Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 526 Orchard Harvest (1)_1

Chapter 526: Chapter 526 Orchard Harvest (1)_1

The ancestral hall was built on an open space to the south of the village, chosen only after a Feng Shui master had inspected the site, at MoFang’s suggestion. Mo Yan spent two taels of silver to purchase this plot of land, which was about an acre and a half in size.

The hall’s size did not need to be large, usually consisting of a main hall for the enshrinement of ancestral tablets, enveloped by an outer courtyard would suffice, and this would generally cost no more than thirty taels. Nevertheless, Mo Yan still allocated two hundred taels of silver, planning to construct a central hall, two wing halls, and alongside each, two rows of houses with three rooms per row, totaling six large rooms.

"Most of the houses in the village are thatched and come winter, when fierce winds blow and snow keeps falling, there’s the danger of houses collapsing! These rooms will remain empty normally, but if someone’s house becomes uninhabitable, they can temporarily move in here."

Mo Yan calmly explained herself to the puzzled MoFang and other clan members.

Since they were building the ancestral hall, it was important to do it right. Keeping those rows of rooms as a contingency was better than having people turn to her home for shelter should their houses actually collapse in the future, not to mention, the extra few dozen taels of silver spent were the least of her concerns.

"Yan girl, I, on behalf of the Mo Clan, thank you," MoFang said, unaware of Mo Yan’s true intentions. Hearing her words, he took it as her being wholeheartedly considerate of the clan and was immensely grateful.

As the Clan Leader, his thoughts went further. Even if the clan did not need those rooms, they could lend them to others in the village. In doing so, wouldn’t that elevate the Mo Clan’s status in Liu Yang Village?

That very night, MoFang called together all the clan members, except those from the Mo Family, including a few from Lao Mo’s House, and relayed to them what Mo Yan had said during the day.

Seeing several individuals with shifty expressions and wandering eyes, MoFang’s face darkened as he sternly warned, "Liu Yang Village is large, but our Mo Clan amounts to less than ten households, with fewer than sixty people in total, virtually isolated and vulnerable! For this reason, from now on, we must stick together even tighter, so that outsiders can’t bully us! I do not wish to see any internal strife among us, nor the coveting of Qingze’s Family’s good days, leading to actions that damage the clan. Otherwise, do not blame me, the Clan Leader, for not showing mercy and dealing with the offender severely according to clan rules!"

The few who had harbored their own schemes became frightened by MoFang’s warning glare and quickly discarded their crooked thoughts, yet simultaneously, their eyes inadvertently drifted towards Old Man Mo and his kin.

They certainly hadn’t forgotten that back in the days at Mo Family Village, it was this very family who had schemed against the Mo Family most ruthlessly.

Aware of these unusual gazes, Old Man Mo’s face turned extremely unpleasant, but there was nothing he could do except pretend not to notice, left without a word to defend himself.

MoFang also looked at those from Lao Mo’s House, and upon seeing their expressionless faces, he almost imperceptibly shook his head. People, truly, should not be too absolute in their actions, lest the day of retribution arrive!

It wasn’t long before the events of that night reached Mo Yan’s ears. She smiled, and went back to calculating the costs of purchasing materials for the winery.

By the time the ancestral hall was completed and the newly made ancestral tablets had been placed inside, it was already mid-July.

By then, the weather had gradually cooled, and even if the Indian Summer persisted, it could not dampen Mo Yan’s mood.

"Yan girl, these pears are big and juicy, much tastier than what Aunt Tong has had in the past. It seems the Feng Shui here is excellent; the same species of tree, yet the fruit it bears is incomparable," Aunt Tong said with a chuckle as she savored a pear, her wrinkled face appearing all the more amiable.

Mo Yan casually plucked a pear larger than her fist, wiped it with a cloth, and bit into it, finding it refreshingly juicy and sweet, its flavor not inferior to even the best new varieties bred in her previous life.

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