Fang Lian glared at her older brother: "Pretty sister, don't listen to your brother's nonsense. He won't be able to find a wife like this... Sigh... Mother's wish to have a grandson has been dashed again..."
The little girl blinked pitifully, and Mo Qingcheng's heart almost melted. She subconsciously touched her hand and found a piece of chocolate in her palm.
"Here, this is a gift from your sister."
"Pretty sister, can I come to your house to play?" Fang Lian tilted her head, clutching the chocolate tightly, flattered and surprised. If you looked closely, you could see that the girl was a little nervous and her eyes were slightly red.
Mo Qingcheng was slightly taken aback. She didn't consider herself a saint, but with so many adorable children at home, she nodded without hesitation, saying, "Before the New Year, your older sister will take you..."
"Pretty sister, pinky promise!" The little girl excitedly stretched out her finger. Mo Qingcheng was speechless and made a pinky promise with Fang Lian.
Childish devil!
Shangguan Yichen's eyes flickered slightly; she was just as foolish as his fifth brother. His fifth brother grew up to marry such a woman…
The little boy's face flushed red as he turned and boarded the carriage.
Mo Qingcheng chuckled, waved, and got into the carriage. Fang Lian reluctantly followed, running a few steps after the carriage before Fang Yidao pulled her home...
Mo Qingcheng was in a good mood, wondering if she had become incredibly wealthy. She thought, "I've made it through trickery and deception—no, no, through my own abilities, saving people and selling goods."
I am a law-abiding citizen.
wrong……
Mo Qingcheng instructed the one-eyed dragon to go to the bookstore, where he selected several primers and also bought writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
You won't believe how expensive this stuff is until you buy it!
If only... opening a paper mill could make a fortune... In the blink of an eye, Mo Qingcheng sketched out the prototype of a paper mill in her mind...
Shangguan Yichen frowned in deep thought. Had his mother come up with yet another idea to make money?
"Congratulations, host, you have received an extra reward: a sword manual." Farmer's voice entered her mind, and Mo Qingcheng was slightly taken aback.
"Yichen, do you prefer a knife or a sword?" Mo Qingcheng asked impatiently.
"A sword, I want to become a swordsman." Shangguan Yichen had a little dream in his heart: to one day become the Sword Master of the Martial World, to protect his younger siblings, and... his mother.
"Okay, Mother will teach you swordsmanship tomorrow morning." Mo Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction, then took out her notebook and charcoal pencil and began to write and calculate.
Shangguan Yichen's state of mind underwent a sudden change, laying a solid foundation for his future path of swordsmanship...
As the one-eyed man drove, he ate a meat bun, feeling incredibly touched. Following the lady, he indeed got to eat buns.
Mo Qingcheng didn't sleep well last night. The carriage bumped along the way, and she drifted off to sleep.
The young boy carefully picked up the blanket and gently covered her with it. He lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside a few times, his heart filled with unease.
Perhaps, I misunderstood my mother from the beginning; it was all my father's fault.
Suddenly, Shangguan Yichen's eyes narrowed. He picked up the scattered blueprints from the carriage, his palms sweaty...
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Qingcheng opened her eyes, while Shangguan Yichen turned his face away, his ears slightly burning.
A faint smile played at the corners of her lips as Mo Qingcheng tidied up the blueprints, put them in her pocket, yawned, and let her mind wander.
Back in the village, the people who had cleared the land had not yet returned. One-Eyed Dragon carried his things into the house, gulped down several bowls of water, and went to rest in the bamboo house of Li Ergou and his two brothers.
Bai Yueniang and the children were dumbfounded. Had they found silver on the road?
"Mommy, you're such a spendthrift..." Bai Ziming clung to Mo Qingcheng's leg: "Mo Mo likes it."
Mo Qingcheng chuckled, rubbed the little guy's head, and then bathed and changed clothes with Shangguan Yichen.
Bai Yueniang brought over the food, then hesitated, saying, "Sister Mo..."
"Who's causing trouble again?"
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