Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 51 Reclaiming Land for Farming (2)_1

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Reclaiming Land for Farming (2)_1

Fortunately, by that time, Yanyan was already capable of taking care of her younger brother and sister, allowing him to continue earning Silver Coin at the town clinic with peace of mind. Life was not bad for the family as it was, yet he had grossly underestimated his second sister-in-law’s greed. To his dismay, she secretly took away most of the grain he brought home each time, leaving just enough for the three children not to starve to death...

Mo Qingze felt a chill throughout his body as he thought about his second sister-in-law’s actions over the years, along with his second uncle’s tacit endorsement, and the scenes that had unfolded that afternoon. He closed his eyes in agony, and his hands hidden in his sleeves trembled uncontrollably, as if only by doing so could he prove that all this was not his imagination.

Suddenly, the warmth on his left hand caused Mo Qingze to snap his eyes open. His eldest daughter, who only came up to his chest, was watching him quietly, her large, bright eyes filled with concern and understanding.

"Dad, you still have us, the three siblings. We will always be a family!"

The pervasive sorrow in that moment was too much for Mo Yan to bear. She knew her father was sentimental, or else he wouldn’t have tolerated that despicable family for so many years, and after that woman left, he refused to remarry, out of fear that the three siblings would be mistreated by a stepmother.

She held her father’s hand tightly, already making a decision in her heart. No matter how her father treated that despicable family in the future, she would not blame him.

Mo Qingze blinked away the moisture in his eyes, not wanting his daughter to see, and raised his hand to stroke her head. A look of relief spread across his face, and his voice held an indescribable lightness, "Dad’s fine. From now on, having you kids is enough for me!"

Mo Yan’s eyes brightened. Could it be that Dad would no longer care about that despicable family?

"Yanyan, Dad has realized that, after all, our family and your granduncle’s family are separate. From now on, let’s just follow the proper etiquette among relatives. If we encounter what happened this afternoon again, Dad—won’t compromise!"

Looking at her daughter’s hopeful eyes, Mo Qingze felt both heartache and guilt. He hadn’t been a good father before, preoccupied with his own feelings and neglecting his children. His leniency had caused the three siblings to suffer greatly. Even if he truly owed his second uncle’s family, after all these years, his debt should have been repaid. Apart from his children, he owed nothing to anyone. Now that he’d finally had a few happy days, how could he let someone ruin them?

Seeing the determination in her father’s eyes, and no hint of reluctance on his face, Mo Yan believed that her father would finally begin to slowly extricate himself from Old Man Mo’s family’s mire. Since her father had made his decision, it was time she took a stand as well.

"Dad, rest assured, we won’t skimp on the proper etiquette during the holidays. As long as they don’t cause trouble for our family again, your daughter won’t make them lose face," she said.

But with Mrs. Hong’s greed and Old Man Mo posing as a fake saint father, she felt that life in Liu Yang Village was bound to be eventful in the future—without face-slapping, it just wouldn’t be possible!

Mo Qingze, unaware of his daughter’s thoughts, smiled even more broadly: "Dad trusts you!"

"..."

Yanyan felt a sense of comfort in being trusted by two people in one day.

After this conversation, any estrangement between father and daughter had been thoroughly dispelled!

"By the way, Dad, there’s something I want to discuss with you!"

As she thought about what she had mulled over all afternoon, Yanyan’s eyes sparkled, swiftly sharing her idea.

"Growing vegetables?" Mo Qingze looked worried and extended his right hand to touch his daughter’s forehead. "You’re not feverish, so why are you speaking nonsense?"

Yanyan brushed away his hand with a head full of black lines, poutingly protested, "Dad, I’m serious! It’s a pity for the fallow land to be left unused, it would be better to grow vegetables—it could even bring in some extra income for our family in the winter!"

Mo Qingze shook his head, amused: "You silly child, it’s so cold in winter, how can vegetables possibly grow?"

Yanyan looked at her father as if he were an idiot, really wanting to roll her eyes. She pointed speechlessly at the small, vibrant vegetable patch in the courtyard: "Who says you can’t grow vegetables in the winter? Look at the bok choy, celery, and onions and garlic—they’re all doing well, aren’t they?"

Mo Qingze had felt something amiss at home, and now, following the direction of her pointing finger, he finally understood why. He gaped at his daughter, speechless for a long time...