Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 690 Xiao Ruiyuan’s Little Calculations (3)_1

Chapter 690: Chapter 690 Xiao Ruiyuan’s Little Calculations (3)_1

Mo Qingze looked at Yang Bao with puzzlement. Shouldn’t such matters be discussed privately within the family? The village chief was certainly overstepping!

Yang Bao’s face showed an awkward expression as he rubbed his hands uneasily and finally clenched his teeth as he said, "If Mr. Mo plans to host a celebration, I hope Mr. Mo would invite a few village heads from nearby villages!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Qingze thought Yang Bao was trying to use the occasion to flaunt Liu Yang Village’s prestige, so he shook his head and said, "Yanyan’s being conferred the title of County Lord is a vast display of Imperial grace, and I, as her father, am both joyful and proud! However, the village head also knows well that my Mo Family has a modest foundation; suddenly receiving such a grand title could easily attract envy. At the moment, it really isn’t suitable to draw attention, so..."

Yang Bao hadn’t thought of that and, after hearing Mo Qingze’s words, inwardly called himself careless and guiltily said, "I didn’t take these matters into consideration. I hope Mr. Mo won’t take it to heart."

Mo Qingze smiled warmly, "The village head should not mind! Once this period passes, my family will invite our close friends over to celebrate. If the village head has time, you must come over for a drink then. As for the other village heads... if they wish to come over to offer congratulations, my Mo Family welcomes them wholeheartedly!"

What a turn of events this was; Yang Bao’s eyes lit up as he repeatedly agreed, "Good, good! I’ll definitely attend the banquet. At that time, I also ask for Mr. Mo’s advice, as it’s all for the good of our village."

Ask for advice? Mo Qingze was puzzled, wondering what advice he could possibly offer in the presence of other village heads to benefit Liu Yang Village?

Yang Bao himself smiled happily, oblivious to the confusion on Mo Qingze’s face.

The bustle at the Mo Family’s house continued until the afternoon, and it wasn’t until the sunlight had moved to the center of the main hall that everyone realized much time had passed.

With their bellies full of various delicious fruits and pastries, none felt hungry. However, if they stayed any longer, it would become bothersome, so they began to take their leave.

In the end, each person who walked out of the Mo Family’s house held a bag of pastries wrapped in oil paper, leaving with great joy and satisfaction.

No matter how much the second Imperial Edict distressed Mo Yan, it was still a great occasion in the eyes of others, and showing some courtesy was proper. Since there were no sweets at home, pastries had to suffice as a substitute.

After seeing off the last villager who had come to offer congratulations, Mo Yan quickly closed the yard gate and, leaning against it, let out a long sigh of relief. Entertaining those enthusiastic villagers was truly an exhausting and mind-draining task.

When Mo Yan returned to the main hall and saw the two men sitting opposite each other, chatting and laughing comfortably, her brow involuntarily furrowed—a sense that something was amiss with the scene before her.

Xiao Ruiyuan had indeed visited before, and although her father had also been warm, it was a courtesy born out of gratitude, naturally carrying a sense of sincerity.

At the moment, she felt there was something additional between the two men—it was as if two people, originally not well-acquainted, suddenly found a common topic, pierced through the barrier, and became close!

The two men, one middle-aged with extensive knowledge and a gentle disposition, the other in the prime of his life yet with extraordinary experience and a reserved nature... such different characters, yet they could chat together. Was this what they called complementing each other?

If things continued this way, they would not take long to become good friends. This was supposed to be a good development, but why did Mo Yan feel that something was just not quite right?

"Yanyan, what are you dawdling for? Come here quickly and pay your respects to Sir Xiao," Mo Qingze, unaware of his daughter’s internal struggle with his relationship with the man he called Sir Xiao, saw her standing at the doorway lost in thought and couldn’t help raising his voice to her.