Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 360: Solving the Hidden Danger, Miss Qingmu (2)_1

Chapter 360: Chapter 360: Solving the Hidden Danger, Miss Qingmu (2)_1

Mo Yan smiled and said nothing.

A person’s appetite decides how much they eat! The credit was too significant; how could she, a simple village girl, bear such responsibility? Seeking Yan Junyu’s help was based on trust in his character, and by offering him such a large gift, she believed that he would surely try his best to help her should her own family encounter any future difficulties.

Actually, this was nothing more than a fair transaction!

Although Yan Junyu’s face showed contempt for Mo Yan’s sly and cunning ways, he admired her indifference in the face of fame and gain, "Considering our acquaintance, I will deign to agree to this matter."

Mo Yan felt joy in her heart, even finding his proud and aloof tone quite pleasant, and she flattered him without thinking, "Young Master Yan is decisive and awe-inspiring, truly admirable."

Young Master Yan hooked the corners of his mouth in a hum, snapping open his Jade Bone Fan with a slap. As if something had occurred to him, he shut it again and leaned forward seriously, looking at Mo Yan, "The new variety of grain you mentioned, can it truly yield a thousand pounds per acre?"

This question was important; Mo Yan also grew serious, saying with emphasis, "Provided the weather is favorable and the fertility of the paddy fields is sufficient, the yield might not only reach a thousand pounds per acre but could exceed it!"

A thousand pounds was just her conservative estimate; with proper care, the yield would undoubtedly be more.

Seeing her confidence, Yan Junyu reclined lazily back, his face once again regaining a charming smile, "Very well then! Since you have given me this great credit, I will not inquire about the origin of these grains. As for the Xue Family, you needn’t worry. If anyone asks you about it in the future, just mention my name."

Previously, he had not wanted others to know of their dealings, fearing that those people would find out about the medicinal concoction and potentially harm her. Now, even if their connection became known, their cooperative relationship was perfectly normal. As long as the matter of the medicinal fluid remained secret, there was no cause for concern.

Mo Yan was taken aback momentarily but agreed with good grace, then brought up the orchard.

"...I was worried that the fruit seedlings might not survive, so I didn’t discuss specifics with you. Now that all the seedlings have taken root, if nothing untoward occurs, they should bear fruit the year after next. I can’t just accept your seedlings for nothing."

After hearing this, Yan Junyu looked at Mo Yan in surprise, "You managed to grow such difficult seedlings; how did you do it?"

Mo Yan replied with frankness, "I tended to them just like ordinary fruit seedlings, watering and weeding regularly. Maybe the feng shui in Liu Yang Village is good; anyway, they survived."

Yan Junyu clicked his tongue, not delving deeper, uncertain whether he believed her or not, "Those seedlings aren’t mine. Once they bear fruit, besides what you keep for yourself, sell the rest to me at market price."

Mo Yan frowned slightly. How was that any different from giving them to her? And she did not want to take advantage of this offer.

"Rather like this, we should split the harvest evenly for five years. Of my half, aside from what I keep, the rest can be sold to you at market price. After five years, if you still want them, I will sell all of them to you at market price."

Yan Junyu looked at her as if she were a fool but ultimately conceded to her determined gaze, "As you wish. But don’t blame me for speaking bluntly; just because the seedlings live doesn’t mean they will bear fruit. Don’t get your hopes too high."

Mo Yan’s expression wilted, as she feigned concern and nodded. Yet the little imp in her heart had already started dancing joyfully, knowing that in just two years, her orchard would be overflowing with fruit.

With the burden lifted from her heart, Mo Yan bid farewell to Yan Junyu, and returned to the shop with a light heart, eager to share the good news with Lizhong—that Yan Junyu would personally intervene and warn the Xue Family, hoping it would ease his self-reproach.

Upon hearing this, Lizhong too was overjoyed; as long as the Zhang Family mother and son were pinned with the failed arson, they could peacefully continue their business.

In stark contrast to their happiness, chaos erupted in the Eldest Young Master from the Xue Family’s courtyard. The Eldest Young Master ordered Manager Gou to be held down on a bench and, with his own hands, violently beat him with twenty hefty planks, nearly taking Manager Gou’s life.

If it had not been for Manager Gou’s daughter, Auntie Gou, pleading on her knees with her pregnant belly, the Eldest Young Master might have beaten Manager Gou to death in his fury. It turned out that Manager Gou was the very one who had instigated the Zhang Family to commit arson.

If the arson had been successful, it might have been another story, but they were unfortunately caught in the act and sent to the Government Office. They not only disrupted Manager Song’s plan but may have potentially caused significant troubles for the Xue Family, who already had formidable enemies. No wonder the Eldest Young Master was furious!

The Eldest Young Master, with a gloomy face, ordered Manager Gou, who was as lifeless as a dead dog, to be dragged away. He then sent the weeping Auntie Gou away and called Manager Song to his study, anxiously inquiring how to resolve this crisis and avoid the Family Head’s blame.

After a moment of contemplation, Manager Song spoke cautiously, "This matter has not yet reached the Family Head’s ears. The young master could first send someone to secure the Zhang Family mother and son in jail to keep them from spreading the word. Then, I can show our sincerity by meeting with the owner of Mo’s Fragrant Rice and explain things clearly. There might be a turnaround in this situation."

The Eldest Young Master was silent for a moment, but had to admit that this was the only course of action available. He looked at Manager Song with relief, "Thankfully I have you to strategize for me. If this matter is handled smoothly, I will give you the full credit."

Manager Song modestly deflected the praise and subtly flattered the Eldest Young Master a few times until he was beaming from ear to ear. Only after cheering up the Eldest Young Master did he leave the study to arrange the following matters.

As he reached a corner, he happened to bump into a pretty young girl. Instinctively, Manager Song reached out to stabilize her, and upon seeing her face clearly, he was somewhat surprised, "It’s Miss Qing Mu."

Miss Qingmu, also known as Mo Erni, lifted her head to see that it was Manager Song and took a panicked step back as if alarmed, then hastily bowed to him, "Manager... Manager Song, it’s Qing Mu... Qing Mu’s fault, I beg for your forgiveness."

After speaking, her eyes brimming with tears shrank back as she looked at Manager Song, portraying such a pitiful sight that no one would have the heart to blame her.

Manager Song hadn’t been upset with her at all; seeing her this way now, he felt a great pity and couldn’t resist patting her on the head, showing a kind smile, "Qing Mu, don’t be afraid, Uncle Song does not blame you."

The phrase "Uncle Song" triggered Mo Erni’s tears to fall like pearls slipping off a string. She embraced Manager Song tightly and burst into sobs, mumbling something incomprehensibly.

Manager Song, initially at a loss, heard her very clearly. He trembled, holding the young girl close in a daze. The redness in his eyes and shaking hands revealed an inner sorrow.

Buried in his arms, Mo Erni shed tears, but the corners of her mouth revealed a satisfied curve of a scheme fulfilled...