Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 353: Sudden Heavy Snow Causes House Collapse, Seeking Shelter (4)_1

Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Sudden Heavy Snow Causes House Collapse, Seeking Shelter (4)_1

Mo Yan smiled politely for a few sentences, and among these forty-two people, she recognized two familiar faces. Weren’t they the couple, Mr. and Mrs. Wang Dali, who had come to cause trouble before and were now standing at the very back, shying away from looking at her?

Mo Yan certainly didn’t have a good impression of these two, and she had made it clear before that she did not welcome them to enter her home. However, since they also had families to support, with both elderly and young ones, it wouldn’t be right to send them away and risk them freezing to death. So, pretending she didn’t see, she allocated houses to each family and left them to arrange everything else themselves.

Mr. and Mrs. Wang Dali, who were burying their heads, saw that Mo Yan didn’t drive them away, exchanged relieved glances but still didn’t dare to look up.

The others were full of gratitude; they left the elderly and children behind while the young and able-bodied went back to salvage their belongings. Apart from essential items like beds and bedding, they also needed to bring over cooking utensils, planning to go to the mountains to cut wood and repair their houses when the weather cleared up before moving back.

Yang Bao called some people from the village to help them move, and when they learned the Mo Family had lent their houses to those whose homes had collapsed, they grew to respect the Mo Family even more for their genuine kindness.

After several trips back and forth, almost all belongings had been moved over, and the ten or so rooms were just enough. With the front and back yards separated by a distance, the new guests didn’t much disturb the Mo Family’s life. Seeing that there was nothing left for her to do, Mo Yan returned to the back and, holding the ears of the three animals, instructed them not to go to the front.

The heavy snow stopped for a day but began to fall again in the evening. Not only were the people in the front yard worried, but Mo Yan was also very anxious, silently praying that there wouldn’t be a snow disaster, as it could bring calamity to many people.

After finishing dinner, Maomao, who hadn’t been seen for almost two days, shivered as it flew back, covered in a thin layer of snow, with a letter from Xiao Ruiyuan to Mo Yan tied to its leg.

Mo Yan quickly gave it several pieces of fresh chicken meat and a small bowl of Spirit Spring Water. Only after it had eaten its fill, warmed up, and drunk did she, with some anticipation, open the letter pouch and took out the letter inside.

Fortunately, this time the letter was quite normal. Although it was very brief with only a few sentences, it didn’t repeat the same thing eighty-one times—it truly wasn’t easy!

The content of the letter was simple and clear. Besides expressing satisfaction with her reply, it hoped that she would write a letter every other day, not to worry about exhausting Maomao, and to feed it less meat to prevent it from getting too fat and slowing down its flying speed...

Mo Yan’s eye twitched as she locked the letter in a drawer, watching Maomao cleverly dodging Little Flower and Mao Tuan in the living room, and she silently lit a candle for it in her heart.

Dealing with such a demanding master, it truly had a hard life!

Given the brevity of the letter from that certain someone, Mo Yan didn’t have to rack her brains for a reply. She took out pen and ink and, aside from mentioning the heavy snowfall here, asked about the weather on his side and casually expressed her concerns about the difficulties of his journey. Altogether it was just five or six sentences, and she finished writing quickly.

Still feeling sorry for Maomao, she was reluctant to let it commute daily as an "Airborne bird," so she decided to send the letter tomorrow afternoon. This way, there was no need for the frequent bi-daily letters, and she commended herself on her own intelligence.

But who knew that Maomao would actually disagree? It kept circling over Mo Yan’s head, making urgent sounds, clearly urging her to hurry up and put the letter in the mail pouch for immediate delivery.

Mo Yan was speechless at its actions and, after repeatedly explaining to no avail, had to give in and put the letter in.

Under the eaves, watching the heavy snow outside, Maomao wiped away silent tears of hardship. If it dared delay, its master’s punishment would be more than just plucking feathers. Finally, with a sorrowful glance at Mo Yan, it bravely took off toward the distant North.

The snow continued for two more days before it finally cleared up and the sun came out. With the initial melting of ice and snow, the weather grew even colder. Apart from necessary trips to the outhouse, everyone stayed indoors, daring not to venture out, waiting until noon when the sun was intense. Only then did Mo Yan move a chair to sit in the corner and soak up the sun, taking out her needlework to pass the time embroidering a purse.

Restless from being cooped up at home, other people also brought their chairs over to sit next to her. Some read books, some embroidered, and Liyan was playing with Yun Sheng, solving the nine interlocking rings. The warm sunshine felt very cozy and sleep-inducing.

Just then, a girl about ten years old came over with a sieve basket, looking a little restrained but also hopeful as she said, "Sister Yanyan, this is exploded burned leaves that my mom made, she asked me to bring them over for you to try."

Upon seeing it, Mo Yan got up promptly and insisted on declining: "Your mother is too kind; such good food should be kept for yourselves. Please take it back quickly."

Upon hearing her refusal, the girl stamped her foot in a bit of an anxious manner: "Sister Yan, you’ve lent us your house, this is nothing much in return. You must accept it!"

Mo Yan kept shaking her head, resolute in her refusal.

Exploded Burned leaves are a kind of fried pastry made by mixing a suitable amount of salt, eggs, and scallions into flour, then adding water to form a dough. After rolling it out thicker than the dough for dumpling wrappers with a rolling pin, it is cut into palm-sized pieces and fried in very hot oil. Once fried and cooled, it is ready to be eaten.

This snack isn’t difficult to make, and the ingredients are simple. If made well, it can taste quite nice. To the Mo Family, such a snack was considered ordinary, but to those in the village who struggled to eat their fill year-round, both eggs and flour were precious, only to be used to make this treat for children during festivals and special occasions.

Now this girl had brought over a full basket, showing that her family genuinely wanted to reciprocate Mo Yan’s kindness in lending them shelter, but Mo Yan could not accept it.