Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 123: Raiding the Law Field (2)_1

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Raiding the Law Field (2)_1

The Punishing Shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and advised, "Miss Mo, forgive the old man for his prattling, but the fruit trees you’re talking about are difficult to cultivate. In the past, the Court exhausted all efforts to transport crabapples and grapes seedlings from the Barbarian Countries. In the end, a few did survive, but over a decade has passed without a single fruit produced."

Mo Yan automatically ignored what he said both before and after, and asked joyfully, "Does that mean it’s possible to get these fruit trees from the Barbarian Countries?"

The Punishing Shopkeeper twitched his eye corners upon hearing this and replied helplessly, "Indeed, it is possible, only the distance from Jing City to the Barbarian Countries is vast. Even if one procured the fruit seedlings, there’s no guarantee they’d survive the journey back."

Mo Yan didn’t take his words to heart. Even if they died, as long as she soaked them in Spirit Spring Pond, they could come back to life.

Seeing that Mo Yan was resolved, the Punishing Shopkeeper could no longer persuade her and could only suggest, "If you truly want to transport fruit seedlings from the Barbarian Countries, it’s best to find those merchants who trade goods back and forth from the south to the north. They’re much more familiar with these matters."

That was exactly what Mo Yan had in mind, and she thanked him with a smile.

Just before leaving, Xiao Zhu suddenly spoke up, "Miss Mo, do you want pear and peach trees?"

Mo Yan was surprised but smiled, "Yes, of course, I plan to grow a large orchard, so the more varieties the better."

When Xiao Zhu heard this, he happily showed his little tiger teeth, "I have a neighbor whose family sells fruit seedlings. They’re just ordinary pear and peach trees, not highly valued, and the family is quite poor! If you’re buying, please buy from them. Their fruit seedlings are better than others’!"

"This lad, too poor to even afford a wife, and yet he’s worrying about others," the Punishing Shopkeeper said as he gave Xiao Zhu a slap on the back and mockingly scolded him.

Mo Yan smiled, "Xiao Zhu is a good person. He’s sure to marry a gentle and virtuous wife."

Xiao Zhu grinned sheepishly, scratching his head with embarrassment, his ears turning red, prompting laughter from both Mo Yan and the shopkeeper.

With a lead on the fruit seedlings, Mo Yan was in a good mood. Right after sending off the Punishing Shopkeeper and the rest, Liu Tinglan arrived.

"Going to the execution grounds to watch a beheading?" Mo Yan’s eyes twitched with revulsion as she flatly refused, "No, I’m afraid it will give me nightmares."

"Come on, we’ll just take a quick look. As soon as those human traffickers are to be beheaded, we’ll leave and not watch," Liu Tinglan pleaded, shaking Mo Yan by the arms.

Mo Yan extracted her arm and shook her head fiercely, "If you want to go, go by yourself. I’m not interested."

She was clearly such a delicate girl, and yet she insisted on witnessing an execution. Such tastes were far too gruesome!

"Please, just accompany me!" Liu Tinglan refused to give up. Those villains had actually wanted to sell her to such a vile place. If she didn’t see those bad people get their punishment with her own eyes, she wouldn’t be able to sleep well.

Mo Yan felt entirely helpless, worn down by her pleas until she finally said, "Fine, but only for a little while. I really don’t want to see any blood."

Liu Tinglan nodded vigorously, "Absolutely, I’m too scared to watch myself."

Mo Yan rolled her eyes. Too scared to watch? Who would believe that!

Mo Yan was dragged onto the Liu Family’s carriage by Liu Tinglan. The coachman was a man in his fifties who politely greeted her as Miss Mo.

Upon hearing that his mistress was going to Caishikou to watch an execution, the coachman was so terrified he nearly knelt to this little ancestor. But no matter how much he tried to persuade, Liu Tinglan paid him no heed. Having no choice, he drove the carriage to Caishikou, secretly praying that the Master and Lady would not blame him.

The Liu Family was only modestly wealthy, and while the carriage wasn’t ostentatious, it was comfortably and neatly furnished, offering a much more stable ride than a donkey or ox cart. Mo Yan tested it and found it much better.

She had thought about buying a carriage before but kept forgetting amidst myriad issues. The rented house was too small, lacking even a stable. Buying one now would be impractical, so perhaps after the construction of her new home, she should consider purchasing a carriage, especially with a stable to accommodate it. And with twenty acres of land at home, it would make sense to buy an ox as well.

As Mo Yan was calculating all this in her head, they soon arrived at Caishikou.

Caishikou was located in North Market and was said to be the most chaotic part of the city, frequented by thieves, con artists, and swindlers. A few years ago, an execution ground was built there. Anyone who committed a capital offense would be executed there as a warning to others with nefarious intentions.

When Mo Yan heard the reasons from Liu Tinglan, she found it unbelievable.

Within the bounds of Jing City, the east, west, south, and north markets divided people into different social standards. North Market was like the slums of some developed city in her previous life, synonymous with backwardness, poverty, and filth. Building the execution grounds there undeniably condemned all residents of North Market in one sweeping judgment.

People from North Market were reluctant to reveal their origins when visiting the other three markets to avoid the disdainful looks that would prevent them from holding their heads high.

By now, two quarters past noon, nineteen human traffickers had already been brought to the execution stage. The area surrounding the grounds was crowded with people: some were there idly, while others had lost children to abduction.

Many people, whose children had been kidnapped without ever being found, also appeared, pointing at the traffickers, crying and cursing, with several women overwhelmed by grief and fainting, subsequently carried away by relatives.

With the help of the coachman, Liu Tinglan dragged Mo Yan to the very front.

Looking at the unkempt traffickers on the stage, stained with vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, Liu Tinglan felt a surge of satisfaction, "They are vile scum that deserve death."

Mo Yan looked at the man called Fat Brother, kneeling in the center, who was looking around frantically with a clearly visible sense of urgency and... anticipation!

Could it be that there were more than twenty traffickers, and some had slipped through the net? Were his accomplices now planning to storm the execution to save him?

As Mo Yan’s mind raced, she couldn’t help but recall scenes she had seen in movies and TV shows from her previous life...

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