Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 434: New Year’s Red Envelope - Picking a Quarrel (1)_1

Chapter 434: Chapter 434: New Year’s Red Envelope - Picking a Quarrel (1)_1

The family sat together, chatting merrily as they waited for the New Year’s arrival, but only Mo Yan appeared listless, barely speaking at all. Had there not been so many people around, engaging in incessant conversations, it might have been obvious to everyone that something was amiss.

When the Zi Hour arrived, the sound of firecrackers outside began to burst forth one after another, like a pot of boiling porridge, Mo Qingze solemnly carried a tray with offerings and completed the End of Year sacrificial ritual in the courtyard amidst a succession of loud firecracker blasts, as the family joyously welcomed the New Year.

After enjoying the delicious dumplings, the burden of staying up late set in, and after exchanging a few words, everyone retired to their respective rooms. As soon as Mo Yan and her three beasts stepped into her courtyard, Maomao swiftly scurried down from under the eaves, circling in front of her incessantly, emitting a sharp and piercing screech.

Clearly, Maomao was angry at Mo Yan’s previous disregard!

In the bedroom, Maomao used its beak to open the mailbox and pulled out a letter, placing it on the table. With careful claws, it spread the letter open, then gripped it in the center with its beak and clumsily flew in front of Mo Yan, its sharp eyes staring intently at her, claws extending and retracting, ready to scratch her if she dared walk away without reading.

Mo Yan: "..."

Having gone to such lengths, it would be a bit too precious of her not to read the letter. She took the unfolded letter to the light and began reading, her heartbeat quickened as she recognized the familiar handwriting.

Compared to the straightforwardness of previous letters, this one was filled to the brim with content—a vast and boundless frontier landscape, daily life in the military camp, his thoughts and observations.... From beginning to end, there wasn’t a single interrogative phrase, and no dissatisfaction could be discerned between the lines. It seemed to be a simple letter, like an exchange between old friends shooting the breeze.

Yet knowing the man’s temperament, and with the evidence of those previous brief letters, this one seemed too special, too unexpected. He was expressing his concern in this subtle way, concerned that she had not replied to his letters!

With a complex expression, Mo Yan read the letter over and over, as if she wanted to imprint every word in her heart. Finally, she carefully folded it along the creases and placed it in a small wooden box in the drawer, where all the previous letters were kept.

Despite Maomao’s repeated urging, Mo Yan still did not reply. She needed to cool down, to think carefully about how to deal with this relationship that seemed unlikely to have a future. Before she figured it out, she would not respond at all.

After taking a bath in the Space, she threw the noisy creature inside and went to bed. As for whether her troubled heart would allow her to sleep, only she knew.

The first day of the Lunar New Year, the first day of a new year, marked another fresh start.

Because of the custom of visiting and greeting neighbors in the village for the New Year, even though they were not well-rested, the Mo Family couldn’t afford to sleep in; they woke up early, dressed in brand-new clothes from head to toe, disguising their fatigue and looking spirited.

"Father, happy New Year! May you have success and everything go your way in the coming days!" Zhenzhen, dressed in bright red new clothes, knelt straight before Mo Qingze. Like a little elder, he spoke auspicious words with a serious face. Before his father could respond, he stood up, extended his chubby little hand, and said with a chuckle, "Father, I’m the first to kowtow and wish you a New Year’s greeting. How about giving me a big red envelope?"

"Alright, alright, here’s a big one for you!" Mo Qingze, amused and exasperated, selected the largest dark red purse from a pile on the table and gave it to him.

"Hehe, thank you, Father!" Zhenzhen happily caught the pouch with her plump hands, eyes squinting with laughter. Without waiting to be prodded by others, she hastily opened the purse, only to find a pair of little bull calves made of silver, which matched her zodiac sign, the ox.