Chapter 251: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
### Chapter 251: Making a Small Profit and Deciding to Act (3)
After all the fruits had been brewed into wine, Mo Yan placed Little Fluffball, who had fallen asleep on the ground, into a basin of water. After giving it a bath and drying it off, she brought it out of the space, cuddled it, and soon fell asleep in bed.
However, Mo Yan didn't sleep well that night; she started having nightmares again!
Compared to the previous nightmare, this one was even more gruesome, depicting people dying in agony after consuming moldy rice.
In the dream, those horrifying figures kept crawling on the ground, reaching out with pale, cold hands toward Mo Yan as if grabbing her could save them!
"Save my child! Please save my child!"
"Save us! We don't want to die! Please come and save us!"
Throughout the night, Mo Yan was surrounded by various desperate pleas for help. She couldn't get close to them, but she was also trapped and unable to escape.
She struggled to wake up, but her body seemed frozen, completely out of control.
Just as she was in extreme fear, a deafening roar of a tiger sounded, followed by a wet sensation on her face. Mo Yan's body suddenly felt unfrozen, and she was able to move again.
Feeling relieved, she opened her eyes and saw Little Fluffball sitting beside her pillow, staring at her with its round tiger-like eyes and licking her face, making whimpering sounds.
Was it Little Fluffball that woke her up?
Mo Yan's heart skipped a beat. She sat up, hugged Little Fluffball, and rubbed its head, feeling much calmer.
This time, she had the terrifying dream for no apparent reason, without any external stimuli. Even now that she was awake, she still felt frightened. But this matter was too mysterious; she didn't know whether to believe in the dream, immediately find a solution to the moldy grains, or ignore it and allow those moldy grains to threaten innocent lives.
Everything that happened in the dream was too real. Perhaps it was a warning from the heavens. If she didn't do something, nightmares might continue to haunt her.
Wait a little longer! If she had another nightmare for no reason, she would try her best to solve the problem of moldy grains and prevent the tragic events in the dream from happening. She didn't want to lose her peace of mind in the future.
After a whole night of nightmares, Mo Yan felt sticky. She put Little Fluffball on the bed and went into the space to take a bath. When she came out feeling refreshed, Little Fluffball was already lying beside her pillow, fast asleep.
She touched its furry head and felt drowsy herself, so she hugged Little Fluffball and planned to take a nap. This nap, with her and the little tiger sleeping together, was very peaceful.
There were a lot of soybean stalks on the thirty-acre land, and the empty space in front of Mo's house was filled with them. Today, the weather was good, so Li Zhong invited about ten villagers to help spread out the bundled soybean stalks to dry. Even though the empty space in front of Mo's house was ten acres, it wasn't enough, so they had to do it in batches.
By noon, the sun was scorching, and the soybean stalks that had been drying all morning had become tough. The bean pods burst open involuntarily, spilling the small yellow beans onto the oilcloth, making crackling sounds.
Little Fluffball was very interested; just looking wasn't enough for it. It ran into the soybean stalks, wanting to pounce on the bursting beans. However, when it stepped on the soybean stalks, the pods that were about to burst couldn't withstand the pressure and exploded one after another under its paws, startling it.
Little Fluffball let out a threatening growl, thinking it was being attacked by the bean pods. Its drowsy and confused appearance amused Mo Yan, who burst into laughter.
Xin'er and Zhen'er looked enviously at them. They quickly took off their shoes, wrapped their feet in cotton cloth, and ran to stomp on the soybean stalks. The beans burst even more joyfully, and the two of them stomped harder, making the beans burst even more vigorously.
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