Nanping Village returned to its previous tranquility. Those who wanted to settle down and start a business either tended to their rice paddies or continued to cultivate wasteland, and every few days they would go to town to buy grain and other necessities.
Because Mo Qingcheng's family had a carriage, they would always bring a lot of things with them. Even the one-eyed man couldn't stand it anymore. The lady was beautiful and kind-hearted, and she wouldn't accept a penny. But some people were still not satisfied and went around spreading rumors.
With my fiery temper, I really want to sew that gossipy old woman's mouth shut with a needle.
Mo Qingcheng ignored it, smiled faintly, and thought, "Life is my own, why should I care about others?"
Every morning, Old Man Bai and Mo Qingcheng took turns tutoring the children. In the afternoon, Bai Yueniang taught the girls simple needlework. Mu Wanqing was an exception; whenever she had time, she would follow Mo Qingcheng into the pharmacy and showed no interest in needlework whatsoever.
Mo Qingcheng was filled with emotion; Mu Wanqing was just like her own daughter in this respect…
In the afternoon, Mo Qingcheng had most of her free time. She cleared a few plots of land in the yard, fertilized the soil, and sowed some seeds, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Sister Mo, what kind of seeds did you sow?" Bai Yueniang blinked her starry eyes, full of admiration.
"I don't know, we'll know once we grow it and try it..." Mo Qingcheng's eyes flickered slightly. She didn't dare to reveal this even to the children. Although Bai Yueniang was like a sister to her, she couldn't let this harm them, mother and daughter.
Bai Yueniang's lips twitched. "I don't believe you. How could Sister Mo not know?"
But... what does it have to do with anything?
Mo Qingcheng felt a pang of guilt. To be honest, these seeds were obtained by Lin Feifei and Aunt Fang's younger brother, and it took Manager Qian of Zuixianlou a lot of effort to find them.
The seeds were easily recognizable: cherry tomatoes, chili peppers, cilantro, and even watermelon, corn, and potatoes.
Mo Qingcheng pondered, "By grafting, the high-quality seeds from the farm space have already been taken out, and mixed with some red soil, what's there to be afraid of..."
"Mommy, when you grow it, Momo will help you test for poison..." A small figure flew over and bumped into Mo Qingcheng's leg.
Mo Qingcheng was speechless: "Okay."
"Mother is so good!" Bai Zimo looked up, her dark eyes blinking, making it impossible to resist her charm.
Bai Yueniang chuckled: "You brat, why didn't you come to help when we were sowing the seeds?"
"Grandpa won't allow it..."
"puff!"
"Cough cough..."
The little guy tilted his head, looking completely serious, which was both funny and exasperating.
Not far away, Old Man Bai watched the children gather around, his heart filled with mixed emotions. If only Yue'er had married that brat sooner...
Mo Qingcheng's half-smile met Old Man Bai's guilty look, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.
Old Man Bai nodded excitedly, entrusting Yue'er's happiness to Madam Mo...
It's truly an incredible stroke of luck that not only did I escape with my life, but I also saved Yueya and her mother. No wonder Madam Mo is so rich.
Mo Qingcheng was unaware of her father Bai's absurd idea. Bai Yueniang was an invaluable asset, allowing her to focus on earning money to support her family and, incidentally, cultivating her own trusted confidantes.
However... this delay will mean I won't be able to return to my family for at least three to five years...
"Sister Mo, what are we having for dinner?" Bai Yueniang's eyes darted around, and she chuckled.
"Rice, braised pork, pork rib soup..." Mo Qingcheng casually mentioned, and the children's eyes widened as they calculated how many bowls of rice they could eat.
Mo Qingcheng came to her senses, both amused and exasperated. A bunch of foodies, confirmed.
Baili Fengyun flashed to the front and said, "Lady Mo, save me ten bowls of rice..."
"roll!"
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