"I gave her one portion, and it seems my scumbag father gave her one portion too. Mo Jin ate it all by herself, and you only took two cents, and you're still making sarcastic remarks here. Second Aunt, don't you think you're going a bit too far?"
Mo Yan's photo album clearly showed her transfer records, leaving her second aunt speechless and forcing her to slink away.
Upon seeing this, Mo Jin ran out and exclaimed, "Sister, you're amazing! You can even out-argue Second Aunt!"
My second aunt had always called him a burden, saying he ate their food.
"You can do it too. As long as we haven't done anything wrong, we don't have to be subservient, understand?"
Mo Yan patted Mo Jin's head and led him home. But why hadn't Mo Ran given up yet? Could it be that there was something in this village that he absolutely needed?
The compensation for one mu of land is 30,000 yuan. Their family doesn't have much land. Even if Mo Ran wanted it, she could only get one mu at most. It seems unlikely that they would stay in the village for 30,000 yuan.
Fang Meng ran over, lay down on the ground, and started barking.
"Help! Help! I can't afford to eat!"
Mo Jin was frightened when she heard the voice; it was already dark.
Mo Yan smiled and immediately took out her phone to dial 120.
Fang Meng was pulled away shortly afterward.
Mo Yan looked at Mo Jin and told him, "Sometimes, we don't need to go out in person. We can just make a phone call. She's in need of help, so we'll call an ambulance, understand?"
Mo Jin blinked, her gaze towards her sister changing. "You're a child. If she wants to hit you or yell at you, you should call 110 (the police emergency number). Let the police protect you."
Remember, we're good kids. We need to use our brains to solve problems, not sulk by ourselves, understand?
Mo Jin nodded thoughtfully. Mo Yan had no idea that from today onwards, this poor little thing would start to become black sesame filling.
Of course, even if she knew, Mo Yan would be happy to see it happen. There's nothing wrong with black sesame filling in this society, as long as it doesn't involve breaking the law.
Fang Meng was taken to the hospital, and after a series of tests, she was found to be fine. The hospital then asked her for medical expenses.
Fang Meng: ...
She had no money and wanted to call Mo Yan, but the phone was out of service. She tried calling one by one, but it was either switched off or disconnected.
At this moment, Fang Meng realized that she didn't actually have any friends.
It doesn't matter that she has no friends, she needs to pay for medical expenses now, so she finally made a phone call.
That was Mo Ran's phone call.
Upon receiving the call, Mo Ran drove straight to the hospital without hesitation.
"I can give you the money you want, but in return, you give me your house in the village and the land, how about that?"
Fang Meng was only focused on money at the moment, and agreed without hesitation after hearing this.
Moreover, she didn't ask for money because she couldn't afford to eat; she just felt that she could help others again.
Seeing that Fang Meng agreed, Mo Ran didn't say a word and immediately took Fang Meng to complete the transfer of ownership. Of course, he didn't forget to pay the medical expenses as well.
But since it was dark, no one was at work, so we had to wait until the next day.
Mo Yan saw the two of them walking together through the old courtyard from the second floor and found it a bit strange.
Could it be that the two of them have rekindled their old flame?
That can't be right. Mo Ran's previous accusations are still fresh in our minds. How could things change so suddenly? But what is the reason?
Doesn't Mo Ran's wife care at all?
Mo Yan felt that she might need to go and ask her second uncle what Mo Ran was trying to do.
...
Early in the morning, Mo Yan made steamed buns, then took some to her second uncle's house.
Nowadays, her short videos mostly feature life in the village. As for clothes, she only orders three sets every six months. She wants to slow down, to take a break, and then slow down even more.
When they arrived at her second uncle's house, her second aunt wanted to say something, but thinking about what happened on the land yesterday, she said that even though Mo Yan hadn't helped, she would still ask the village chief for help.
Finally, she went to the village chief, and the matter was resolved.
"Mo Yan is here. Shall we have breakfast together?"
"Second Aunt, no need, I brought you steamed buns."
Mo Yan put it down and left. Her second uncle followed her out, and only then did Mo Yan speak.
"Second Uncle, why is my dad still in the village and still thinking about the old house? Why does he insist on dividing the land with you?"
“I don’t know either. He said those plots of land are where our family’s ancestral graves are located, and we can’t touch them. He also said that we must protect our family’s yard. He’s even planning to hire a lawyer to sue us.”
The second uncle didn't know why, or why the eldest brother cared so much about those plots of land and the old courtyard.
"I see. So, what about them now?"
After hearing this, Mo Yan felt even more strongly that something was amiss. If nothing was wrong, things wouldn't be like this now. But what exactly was going on? She needed to investigate.
Their village will be relocated to another place because of the highway construction project. They will be given new houses and a park. Everyone thinks it's a good thing.
“I rented a house from a bachelor in the village, saying I had to settle this matter. He didn’t move his household registration away; he didn’t own any land. He insisted that I give him two yuan. I thought I could give it to him, but your second aunt wouldn’t agree.”
In my second uncle's opinion, it was just a few plots of land, not even an acre in total, but his wife just wouldn't have it.
"Where are those plots of land?" Mo Yan asked curiously.
“It’s the ancestral graves. Didn’t you get a plot of land next to the ancestral graves?”
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