The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Seeing his master's expression of curiosity about the baby, Guanyu held his forehead and couldn't bear to look at it, but in the end he couldn't bear to say anything.

Mo Yan couldn't hold it back anymore, glanced at Jun Yu with contempt, and said expressionlessly: "That's not grass, that's the high-yielding rice that the young master asked about before!"

Yan Junyu:......

He is not a farmer and does not know that rice grows on ears of rice that look like grass. He is innocent, okay?

Although I felt a little upset after being looked down upon by others, it was nothing to worry about in the face of high-yielding rice that produced thousands of kilograms per mu. Yan Junyu looked around the pile of rice ears with interest, and then carefully asked the villagers who picked the rice ears. When he learned that these rice ears were three times longer than ordinary rice ears, the estimated yield per mu would not be less than 1,000. When he weighed 1,000 jins, he felt as if he was stepping on the clouds, and his mind was completely occupied by the words "one thousand jins per mu".

"Haha, the yield per mu is a thousand catties! The yield per mu is a thousand catties! It turns out that there really is a rice yield of a thousand catties per mu!" Yan Junyu couldn't help laughing loudly. His high-spirited appearance also easily infected Mo Yan and Guan Yu. They were too Now we understand what it means to have high-yield rice with a yield of 1,000 kilograms per mu.

After the excitement, Yan Junyu quickly calmed down. He looked at Mo Yan and spoke in an unprecedentedly solemn tone: "Are you really going to hand over this great contribution to me? If this matter is done in your name, the Holy Spirit will surely There is a big possibility of a heavy reward, including titles and titles for your father and brothers. You have to think about it carefully!" For the first time, he did not use the title "Master" to refer to himself.

Mo Yan smiled calmly: "If it weren't for Young Master, high-yielding rice might not have a chance to appear in the world! Therefore, this credit belongs to you, Young Master."

If she hadn't met the person in front of her, or if he valued profit over justice, she wouldn't have dared to plant space rice so easily. She couldn't tell the origin of the rice. Now that he is in charge, even if someone pays attention to her, it will only be because of Yan Junyu, and there will be no trouble that she may not be able to handle.

When Yan Junyu heard this, he didn't know whether he should be relieved or regretful. He asked himself that he was not a gentleman. It was impossible for him not to be moved by this achievement that would surely leave his name in history. However, he is not so despicable as to plunder other people's achievements and make it his own. He asks this question because he does not want the woman in front of him who is so indifferent to make people feel bad to regret it!

However, he won't take this big advantage in vain! Taking a deep breath, Yan Junyu's narrow phoenix eyes flashed with determination: "In that case, you're welcome! If you regret it one day, you can tell me at any time, no matter what, I can't be with someone Women robbing things is too damaging to my image as a wise and powerful man!"

At the end of the sentence, this guy turned into the familiar carefree look, as if the serious person before was no longer him.

Mo Yan rolled her eyes at him angrily, but there was a deep smile in her eyes...

It took dozens of laborers to bundle and pick more than 100 acres of rice and it would take a day or two to transport all of it back. After it was brought back, it was spread out to dry in the dojo. When it was completely dry, oxen pulled stone rollers were used to crush the grains, which took another five or six days. After the grains are crushed, they have to be dried again, which takes about ten days. Adding them up, it will take at least half a month for the more than 100 acres of rice to be bagged and sealed.

Five days later, that is, after the Ghost Festival, Yan Junyu went to autumn hunting with Shengjia and would not come back for half a month. He made an agreement with Mo Yan to send someone to transport the rice twenty days later, that is, the first day of September. Go to town. Mo Yan doesn't need to worry about what happens next.

Before Yan Junyu returned to the city, Mo Yan made an excuse to give him a jar of wine. He closed the door and entered the space. He dug out the oldest ginseng tree from the ginseng field except the two nearly thousand-year-old ginseng plants and a large bottle of special effects. Panax notoginseng powder, and then filled a water bag full of Lingquan water, wrapped them all in a big bag, took a jar of wine, and handed it to Yan Junyu: "This is for your autumn hunting. If anything happens, these things can always come in handy."

As for the black Ganoderma that can really save lives, she plans to wait until they arrive at the paddock before asking Xiaohua to send some over. After all, fresh Black Ganoderma is the most effective!

Yan Junyu took a deep look at Mo Yan and said nothing. He just carried the baggage and carefully placed it on the carriage. Then he got on the carriage and left Mo's house without looking back.

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It's night, in the study room of Jingshan Villa.

The pale moon hangs in the sky. When the breeze moves, the moonlight shines through the window on Chu Heng's face, making his originally gentle face look a bit colder. His thin cheeks are now becoming more and more sunken. , there was an abnormal greenish color on his face, it was obvious that his illness had worsened a bit.

Xiao Ruiyuan looked at Chu Heng with his back turned expressionlessly, his eyes filled with helplessness and worry: "Your Highness, Qiu Lie is not worth your risk!"

He never expected that his cousin would invite him to participate in this autumn hunt. His body was not suitable for traveling long distances, even if the capital was only a short day's journey from the paddock.

Chu Heng did not look back. He slowly raised his hand in the shadow and placed it under the pale moonlight. The hand, which was already bloodless, looked increasingly pale and scary.

He clenched his fists, and a look of determination flashed across his face: "Hanzhang, I have made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore!"

I'll be alive in a few days. If I don't go, I won't be able to go again! If you miss this opportunity, you will no longer be able to kill your enemies and avenge your mother! Now the only thing that keeps him alive is revenge!

Chu Heng rarely called himself his master in front of Xiao Ruiyuan, and the subtle strangeness in his tone made Xiao Ruiyuan frown. He walked up to Chu Heng and did not miss the murderous look on his face that he had no time to conceal. His heart suddenly became cold, and even more There is too much but there is no power: "Your Highness, it's not worth it, you still have Hanzhang!"

Those people are not worth giving up your last hope, not worth taking risks, and not worth getting your hands dirty! Even if you are unable to kill your enemy at the last moment, I will avenge you and your aunt!

Chu Heng smiled slightly, but there was traces of sadness in his smile: "Hanzhang, I have let those people live happily for so many years, but my cousin can't bear it anymore! Before my cousin died, the only thing he wanted to do was to do it with his own hands. Avenge my mother and myself, otherwise, my cousin will not be able to rest in peace even if he dies!"

If possible, he would rather sit in that position and play with his enemies in the midst of applause, but he has no time!