Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 335: Financial Ruin and the Harrier’s Message (6)_1

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: Financial Ruin and the Harrier’s Message (6)_1

Everyone hastily bowed their heads to gobble up their rice, knowing that asking further questions would be pointless, as Mo Yan wasn’t going to say anything. Yet, they were all intensely curious.

The harrier, locked outside in the cold wind, began to screech discontentedly, its voice shriller and more piercing than ever before.

Mo Yan turned a deaf ear and silently shoveled rice and vegetables into her mouth. If she could understand the bird’s language, she was certain that the creature was cursing her.

Little Flower and the others were also made somewhat irritable by the harrier’s clamorous noise, taking turns running to the door and growling threateningly.

But ever since the harrier had come to the Mo Family, relying on its ability to fly, it had often bullied them and wasn’t intimidated by their threats at all. Instead, its cries became even more exuberant outside.

Watching their standoff, the others continued eating without comment. A perfectly good, warm dinner was thus spoiled by a feathered beast.

After dinner, the first thing Mo Yan did upon opening the door was to unexpectedly snatch back Maomao to her own courtyard. She opened the letter cylinder on its leg and, sure enough, found a letter stuffed inside.

Mo Yan hesitated for a moment but still took it out, casually tossing the harrier to the three beasts that had been eyeing it greedily.

Dabai pounced on the harrier, which had been preparing to flee, pinning it to the ground. It firmly pressed Maomao’s wings with its paws and took a bite of feathers, only throwing it to Little Flower after hearing its pitiful screams.

Little Flower copied the action, taking a mouthful of feathers before passing it to Mao Tuan.

Mao Tuan might have felt that its mouth was relatively small, because after two bites, it mercifully released the harrier.

The poor harrier, having been bitten mercilessly four times, its once smooth and full feathers now disheveled and sparse, with a bald patch at the tail. Currently, it hid under the eaves, tidying its messy feathers, occasionally lifting its head to gaze toward the distant North, emitting a pitiful cry.

All Mo Yan’s attention was on the letter, unconcerned about how the harrier had been dealt with.

Seeing the restrained yet powerful handwriting on the letter, Mo Yan couldn’t help but exclaim, "Nice writing," but the blush of doubt slowly crawled over her cheeks upon reading the opening salutation.

The salutation was just two words: Yanyan!

Such an affectionate name was only ever used by Mo Qingze. Others called her either "Yan girl" or "Little boss."

When called by her father, it didn’t feel odd, but being addressed like that by another man who could just barely be considered a friend made Mo Yan inexplicably shy.

Noticing her emotions were somewhat amiss, Mo Yan quickly patted her slightly hot cheeks, then regained her composure and continued reading.

But when she saw that the letter, from start to finish, was filled with the same message, written over and over, seven characters each time, Mo Yan wanted to swear vehemently—Fuck!

Why don’t you write me letters?

Why don’t you write me letters?

Why don’t you write me letters?

...

Why don’t you write me letters?

Seventy-one times, those seven words repeated over and over, eighty-one times!

Mo Yan lay collapsed on the table, drained of the strength to complain, and when she realized that she had actually counted each repetition, she slapped her forehead: She was definitely cursed by these seven words, no doubt!

However, should she reply to the letter or not? And how? This was truly a vexing problem!

Having finished preening its feathers, Maomao, feeling relieved, flew back inside.

It was about to land on Mo Yan’s head, but recalling that she might throw it again to those three ferocious creatures, it reluctantly landed at the end of the table and squawked neither loudly nor softly, urging her to hand over the finished letter.

Mo Yan, still pondering whether to reply to the letter, heard its call and waved her hand impatiently, "Off with you, the letter isn’t written yet!"

Maomao, who had secretly drunk the Spirit Spring Water given by Mo Yan to Da HongZao, had gained some Spiritual Wisdom. Hearing her say the letter wasn’t written, it understood it as not writing at all.

It had planned to peck her hand to hurry her along, but considering all the feathers that had been plucked, it dared not come closer. Instead, it fluttered its large wings and flew out of the small courtyard, heading towards the distant North—tattling to its master!

As Mo Yan, who had been planning to reply, did not know that the harrier had already flown away, she was utterly discomfited when the next evening, she received a letter containing the same sentence, repeated eighty-one times, "Why don’t you reply to my letter?"

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