Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 53 Farce (2)_1

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 Farce (2)_1

Old Man Mo was knocked over before he could get out of the way, hitting the back of his head on the cold, hard ground. Waves of dizziness washed through his brain, and before he could regain his senses, Mrs. Hong plopped her plump body onto him, nearly suffocating him.

"You old, useless thing, daring to raise your hand against me! I’ll let you have it, let you have it!"

Mrs. Hong, her eyes red from a slap, scratched at Old Man Mo’s face with her good left hand, quickly drawing blood.

Old Man Mo, small and thin, was pinned down by Mrs. Hong and couldn’t resist. He shoved at her as he shouted at his stunned son and daughter-in-law, "Don’t just stand there, come and help!"

Mrs. Niu and the others snapped out of their stupor and rushed over, frantically pulling at Mrs. Hong. Once Old Man Mo was free, he struck Mrs. Hong hard across the face again. She refused to submit and with a loud wail pounced on him once more, beating him with a flurry of punches and kicks.

Outside, Mo Wu, the eldest daughter-in-law, watched indifferently as she comforted her three-year-old son. Thinking of her little daughter who had been sold by Mrs. Hong, a deep hatred flashed in her eyes, and she had no intention of intervening in the fight.

...

Meanwhile, Mo Yan and Mo Qingze, who were discussing clearing land to plant vegetables by lamplight, were oblivious to the chaos unfolding at Lao Mo’s House.

Mo Qingze, intrigued by the sketches Mo Yan had drawn, listened to his daughter explain what "greenhouse vegetables" meant. He then pointed at the crisscrossed lines on the sketch and asked, "Does this mean dividing that twenty acres of land into sections?"

Mo Yan put down her pen and shook her head, "These lines represent water channels. Eventually we can pump water from the river to irrigate the fields easily."

Mo Qingze was convinced as soon as he heard this, nodding continuously as he held the sketch, showing confidence in the idea of greenhouse vegetables his daughter had presented, without questioning why the vegetables in the yard flourished without greenhouses and why there was a need to build them in the fields.

Mo Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; she was indeed afraid her father would ask about the vegetables in the yard. Since the "Space" upgraded again, and with it the "Spiritual Spring," she hadn’t bathed in the spring. Instead, she directed the "Spirit Spring Water" to the well to be used by the family to improve their health. The water used for bathing and washing vegetables was poured into the vegetable garden, and with the nourishment of "Spiritual Energy," the vegetables remained green and lush despite the cold frost.

There was no real need for greenhouses on that wasteland, but she didn’t want to attract attention, hence the idea of building them as a front. She had also figured out what materials to use for construction—bamboo harvested from the mountain, with oilcloth as a substitute for modern plastic film.

Oilcloth was waterproof, but its transparency and insulation were inferior. To avoid drawing attention, she planned to build a clay stove in each greenhouse for heating. This would serve as a reference for anyone in the village who wanted to grow greenhouse vegetables in the future.

Mo Qingze wasn’t skilled in farming, but being raised in the countryside, he had many useful suggestions for improvement, which pleasantly surprised Mo Yan.

"Yanyan, you’ll be fourteen next year, a grown girl. It’s not appropriate for you to be so exposed anymore. Let dad handle the greenhouse vegetables. If there’s anything unclear, I’ll come back and ask you. Does that sound good?"

Looking at his daughter, who was more and more taking on a young woman’s form and beauty, Mo Qingze was genuinely concerned for her well-being.

Mo Yan, suddenly realizing the passage of time, remembered she had almost spent half a year in this world and was soon to turn fourteen. In her previous life, she was just a middle school student, but in an era where one could marry and have children by fifteen, she indeed counted as a grown girl.

With this in mind, she smiled and agreed readily, "Dad, then I’ll leave it to you!"

Although she retained the memories from her past life and the modern woman’s spirit of independence and self-reliance continued to influence her, in the strictly traditional ancient times, being too unconventional could be harmful. Besides, these norms must have some reason for existing. While it felt exhilarating to read about powerful and versatile female protagonists in novels, she lived in the real world and simply wanted to lead a small life with her family, using "Space" to do good deeds and accumulate merit.

Mo Qingze patted her head with a face full of tenderness, "Being polite with dad? You’re such a silly child!"

Mo Yan closed her eyes slightly, savoring the affection. This gentle father overlapped more and more with her "dad" from her past life...