Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 440 Divine Blessing Severing Relations (3)_1

Chapter 440: Chapter 440 Divine Blessing Severing Relations (3)_1

Xin Er came to report the news, but her words were very vague. With so many people around, she didn’t have the opportunity to ask for details. Now seeing how seriously her younger sister-in-law seemed to be injured, she was afraid that her father-in-law and mother-in-law would blame the incident on her uncle’s family.

Hearing the concern and worry in her words, Mo Yan was touched and recounted the causes and consequences of the incident.

After listening, Wu’s of the Mo Family looked her up and down in shock and disbelief. Finally, she slapped her forehead and excitedly said, "Yan girl, you must have been protected by the gods to have avoided this calamity, and to see those who harmed you get punished. Yes, that’s it, it must be so."

Mo Yan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as she looked at Mo Wu. She wanted to explain that it wasn’t like that, but since she couldn’t be certain about the guess in her heart, she found it inappropriate to voice it. Besides, so many people believing that she was protected by the gods to escape a disfigured fate didn’t seem to be a bad thing for her or the Mo Family.

Seeing her strange expression and her silence, Mo Wu thought she was in shock and comforted her, "You don’t need to worry. Being protected by the gods is something others can’t even ask for. It must be because of your kind-hearted nature. The gods won’t harm you."

Helplessly nodding her head, Mo Yan went along with the "divine protection" story because of a scalp wound, "Auntie, thank you for clearing my confusion. Otherwise, I would still be wondering what had become of me!"

"You silly child, what’s there to thank for! This matter has nothing to do with you, I am relieved," said Wu’s of the Mo Family, her tone becoming light and easy.

...

Mrs. Hong sat on the ground, incessantly wailing and clutching the still unconscious Mo Yongxi, spewing nothing but curses. Every word and sentence was accusing Mo Yan’s family of being evil-hearted, of deliberately harming her precious daughter. Mo Yongfu and Mo Yonglu, her two sons, tried to persuade her but couldn’t stop her venomous cursing, attracting disgust and scorn from many.

On the other hand, upon Mo Qingze’s impartial recounting and with the corroboration of several villagers, Yang Bao quickly understood the ins and outs of the incident. He was extremely shocked and glanced ambiguously at Mo Yan, who was speaking with Mo Wu not far away.

Could it really be divine protection that allowed this girl to escape disaster? Otherwise, why would the aggressor, Mo Yongxi, inexplicably fly out, spit blood, and still not wake up until now?

Setting aside everything else, the Mo Family’s fortune was exceptionally good. If not, then like the others who fled misfortune and barely survived, how could the Mo Family live without worries about food and clothing, reside in a big house, and own thriving shops in town? Even when they bought a barren piece of land that seemed worthless, they struck a water spring and turned it into fertile farmland. If this was not due to immense good fortune, who could achieve so much within such a short span of a year?

At that moment, Yang Bao firmly believed that Mo Yan possessed great fortune and was under the protection of the gods. She should not be harmed lightly; otherwise, who knew if they would be the next Mo Yongxi?

He suddenly felt fortunate that his family had maintained good relations with the Mo Family from the beginning. Regardless of whether they could gain any benefits, at least they wouldn’t suffer retribution, right?

Then looking at the troubled expression of Old Man Mo, Yang Bao silently sighed. To have such a wayward daughter was bad luck spanning eight generations; the current situation was self-inflicted. After all, who would dare seek revenge against the gods?

"Old Uncle Mo, you’ve heard it as well. It was your daughter who tried to harm Yan girl and faced divine punishment. It has nothing to do with Mr. Mo’s family. You see..." The words were left unfinished, but the implication was clear to anyone with a brain.

Old Man Mo’s expression froze, and he trembled as he opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find his voice for a long time. "Village, Village Chief, it’s not necessarily divine protection. It could be, it could be an evil spirit at work!"

As he spoke, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, whether to convince others or himself: "Yes, that’s right, it must be the work of an evil spirit! Otherwise, my Xi girl would never use a shard to hurt someone. She definitely wouldn’t!"

Hearing his words, the crowd exchanged glances. They didn’t really believe it was the work of an evil spirit, especially since the Mo Family had never harmed others. Even during their first year in Liu Yang Village, they had provided cotton and grain. Later, when they worked for the Mo Family, they were paid more than what they would earn in the city. Not long ago, when wild beasts came down from the mountain, it was the Mo Family’s dogs that led the village’s dogs on patrol, all without asking for grain in return. If the Mo Family’s girl was under the protection of an evil spirit, would they commit such acts of kindness?

Mo Qingze’s face turned ashen. So this was his second uncle; this was the "good second uncle" whom he once regarded as a father! He really wanted to shout and ask if he was ever truly considered as a nephew.

Closing his eyes, past events unfolded like scrolls in his mind, and he sadly discovered that after more than ten years together, there were almost no good memories worth lingering over with his second uncle’s family.

It turned out that he was the one who had naively regarded these people as his family, when they had never really treated him as true kin.

Opening his eyes, Mo Qingze hid the last traces of affection in his gaze and looked coldly and distantly at Old Man Mo. Amid the latter’s panic-stricken gaze, he said clearly and decisively, "Second Uncle, Qingze will call you Second Uncle one last time..."