Bai Yueniang said somewhat awkwardly, "That's about enough, Sister Mo..."
Mo Qingcheng divided everyone into groups of five to practice, helping each other. She demonstrated the common problems again, and for the individual problems, they helped each other one-on-one.
The grouping may seem random, but in reality, it is all done after observation and selection of teams. How could the former interstellar instructors be so ineffective?
Upon seeing this, Bai Yueniang's eyes lit up. Sister Mo really has a knack for this. Hehe, I can copy her in the future, and it will definitely be twice as effective...
In the afternoon, Mo Qingcheng became a hands-off manager, sitting leisurely in the courtyard sipping tea and watching the children do what they liked.
Bai Yueniang was so busy she barely had time to breathe. Several little girls cheered and huddled together mysteriously, wondering what they were up to.
Shangguan Yichen practiced swordsmanship, Shangguan Yunxi practiced lightness skills, Mu Wanqing went into the alchemy room, Mu Yunchuan wrote and drew, Bai Yunfei fiddled with rouge, and Bai Ziming calculated with a clattering sound...
The Xuanyuan sisters are embroidering, Baili Fengyun is instructing Shangguan Yunxi on light footwork, and Baiyi is instructing Shangguan Yichen on swordsmanship.
Li Yuanmei and Li Yufang served the guests, while Liu Cuihua and Third Grandma arranged the ingredients for dinner.
Old Man Bai watched this scene with a smile, feeling very gratified. Old Master Cheng, also known as Old Man Jin, fawned over Mo Qingcheng, acting cute and charming.
"Miss, please tell this old servant the secret of this picture..."
Mo Qingcheng was speechless. Old Cheng, where's your face? We're all getting on in years, can you please stop this?
Master Cheng clung to Mo Qingcheng's sleeve, refusing to let go: "Miss..."
Mo Qingcheng quickly gave up, holding the ruined drawing paper in a dilemma: "Uncle Jin, this is really waste paper, there's no way to use it..."
"Miss..." Old Master Cheng persisted, unwilling to give up.
Mo Qingcheng sighed softly and explained simply, "Uncle Jin, this is the design blueprint for a repeating crossbow..."
Old Master Cheng's eyes lit up: "Miss, perhaps I can give it a try..."
"Okay, okay! As long as you're happy..." Mo Qingcheng was so pestered that she had no choice but to wave her little hand and say, "As long as you like it."
Master Cheng was as excited as a child, running into his small courtyard with the blueprints in his hands.
A smile played on Mo Qingcheng's lips; the house was becoming increasingly lively...
very nice!
To reward Bai Yueniang, Mo Qingcheng personally cooked braised pork and salt and pepper chicken that evening.
The little ones ate with their mouths full of oil, and Bai Zimo stretched out his little paw and licked his tongue: "Mommy, I want to eat again tomorrow."
Mo Qingcheng poked the little guy's forehead: "If a boy can eat so much, he might not be able to find a wife when he grows up."
"Then... what should we do? How about Mo Mo makes someone even more greedy than herself?" Bai Zi Mo looked at Mo Qing Cheng with innocent eyes and a smile.
"puff!"
"Cough cough..."
Mo Qingcheng and Bai Yueniang burst out laughing, and the children joined in the laughter. Bai Zimo blushed and asked, "Mother, don't you like a daughter-in-law who loves to eat?"
"Pfft! Cough cough..." Mo Qingcheng choked on her saliva and couldn't speak.
It was rare to see Mo Qingcheng get the short end of the stick, so everyone chuckled. Even Liu Cuihua and Third Grandma couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle.
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
Five days later, the greenhouse was running smoothly. Mo Qingcheng was thinking about how to speed up the money-making process. Perhaps the Emperor's reward was on its way, and she could consider taking a small town as her temporary mayor if she couldn't become an instructor...
"Sister Mo, are you daydreaming again?" Bai Yueniang teased as she walked over with her needlework bag when she saw Mo Qingcheng lost in thought.
"Yes, I want to earn more money to save up more dowry for my Yue'er..." Mo Qingcheng smiled faintly and took a sip of tea.
Bai Yueniang rolled her eyes. "I don't believe you!"
"Little Yue'er, do you have any good ideas on how to earn more money?"
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