Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 339: A Narrow Escape Leads to an Unplanned Mother-Son Reunion (1)_1

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: A Narrow Escape Leads to an Unplanned Mother-Son Reunion (1)_1

After Mo Wu left, Mo Yan found a two-meter long wooden stick before heading toward the fields.

The depression where the spring was uncovered was located in the southeast, approximately three miles away from the Mo Family’s home. Although it was within the boundaries of Liu Yang Village, there were no cultivated lands from Liu Yang Village nearby. Moreover, with the uneven terrain, the roads were difficult to navigate. Once the wasteland was developed, they would need to build another road. Otherwise, even if the seeds were sown, it would be challenging to bring the harvest back.

A light rain had fallen last night, making the ground somewhat slippery. Mo Yan had slipped several times but luckily had the wooden stick for support, so she didn’t end up covered in mud. Even so, it took her nearly half an hour to cover the three-mile distance, with her feet becoming caked in mud.

"Little boss, you’re here."

Lin Da, on the opposite mountain, happened to look up and see Mo Yan, hailing her from afar. His voice echoed through the valley surrounded by mountains, traveling a great distance.

Then, one after another, the entire valley echoed with voices calling out "Yan girl" and "Little boss."

Mo Yan responded to each one, but since she couldn’t recognize everyone, she simply called out "uncle" or "count" based on their apparent age.

Standing on the slope, the first thing that caught her eye was the earliest developed forty acres of land in the depression. The most striking feature was the one-acre pond in the middle, used for water storage, its waters crystal clear, clearly reflecting the dark clouds in the sky.

The surrounding hill slopes had also been partly cleared, two and a half sides more than what Mo Yan had anticipated. After all, the slopes were large and required conversion into terraced fields, which was more complex and difficult than simple land reclamation. It was normal for the pace to be slow. To have cleared this much in just over two months demonstrated that these people were working extremely hard.

Seeing Mo Yan walking over with the wooden stick, everyone hurriedly advised her to be careful since they too had slipped and gotten muddy that morning. Fortunately, there were no puddles on the ground, so their clothes hadn’t gotten wet, which would have been miserably cold.

Mo Yan quickly thanked them and proceeded more cautiously. The short distance of just over a hundred yards took her a tremulous while to walk.

As she drew closer and saw the terraced fields they had constructed, she couldn’t help but nod in approval. It was winter now, with less rainfall, making it an opportune time to build terraced fields without causing soil erosion. Once spring arrived, planting grass and trees on these terraces would not only prevent them from collapsing during the abundant summer rains, but the roots would also retain water, killing two birds with one stone.

What was even more commendable was that they had put to good use the excess silt from digging the pond, evenly spreading it on the terraces with thinner soil. This enrichment improved the land so the crops wouldn’t suffer due to poor soil quality.

Feeling grateful, Mo Yan thanked them, "Uncles, counts, the terraced fields have been constructed beautifully. Continue the rest in the same way! It’s bitterly cold, and yet you all came to help clear the land; I truly appreciate your hard work."

"Little boss, what are you talking about? In truth, we should be thanking you. Ever since we fled here, if it weren’t for working for your family and the high wages we received, we wouldn’t know how to get by with our families in tow," said Erniu.

"Erniu’s right; everyone’s truly grateful to your family. Working for your family is something many people can’t even ask for."

"Exactly, Whenever there’s a good opportunity at the Yan girl’s home, you think of helping us out. If we don’t work hard, it would be shameful to look for work at your family again!"

Upon hearing Mo Yan’s words, everyone burst into grateful laughter. These weren’t mere flattery; after all, if it hadn’t been for the Mo Family, it wasn’t certain that they would find work in the city, nor would they be likely to earn such high wages.

Although the work was tiring, it was close to home, allowing them to look after their families. They could go home for lunch and catch a brief rest. As long as it wasn’t pouring continuously, they could earn roughly eight to nine hundred wen a month, which was much better than doing hard labor in the city.