Chapter 32: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 32: Damn, How Could It Be Him
In the courtyard, Mo Yan idly plucked the leaves of the vegetables in the garden and threw them to the ground for the little chicks to eat. Watching the little yellow chicks squirming their chubby bodies to grab the food, she found it amusing. From time to time, she even poked their bottoms with her fingers. When a chick couldn't stand steadily and fell headfirst to the ground, it amused her even more.
There were a total of eight chicks, hatched by a hen in the space. The hen had laid the eggs in a very concealed place, which Mo Yan hadn't noticed at first. It wasn't until she stumbled upon the hen foraging with her chicks in the space a couple of days ago that she caught them and raised them outside as pets to add some fun to life.
"Big sister, you're really bored!"
Zhen'er, lying on the small table writing large characters, was speechless about his sister's mischievous behavior. Clearly, she was a serious person, but sometimes she acted like a fool.
Mo Yan playfully rubbed his head. "Don't you think they're cute? If we don't play with them now, they won't be fun when they grow up! Just like you, since you started learning, you've become less cute! Children should enjoy their childhood!"
Zhen'er rolled his eyes. No matter how cute the chicks were, playing with them every day was boring.
"Sister, we'll have to return to our hometown soon. Are you planning to take these chicks with us?"
As Xin'er asked, she finished the last stitch and looked at the newly made purse. She nodded in satisfaction. This purse should sell for eight coins in the embroidery shop, right?
Talking about returning to their hometown, Mo Yan lost interest in playing with the chicks. She silently counted and realized that there were only nine days left until the deadline of September thirtieth.
Zhen'er also silently put away the paper and pen and watched the chicks pecking for a while. Then, with a trace of hope, he asked, "Big sister, are there no other options?"
Mo Yan patted his little head and shook her head in his hopeful eyes. "Returning to our hometown is also good. When the time comes, dad will go to the town to be a teacher, and you can go to dad's school to study. We'll find a good embroidery master for your second sister, and I'll stay at home to farm. Then, our family can live like landlords!"
The beautiful vision made Zhen'er's dim eyes suddenly brighten. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly felt that returning to their hometown wasn't so bad.
"Sister, are you really going to find an embroidery master for me?"
Xin'er 's eyes also lit up with excitement. She liked embroidery, especially the large screens in the embroidery shop. They were so exquisite that they looked like real objects. She thought she could only embroider small purses and handkerchiefs in the future, but her sister unexpectedly wanted to find an embroidery master for her.
Mo Yan pinched her soft cheek and smiled, "Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?"
This girl had been completely immersed in needlework since she started learning, every time she went to the embroidery shop to deliver her work, her legs couldn't move, and her thoughts were all written on her face. How could Mo Yan not see it? Although her embroidery skills were not bad, compared to those professional embroiderers in the embroidery shop, she was far behind. She couldn't teach Xin'er much.
"Sis, you're so nice!" Xin'er threw herself into her sister's arms, her eyes misty with tears. Without a mother, it didn't matter. She had the best sister in the world.
"I'm your sister, of course I'll be good to you. You're such a silly girl!" Mo Yan chuckled lightly.
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Late at night, after the two little girls fell asleep, Mo Yan opened her eyes and quietly got out of bed. She put on her shoes and went to the courtyard.
At this time, the moon was hazy, and everything was silent. She yawned and was about to go into the space to harvest the potatoes she had planted a few days ago when she heard a loud bang at the courtyard door, almost making her scream in fright.
Who was outside the door? Could it be a thief?
Mo Yan covered her thumping chest, her eyes fixed on the courtyard door. They had been living here for nearly two months, and she hadn't heard of any nearby families being robbed. But in the middle of the night like this, if it wasn't a thief, could it be a ghost?
In the dim moonlight, she quietly walked to the eaves, took the mallet used for pounding clothes, and walked to the side of the courtyard door, hiding her body behind the door, listening carefully to the movement outside. If someone broke in, she would strike first.
"Bang, bang," two more loud sounds, louder than before, made Mo Yan's heart race, and her palms began to sweat.
Just as she was thinking about whether to call her father in time, suddenly a figure unexpectedly passed over her head, and with a "thud," fell behind her.
"Ugh..."
Probably in pain from the fall, the figure made a suppressed groan, struggling to get up. But Mo Yan didn't give him a chance. She raised the mallet high with both hands and fiercely struck the figure's back.
"Thud!"
The sound of the mallet hitting the flesh made Mo Yan feel pain herself. The figure heavily fell to the ground, motionless.
Mo Yan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, walked over, and kicked the fallen figure. She felt his body was stiff, and kicking him hurt her toes.
"Tsk tsk, didn't expect the thief to be so muscular. What a pity, why do something bad when you could do something good!"
With such a good figure, who knew what his face looked like!
Suddenly, such a thought popped into Mo Yan's mind. Looking at the unconscious thief, she squatted down, struggling to turn him over. At this moment, a strong smell of blood rushed over her, almost making her vomit.
The smell of blood was so strong, could it be that she accidentally hit his head and cracked it open?
Mo Yan felt a little panicked. She wanted to teach the thief a lesson, but she didn't intend to kill him. The back of the head was so fragile, and the mallet was so heavy. There must be a problem.
Suppressing her fear, she tremblingly reached out to touch the back of the thief's head. To her relief, there was no wound!
She sat down on the ground, relieved, thinking about the fear she had just experienced. She couldn't help but laugh at herself. Immediately after, she couldn't laugh anymore. Since the wound wasn't caused by her, it must have been caused by someone else. Could this person be being chased by someone?
Thinking of this, Mo Yan's face became extremely ugly. Without caring much, she quickly took off his black mask. When she saw the person's face, she couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, "Damn, how could it be him?"
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