Chapter 123: The Evil Mother-in-Law Meets the Violent and Lazy Daughter-in-Law (10)
At the beginning of spring, the villagers thought it was stupid for Muyan to open up wasteland and plant crops. At the autumn harvest, they were envious when they saw the thirty acres of corn fields, each corn cob big and tempting.
After breakfast, Muyan followed the three members of the Yang family to the fields.
She stood at the edge of the field and looked around. It was not thirty acres of corn, but piles of banknotes waving at her.
"Li Ling, the corn cobs you planted are so big. I'll pick one to take home and plant next year." At this time, the villagers who came to work in the fields saw Muyan standing at the edge of the field, shouted to her, and were about to pick corn.
"No," Muyan said without thinking. The corn seeds used by the villagers all came from the same seed station. The reason why the corn in her field grew better than those grown by the villagers was because she used enough fertilizer and manure to grow the corn in her field.
Their corn doesn't grow well because they don't use enough fertilizer and nutrients. Who can they blame?
Besides, fertilizers are free, and manure is free. If she picks them today, someone else will definitely come to pick them tomorrow. If each person picks one, she won't be able to sell them for money.
The man probably didn't expect her to be so disrespectful. His hand almost touched the corn, but he suddenly pulled it back with an ugly expression.
"You're so stingy. It's just one corn, but there are so many. I can't even pick one," the person said in a loud voice. Perhaps she said it on purpose for Muyan to hear.
Mu Yan automatically blocked her words and stared at her with a pair of clear eyes, as if to say that no matter how much she muttered, she just couldn't pick her corn.
In the end, the man didn't pick any corn and left cursing.
Muyan sat in the field for the whole morning. During this time, no less than five people came over and wanted to pick the corn in her field. As you can imagine, she ruthlessly rejected them all.
Although she rejected them all, Muyan knew that this was far from the end.
Sure enough, her guess came true. She was sleeping soundly at night when she suddenly opened her eyes. Before going to bed, she had set up a barrier similar to an alarm around the land. Whenever someone approached, it would sound an alarm.
Wanzai: "Boss, several groups of people came with sacks to steal your corn."
Mu Yan snorted softly and teleported to the edge of the field in the blink of an eye. She stood invisible next to the cornfield.
"Humph, Li Ling won't let me pick them, so I picked them anyway. What can she do to me? I'll pick a sack of them, and tomorrow she'll be so upset she'll cry for her parents in the fields."
"That's right, pick it three times tonight and come again tomorrow night. Anyway, she won't be able to find it for a while with thirty acres of land."
"So what if she found it? She doesn't know who picked it."
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Muyan followed several groups of people and heard their conspiracy clearly.
Haha, you still dare to continue committing crimes. If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you think she is the scapegoat?
Several groups of people were holding sacks and were about to walk into the cornfield when they suddenly felt a cool breeze behind their necks, and then they felt a chill from their necks to the soles of their feet.
"Hey, do you feel suddenly cold?" asked one of the braver ones.
"It's autumn now, so it's normal to be cold. It will get warmer after picking corn," a brave man replied.
"No," he wanted to say. It wasn't the cold weather, but the tingling scalp and the chilly feeling of being suddenly stared at by something.
"It's not your mother's head, hurry up and pick the corn," someone in the team shouted.
The man didn't dare to make any more noise and moved to the middle position, where there were people in front and behind him. He felt it was safer this way.
After entering the cornfield, several groups of people were as excited as cats seeing mice. These days, nothing is more important than food, not to mention that this food is stolen for free.
"ah!"
"There's a ghost!"
The sudden scream, followed by a rapid retreat and a rough sound when the corn leaves hit them, interrupted the group of people who were about to pick the corn.
"What the hell are you yelling about?" the person who was close to the man shouted and quickly reached out from behind to cover his mouth. When he touched him, he was stunned to find that his whole body was shaking.
He let go of her hand and said, "What's wrong with you? What did you see? You're so scared."
Under the bright moonlight, the cornfield was only dimly lit. The man pointed at the corn cob he had just touched.
"There was a pair of cold hands on the corn, and I... I touched them," he said in a trembling voice.
As soon as he said this, everyone in the cornfield was startled and moved towards him.
"You just scare yourself. Where did you get your hands from in the cornfield?" A brave man didn't believe him and went straight to the corn he had just touched. The others waited behind him.
"Did you touch anything?" someone asked anxiously after hearing no sound for a long time.
The words were spoken, but in the quiet night, there was no response for a long time, and everyone broke out in cold sweats.
"Hey, say something," but there was still no response.
There was no response again, and everyone almost wanted to run away at the same time.
The person who touched the corn at this time did not want to speak, but he could not open his mouth and could not move. In a moment, his whole body was out of his control.
He could only feel a hand, colder than ice, crawling up his arm from the back of his hand and soon reaching his neck.
He could vaguely feel what the hand was trying to do. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't open his mouth. He could only let the hand stroke back and forth on his neck. He was scared, and the next second the hand grabbed his neck and strangled him to death.
He just wanted to steal some corn. Does he really want to leave his life here? If he had known this would happen, he would never have come even if he was beaten to death.
He was always nervous, but that hand never reached his neck.
"Ouch," the hand was suddenly withdrawn, and he was kicked hard in the butt, falling right next to the group of people who came with him.
"What's wrong with you?" His companion saw him fall and hurriedly helped him up.
"I just called you, why didn't you say anything? I thought you were kidnapped by something."
The person who was kicked felt his companion's warm hand on his arm, and then he realized that he was back.
He carried the sack and hurried out of the cornfield.
"There are ghosts in this field. Whoever wants to pick the corn, I won't pick it." When his companions heard him say this, he had already rushed out of the cornfield. He was the biggest among them, and even he said this. The rest of the people almost rushed out of the cornfield at the same time and ran home in all directions.
Not long after, a group of people who had boasted that they were going to do something big in the cornfield disappeared without a trace.
Muyan picked up the corn that had fallen to the ground, walked slowly to the end of the field, looked at the direction the group ran away, and snorted, "With such little courage, they still imitate others to become thieves, and they are not afraid of being embarrassed if others tell others about it."
A few nights later, several new groups of people who didn't believe in superstition came with sacks and wanted to steal corn, but they were all scared to death by Muyan using the same method.
From then on, no one dared to steal her corn anymore, and her 30 acres of cornfield suddenly became a forbidden area for the villagers.
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