanwei didn't want to see the one-eyed man, but after much persuasion from the old steward, he reluctantly agreed to meet him.

The one-eyed man was not afraid of the county magistrate at all. He handed the letter to him, casually tossed out a sentence, and turned to leave.

Qi Yuanwei smiled arrogantly, but his figure flashed, only to be stopped by the old butler: "Young Master, let's see what Madam Mo wants? Perhaps..." it's a good thing?

Qi Yuanwei impatiently unfolded the letter, frowning slightly. This... is it true?

"Young Master, is this good news?"

"Butler, look for yourself..."