Chapter 25 The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 25 Disturbance
In the blink of an eye, a day passed. After seeing off Mo Qingze, Mo Yan gave a few instructions to Xin'er, then locked the courtyard gate.
Standing at the gate, Mo Yan could still faintly hear the laughter and chatter of Xin'er and Zhen'er inside. She glanced at the entrance of the alley, made sure no one would pass by, then quickly entered the space and swiftly moved the cabbage and rice she had prepared last night out of it.
The whole process took less than a minute. Mo Yan felt extremely fortunate that she had rented this house here. This alley only housed their family, and at the corner, it turned into a dead end, forming an "L" shape with the alley. Without entering, one wouldn't notice it at all.
Before long, Mr. Meng arrived. Because the alley was a bit narrow, it was difficult for the mule cart to enter, so Mr. Meng stopped at the mouth of the alley.
"Hey, girl, how did you get so much rice?"
Seeing two baskets of white rice, Mr. Meng sucked in a breath of cold air. Usually, only well-off households could eat rice on special occasions, but now Mo Yan had taken out two whole baskets.
Mo Yan sighed, "Those people have suffered a lot. I just thought of making some rice into thick porridge, which is more nourishing."
After hearing this, Mr. Meng looked at Mo Yan with admiration in his eyes. "Girl, you are a kind and good child. I am not as good as you! But rice is precious. How long can you sustain this?"
Full of goodwill, Mo Yan felt even more that Mr. Meng was a kind-hearted person. "Mr. Meng, thank you for your reminder. I won't do this again in the future!"
In fact, she didn't have much rice on hand. In a month and a half, she harvested three crops of rice in the space, totaling three thousand catties. After pounding into rice, it was only two thousand catties. Besides, her own family needed to eat too. So she planned to take out twelve hundred catties and use potatoes and sweet potatoes for the rest. Compared to rice, these two were not inferior.
Mo Yan and Mr. Meng together lifted the rice and cabbage onto the cart, covering them with a large piece of oiled cloth to prevent suspicion from arising due to so much rice.
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As dawn approached, Lin Yong, who had stayed awake half the night, got up with dark circles under his eyes. He walked out of the refugee camp to the city gate, feeling somewhat uneasy when he saw it closed.
Although he knew that Miss Mo wouldn't lie to him, he couldn't help but worry without seeing her or the grain. He feared that something might have delayed Miss Mo or that her family might not agree. He tossed and turned for most of the night before convincing himself to sleep.
Beside him stood more than a dozen young men with the same anxious mood. The days were getting harder, and more and more people were taken out every day. Now that there was a chance to live, they all wanted to seize it firmly.
Mo Yan and Mr. Meng had just left the city gate when they saw Lin Yong waiting.
Lin Yong also saw her, and his eyes lit up. Even his cold and stern face softened a lot.
"Miss Mo, you're here!"
Mo Yan greeted him with a smile, unaware that these six words contained too much meaning. All the worries and anxieties dissipated with these six words.
When Lin Da and the others heard that Miss Mo was that kind girl, they were all excited. They surrounded the cart and greeted Mo Yan warmly, speaking flattering words as if they were free. Mo Yan felt a bit embarrassed by their enthusiasm.
Seeing Mo Yan's discomfort, Lin Yong snorted coldly. Those people grinned awkwardly and dispersed, standing in an orderly manner.
Led by Lin Yong and the others, Mr. Meng drove the mule cart to an empty porridge shed in the camp. The stoves here were good, there were two large pots, and there was a pile of firewood on the ground, all of which were gathered by Lin Yong's call to the clan members yesterday. From now on, this would be their place to distribute porridge.
When the oiled cloth was lifted, Lin Da and the others couldn't believe their eyes. They were extremely excited. It was rice, two whole baskets of white rice! Since they had been here for so long, they had almost only eaten coarse rice porridge and old rice porridge. They had only eaten such good rice two or three times, but they were already very satisfied. Now, Miss Mo unexpectedly sent so much.
Lin Yong was also shocked. He stared blankly at the rice for a while, then suddenly walked up to Mo Yan, solemnly clasped his fists, and bowed, "Miss Mo, gratitude cannot be expressed in words. In the future, if you need Lin Yong's help, I will not hesitate to die!"
Mo Yan was taken aback and hurriedly waved her hands, "You don't need to do this. This is just a little bit of my kindness. You don't need to repay anything. It's just that my family is not wealthy, and this is not something that happens every day."
Hearing this, Lin Yong didn't show any disappointment. "I just hope Miss Mo doesn't trouble herself too much! Just like I said, if Miss Mo needs my help, I will not hesitate to die."
Mo Yan knew Lin Yong's character. Once he said something, he wouldn't take it back, so she could only let him go.
With many hands, Mo Yan didn't need to do much herself. Those people did everything. By now, the pot was boiling, the fragrant aroma of rice mixed with the sweet taste of cabbage, permeating the air. Lin Da and the others, who were maintaining order, couldn't help but salivate unconsciously.
At this moment, Zhang Hu, who had a conflict with Lin Yong, also brought more than a dozen followers to try to get a share. However, seeing Lin Yong's cold and imposing figure in front of the stove, he felt a faint pain in his waist and abdomen. He spat heavily on the ground and left with his followers reluctantly.
This scene happened to be seen by Lin Yong. He didn't bother to pay attention to Zhang Hu's understanding behavior but didn't expect that not long after, Zhang Hu would return with a large group of people...
