Chapter 27 The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 27 The Tragic Li Family
Time flew by, and half a month had passed.
Mo Yan had her days scheduled tightly. Apart from doing household chores and managing the space, she devoted herself to teaching her younger siblings.
Xin'er was nine years old this year, which in this era was considered a young lady. She couldn't be completely ignorant, so when Mo Yan learned that she wanted to learn needlework, she began to teach her. Xin'er was very clever. In half a month, she had made a decent-looking purse with simple patterns. She made one for herself, saying that she would make one for each family member when her skills improved.
Zhen'er was now six years old. Children of this age were at the peak of their cognitive development, and their memory was quite good. Currently, he could recognize over two hundred characters. Mo Yan also occasionally told him some enlightening stories she had heard in her past life, letting him comprehend on his own. However, whether it was learning ability or comprehension ability, Mo Yan, as his older sister, felt a bit ashamed.
In addition to these tasks, Mo Yan had to deliver eggs to the grocery store every day. The chickens raised in the space were bigger than those outside and laid larger eggs with a more delicious taste.
After receiving eggs from Mo Yan a few times, the grocery store owner heard customers praising the eggs as exceptionally delicious and became interested. When Mo Yan came to deliver eggs again, he made a long-term supply contract with her.
Originally, the grocery store owner hoped that Mo Yan could deliver three hundred eggs every day. However, the thirty chickens she bought earlier had not started laying eggs yet, and Lin Yong's side required one hundred and fifty eggs every day. With only over two thousand eggs stored previously, Mo Yan was worried about not being able to meet the demand, so she agreed to deliver only one hundred and fifty eggs per day. Although the store owner felt it was too little, he readily agreed when Mo Yan said she could supply three hundred eggs in half a month.
Even though each egg was only worth one wen, and only one hundred and fifty were sold each day, Mo Yan had earned over two taels of silver in half a month. This money came easily. Although she earned less, she didn't have to stand outside in the sun and rain selling things, and the quantity was stable. She felt it was quite good.
Just a few days ago, twenty-two of the thirty chickens began laying eggs. Now, there were already three hundred eggs delivered to the grocery store every day. However, even so, the grocery store was not enough to sell them all. The owner wanted Mo Yan to deliver more, but for caution's sake, Mo Yan did not agree.
Living such a comfortable and carefree life, almost like a dream come true for Mo Yan, she also knew that such days would not last forever.
Although she no longer worried about not being able to wake up one day, the space still existed, and it was related to her merit. She felt that there were still some things she had to continue doing, otherwise, who knew if the heavens would think she was wasting resources and strike her down with a bolt of lightning? If she were struck down, she could accept it, but if it affected her family from her past and present lives, she would have to kill herself.
At this moment, Mo Yan would never have imagined that her wild thoughts would actually come true!
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During the days of fleeing, the family's bodies had suffered greatly from malnutrition. Now that they had some extra money, Mo Yan didn't want to treat herself poorly. She almost went to the butcher's shop every day to buy meat and bones to stew soup. The dozen or so roosters in the space had also been slaughtered by her for stewing. After half a month of eating soups and broths, the family's complexions improved significantly, no longer pale from lack of vegetables.
On this day, Mo Yan earned three hundred wen from selling eggs and went to the butcher's shop in a good mood to buy two catties of pork bones. Seeing a pair of pig intestines on the cutting board, her mind was immediately filled with thoughts of stir-fried pig intestines, yam and pig lung soup, sautéed pig heart...
Having been here for so long, she hadn't had any yet! Thinking about these delicious dishes, Mo Yan couldn't help but salivate. She happily spent thirty wen to buy a complete set of pig intestines and left with a smile on her face.
Walking to the bridge, Mo Yan saw that there were many people gathered in three layers outside the bridge. Walking forward, she looked through the crowd and saw a little girl in green and white clothes kneeling on the ground, her head buried low and her face obscured. Behind her, lay a thin old man, whose face was obscured by the girl's body, making it hard to see. However, looking at these two people, Mo Yan felt a sense of familiarity.
"Ah, these two are really pitiful. I saw this little girl kneeling in front of the medical hall begging the doctor to see her grandfather just a few days ago. But in this day and age, where can you find money to hire a doctor? Ah!"
"This little girl is filial, wanting to sell herself to save her grandfather, but who here has the spare money to spend twenty taels of silver to buy a maid?"
"I heard that these two fled from the south. Originally, they wanted to seek refuge with relatives, but those relatives wouldn't even let them in. It would have been better to go to the refugee camp on the outskirts of the city. Maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this!"
After listening to the discussions of these people, Mo Yan looked carefully and felt that the little girl's figure resembled Li Yan very much. When their families separated, wasn't Li Yan wearing this green and white dress?
Thinking of this, Mo Yan couldn't stand still. She quickly pushed through the crowd and squatted in front of the little girl, anxiously asking, "Yan'er, is it you?"
Li Yan, in a daze, heard someone calling her name. She raised her head in confusion, her eyes red and swollen, with tears still in the corners of her eyes. After recognizing the person in front of her, Li Yan rushed forward with a "wah," as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and hugged Mo Yan tightly, unwilling to let go.
Mo Yan felt sad when she heard her cry, but now was not the time to be sad. Mr. Li was unconscious, and it seemed that his condition was very bad. He needed to be taken to the medical hall immediately. So she couldn't take care of comforting Li Yan and hurriedly asked the kind-hearted people around her for help to take the old man to the medical hall.
In the medical hall, Mr. Li lay on the bed with his eyes tightly closed. It had been only half a month since they last saw each other, but the old man's cheeks were sunken, devoid of any flesh, and his exposed forearm was only skin and bones, as if it would break off with a slight touch. It was evident that during this time, the old man had suffered greatly.
In front of the bed, a gray-haired doctor was taking his pulse. However, his furrowed brows showed that the old man's condition was quite tricky.
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