Chapter 247: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 247: Moldy Grain Buries Hidden Dangers, Nightmares Serve as Warnings (6)
"Little Furball was brought back from the mountains by Xiao Hua. I tried to get it to take Little Furball back, but it just wouldn’t. When I pushed it, it ran into the mountains and didn’t come back. I really want to find that rascal and give it a good scolding."
Mo Yan vented her frustrations, stroking the soft little furball, feeling exasperated by Xiao Hua's behavior. It not only separated a mother from its cub but also caused her a lot of trouble.
Lin Yong suppressed a laugh and suggested, “You already keep Xiao Hua, so raising a tiger shouldn’t be an issue. Just think of it as raising a big cat.”
A big cat? Mo Yan twitched slightly at the thought. Indeed, once grown, it would be an extraordinarily large cat.
For now, it seemed she had no choice but to keep the cub until it grew bigger and could fend for itself. Then she would release it back into the wild.
Since Xiao Hua wasn’t home, it couldn’t fulfill the previous promise to accompany Lin Yong into the mountains. Mo Yan apologized and asked him to wait until Xiao Hua returned.
Lin Yong didn’t mind waiting a day or two, as his goal was to hunt large game whose pelts and meat could fetch a good price.
The very next night, Xiao Hua returned, seeking spirit spring water from Mo Yan. Still upset that it wouldn’t return Little Furball to the wild, she deliberately withheld the water.
However, this thick-skinned creature persistently nuzzled her, making pitiful sounds like it was crying.
Under the reproachful gazes of Zhen'er and the others, Mo Yan felt exhausted. The clever Xiao Hua, enhanced by the spirit spring water, was becoming annoyingly sly.
Eventually, Xiao Hua got its wish and drank the spirit spring water. Seeing it in a good mood, Mo Yan gently tried persuading it to return Little Furball to the wild.
This time, Xiao Hua didn’t dash into the mountains. Instead, it went to Mo Yan’s room, carefully carried the sleeping cub from its nest, and placed it on the ground. To Mo Yan’s surprise, it lay down on the floor, nudging the cub under its belly.
Then, Xiao Hua closed its eyes, body stiff and barely breathing.
Mo Yan felt a lump in her throat. Xiao Hua refused to return the cub because its mother was dead.
Cradling the groggy cub, Mo Yan sighed deeply, suddenly grateful that Xiao Hua was a compassionate wolf. Saving the cub, despite it being of a different species, showed a rare and precious kindness.
Understanding Xiao Hua’s intention, Mo Yan watched as it got up, gently licking the cub with a large, caring tongue, its eyes reflecting a human-like sorrow.
Xiao Hua too had lost its mother at a very young age. If not for Yan Junyu’s rescue, it wouldn’t have survived.
Thinking of Yan Junyu filled Xiao Hua with gratitude. It never saw him as its master, and he never forced it, always taking good care of it.
Knowing it was because his mother had once saved him didn’t change the genuine care he had shown over the years. If it weren’t for Yan Yan, even if it didn’t recognize him as its master, it would have followed him to help whenever needed.
With these thoughts, Xiao Hua gazed softly at Mo Yan. It had decided to stay with her for life.
Autumn arrived, the season of harvest. The Mo family’s twenty acres of soybeans planted in late spring, including the ten acres originally belonging to the Li family, were ready to be harvested.
The soybeans of this era were small, only slightly larger than mung beans, and the yield was low. However, soybeans could be made into tofu, stir-fried soybeans, soy-braised pork trotters, and other delicious dishes. Most importantly, they could be pressed for oil.
Therefore, soybeans were priced higher than mung beans, easy to store, and not prone to pests, ensuring they sold well.
From the time the soybeans were planted until now, Mo Yan had hardly tended to them. Yet, the soybeans grew much better than those in other fields, with numerous, plump pods and almost no empty shells.
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