Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 517: No Strategy Left Unturned (1)_1

Chapter 517: Chapter 517: No Strategy Left Unturned (1)_1

Upon learning that Mother and daughter of Mo Wu clan had been taken away by Mo Yan, Mo Hong’s family was so angry that she banged on basins and smashed bowls, sitting at the front door cursing everyone and everything throughout the entire afternoon.

Mo Yongxi was even more indignant, constantly cursing the mother and daughter of the Mo Wu clan, it was unclear whether this was out of anger, jealousy, or perhaps a mix of both. The other members of Lao Mo’s House harbored their own thoughts, silently saying nothing.

Only Mo Yonglu, who hadn’t gone into the city to work that day, couldn’t bear to listen anymore. Ignoring the sweltering midday heat, he shouldered a hoe and went off to the fields. Before leaving, he looked at Mo Yongfu, who was standing under the eaves in silent sulkiness, with a face full of disappointment, "I always thought that Big Brother was just a bit dull and not very worldly, but that you were good to your wife and children. It’s only now that I realize you’re not just dull—you don’t have a heart at all! You’ll regret this, one day, you’ll regret having driven Big Sister and Dani out of the house!"

After saying this, he gave his pale-faced elder brother a look of pity and walked away without turning back.

This family was no longer the family it used to be, or perhaps it always had been, and it was he who had failed to see through it all along. This family had rotted to the core, with no hope in sight. Maybe one day, this family wouldn’t even have room for him, or perhaps, he would leave on his own...

Mo Yongfu leaned on the wall as if he had been drained, slowly sliding to the ground, his eyes unfocused, staring into an unknown void. All of a sudden, a frail figure appeared in front of him, walking away with her back to him. He hastily reached out, wanting to pull her back, but the figure vanished abruptly, with only a gentle breeze passing through his fingertips, leaving no trace.

Mo Yongfu stared blankly at his hands, a look of intense pain flashing across his face as he seemed to remember something. He buried his head deeply into his knees, holding them tightly with both hands, his shoulders quaking violently with muffled sobs coming out little by little. But the woman who once saw him as everything, the woman he cast aside, would never be in front of him again, soothing him with her gentle words.

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"Yan girl, you could have just given us a room for my daughter and me to stay in, why go to the trouble of preparing so much?" Wu’s, looking at the room furnished with a table, chairs, a bed, and a cabinet, all arranged in simple elegance, was helpless yet grateful.

Mo Yan poured water for the mother and daughter, chiding, "When moving in, all these things were already in place. Now that Aunt Wu and Big Sister Dani have come to stay, should your niece move out instead?"

From the moment she was driven out of Lao Mo’s House, Mo Wu ceased using the Mo surname and became known as Wu’s. Mo Yan’s address for her also changed from the Count’s wife to Aunt Wu, yet she still referred to herself as a niece.

Upon hearing Mo Yan’s words, Wu’s was half convinced. Looking down at the round table in front of her and seeing the paint didn’t look freshly applied, she believed her and her smile became much more natural, "We mother and daughter have never lived in such a good room. We really are fortunate because of you, Yan girl! After some time when we build a house, I will also build a spacious brick house with a big courtyard, raise chickens and grow vegetables, nothing could be better."

Mo Yan paused, then understood the meaning behind her words, and said with a smile, "Of course you want to fix up your own place to live comfortably."

Owning a large house with many rooms and spacious grounds, even if dozens or hundreds of people lived there, there would still be room. If Aunt Wu and her daughter stayed there permanently, it wouldn’t be an issue. Now that Aunt Wu was planning to build her own house and did not wish to live with them indefinitely, she obviously had her own considerations. If Mo Yan insisted they stay, it would be ungracious.

Moreover, the snack stall had been in operation for nearly four months, and since it was the only place on the street to offer several unique dishes made with generous and delicious ingredients, business had been good. The monthly earnings were considerable, and even though later several others followed suit trying to imitate it, they didn’t have much of an impact.