Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 545: Hidden Killing Intent (4)_1

Chapter 545: Chapter 545: Hidden Killing Intent (4)_1

Old Ding’s joy also infected Mo Yan, who invited him to sit down. She smiled and said, "The person who gave me the rice seeds initially only said they were a new variety, which could save quite a few seeds; I didn’t expect the yield would be so high! About this matter, I hope Old man Ding won’t speak of it, and please also remind those villagers who helped out, lest someone becomes jealous and harms the rice."

It wasn’t that she was overly cautious, but in this era, the idea of rice yielding a thousand catties per mu was simply too incredible. If word got out, it would undoubtedly cause a great commotion, and as the owner of the high-yield rice, she would naturally become a target of others’ attention.

Although she had Yan Junyu as a backer, who would make ordinary people think twice before coveting the high-yield rice, the signboard of Young Master Yan didn’t have much deterrent effect on certain people in the Imperial Family. If someone wanted to interfere, he wouldn’t be able to stop them.

"Little boss, rest assured, I have already instructed those villagers, and they won’t talk," Old Ding didn’t ask anything and readily agreed.

Although he was just a simple farmer with not much exposure to the world, he could guess some of the potential dangers involved. In a town, he used to belong to before fleeing, there was an individual who made a delicious sauce; someone coveted the recipe for that sauce.

The person who made the sauce planned to finance a sauce workshop on his own, but as soon as the workshop was built, it caught fire, and a family of six burned to death inside the factory. It was a tragic loss!

Just a secret recipe for sauce could bring disaster on a good family, leading to the loss of home and lives, not to mention rice yielding a thousand catties per mu. The Mo Family were all kind people. Who in the village had not received the Mo Family’s favors? Old Ding’s family, if not for the Mo Family’s food and cotton fabric two winters ago, could very well have starved or frozen to death.

Mo Yan did not know what Old Ding was thinking at the time; she was just grateful she had found the right person. After pondering for a moment, she discreetly took a money bag containing fifty taels of silver from the Space and handed it to Old Ding, "Old man Ding, in a while, when the rice is ready to be harvested, once the rice is stored away, you can divide this fifty taels of silver as wages among everyone!"

Old Ding stared at the heavy money bag in his hands, and when he heard it contained fifty taels of silver, he was so startled that he almost dropped the bag. Hastily, he tried to push the money bag back to Mo Yan, adamantly refusing to accept it, "Little boss, no, no, that’s not necessary. So much silver... I can’t take it, I just can’t!"

Mo Yan explained with a smile, "In addition to wages, this fifty taels of silver also includes a red envelope I’m giving to everyone. If it weren’t for your diligent care, Old man Ding, the rice wouldn’t have grown so well. This is what you all deserve. And next year, for those rice fields, we will still need you to trouble yourselves!"

There were more than a hundred mu of paddy fields that needed periodic weeding and irrigation; sometimes, when there were pests, they even had to catch them under the scorching sun. Although the wages were generous, they were still earned through labor. Fifty taels of silver were indeed a minuscule amount compared to the value produced by those rice crops. Giving a bit more was also to ensure that those people wouldn’t talk before the harvest.

Old Ding resisted for a bit, but when he understood Mo Yan’s intentions, he finally accepted it. When he got home with the hefty money bag, he quickly called together the forty to fifty villagers who regularly worked as helpers, emphatically warning them to keep the matter secret and saying that as long as the rice was safely stored, each person would receive one or two pieces of silver as wages.

Upon hearing this, those villagers excitedly rubbed their hands together. Just enduring ten to fifteen days of hard work for one or two pieces of silver? That was one or two pieces of silver! If they went to the city to do manual labor, it would take a month and a half, or even two months, to earn that amount!

Setting aside the villagers’ happiness, Mo Yan had dinner, took the three beasts back to her room, closed the door, and entered the Space. As usual, she went to check on the Black Lingzhi and the two Old Ginseng by the Spiritual Spring.