Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 48: The Thirty-Ninth Face-Slapping_1

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: The Thirty-Ninth Face-Slapping_1

As the heavy slap neared her face, how could Mo Yan possibly stand still and take the hit?

In the blink of an eye, a tall figure stood in front of her, and Mo Hong’s family’s short and plump body landed the slap on the newcomer’s chest.

"Ow—"

A miserable scream pierced the sky, startling the birds perched on the branches.

Mo Hong’s family was seen clutching her right wrist with her left hand, crying out in pain one after another, her right hand twisted at an odd angle, spasming uncontrollably—it was clear that her wrist was broken.

"Where did this worthless brat come from, what have you done to my mother?"

The people who came with Mo Hong’s family couldn’t stand it, and several men and women stepped forward, surrounding her and chattering away. A man who looked seven or eight parts similar to her jumped out, pointing at Lin Yong and cursing.

This man was Mo Yonglu, Mo Hong’s family’s second son, cut from the same cloth as his mother, and had often bullied Mo Yan’s family when they were in Mo Family Village.

Lin Yong looked down at him from above, his face showing not a trace of emotion, and although he did not speak, he somehow made his scorn for Mo Yonglu evident to everyone.

"You, you, son of a bitch, dare to be insolent with me, looking for death!"

Mo Yonglu, who had always acted like a tyrant in Mo Family Village, couldn’t take this. Clenching his fists, filled with malice, he threw a punch at Lin Yong’s face.

Seeing this, Mo Yan instinctively tried to push Lin Yong aside, but found that he was as immovable as a rock.

Mo Yonglu’s fist came down, and what should have struck Lin Yong’s face instead landed heavily on his chest. There was a "crack" sound, and the next instant, a pig-slaughter-like howl once again filled the entire sky.

"Ow—"

Mo Yonglu’s right wrist, like Mo Hong’s family’s, was bent at an odd angle, clearly broken as well.

The mother and son, each howling louder than the other, looked at Lin Yong as if he were a monster, their eyes filled with fear, and they dared not curse anymore.

The surrounding villagers had witnessed this mother and son start the physical altercation, and although they did not understand how it had come to this, not a single one of them felt sympathy for them. Instead, they observed Lin Yong with a look full of awe.

Inner Strength! Lin Yong must be a master!

Mo Yan stared at the back of Lin Yong’s head, filled with admiration. She wanted to poke his back to confirm her guess, but the situation was not right, so she ultimately did not act on her impulse.

"Qingze, it’s not easy for our family to meet up, is this how you treat your aunt and cousin?"

Seeing that his wife and son were both injured, Old Man Mo, who had been watching coldly from the start, finally stepped forward, his expression extremely ugly and his words aggressive.

"Uncle, I..."

"Where on earth did you get that idea, Qingze," Mo Yan’s words were once again cut off by Mo Qingze: "It was Granny and my uncle on my father’s side who started the fight. Everyone here saw it clearly, and my dad didn’t do a thing!"

Mo Yan watched Old Man Mo, her eyes devoid of warmth. If she had to choose whom she disliked the most in the Mo Family Village, it would undoubtedly be Old Man Mo! The old man appeared honest and straightforward, but if he truly were so, how could he have allowed his wife and son to plunder food from his own nephew’s home?

In Mo Family Village, that despicable mother and son would cause a ruckus at the Mo Family household every other day. However, whenever things escalated, the elder uncle would play the good guy and appeal to her father’s emotions, and the matter would be dropped. Because of this, the mother and son duo grew more and more audacious. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have specifically targeted the Mo Family during the time of famine, sweeping clean the last of their grain. She refused to believe that their elder uncle was unaware of this.

Her father cherished his only brother, but she did not, nor did she want to be involved with this despicable family because of her father’s feelings. Otherwise, their lives in Liu Yang Village would never be peaceful. Now more than ever, she could not allow her father to step forward.

Old Man Mo saw that it was his turn again and his face grew uglier. He forced a smile and said to Mo Qingze, "Qingze, your aunt and cousin are just hot-tempered, with no ill will. Your parents passed away early, and it was your aunt who raised you. These past years, she supported you through your studies and marriage, treating you no different from her own children!"

There it was again, the shameless audacity! If the person in front of her weren’t her elder and the second elder of the original host, Mo Yan truly wanted to slap the words "shameless" across his face!

Mo Yan clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and forcefully suppressed the urge. Since he had no shame, why should she give any consideration to his family?

"Second Granduncle, I don’t understand what you’re saying. Originally, when my grandparents passed away, they left my dad a blue brick tiled house with five main rooms and two wings, ten acres of prime paddy fields, and more than eighty taels of silver!"

Here, Mo Yan deliberately paused, and sure enough, she heard gasps of surprise from all around.

The original owner’s grandfather, a scholar with considerable strategies, had managed to accumulate a fair amount of wealth in just a few years. If it were not for the grandparents’ illnesses consuming most of it, there might have been even more! Such wealth was considered abundant for peasant families who hardly saw a few taels of silver throughout the year.

Glimpsing Old Man Mo’s dark face from the corner of her eye, Mo Yan let out a cold snort and continued before he could argue:

"My grandparents entrusted my father to the care of my second granduncle. Five acres of paddy field and forty taels of silver were in acknowledgment of your care for my father. The remaining land and silver were meant for my father’s scholarly pursuits and living expenses. As for the house, it was reserved for when my father married. Back then, the issue was even officiated by the clan leader, who made a contract witnessed by several clan elders—many people know about this!"

As soon as she finished, the murmuring in the crowd grew louder. Forty taels of silver, plus five acres of paddy fields—most peasant families couldn’t earn that in a lifetime, and this was given just to take care of a nephew. The shameless words the old man had just uttered—didn’t they feel guilty? Wasn’t this the very definition of biting the hand that feeds you and then playing the victim?!

Old Man Mo’s face turned the color of a pig’s liver as he realized that this place was not Mo Family Village, and these villagers were not his related clan members—his usual tactics were useless!

"So what? Without our protection, do you think your father, as a five-year-old boy, could have held onto those assets? A bunch of ingrates, treating their benefactors like this, you’re not afraid of being struck by lightning!"

Before Old Man Mo could offer an explanation, Mrs. Hong jumped out, cursing at the Mo Family members and indirectly acknowledging these facts, infuriating Old Man Mo to the point where he wished he could slap this trouble-making old woman twice.

Mo Yan had been worried that Old Man Mo would deny everything, and she was thinking of ways to counter. Little did she expect Mrs. Hong to deliver a masterstroke that confirmed everything!

Is this what they call ’an own goal’?

At this moment, Mo Yan found Mrs. Hong surprisingly pleasant to look at. Ignoring her curses, Mo Yan turned to Old Man Mo with a smile reflected in her icy eyes, delivering the final blow:

"But second granduncle, how come I heard that more than ten years ago, the names written on those land deeds and house deeds were yours?"