Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 57 Mo Wu_1

Mo Yan tossed the wild mountain goat into the Space, and as she was about to reach the foot of the mountain, she took it out and hid it in a concealed spot before finding Lin Yong, who was nearby chopping trees, to ask him to help carry the goat down the mountain.

Proving himself a skilled helper, Lin Yong carried the two hundred pound wild mountain goat as if he were carrying a sack of cotton, without any sign of effort. As they walked, he said to Mo Yan, "Judging by the marks, this goat was clearly killed by a wolf. I wonder why it wasn’t eaten."

The wound was still bleeding, indicating that the death was recent, yet he had been chopping trees nearby and hadn’t heard a sound, which was truly strange.

Even though she knew he would not understand the circumstances, Mo Yan still felt guilty, "Perhaps the wolf killed more than just one goat!"

Lin Yong thought about it and felt that it was possible, and he couldn’t help but laugh, "Miss Mo is really lucky, these days the mountains are bustling with people, and yet you found something big the moment you arrived."

As he spoke, he reminded her seriously, "These wolves are venturing to the outer edges of the forest. From now on, Miss Mo should try not to go into the mountains alone."

Mo Yan knew he meant well and promptly agreed. After the fight she had just experienced, she really had no plans to go back into the mountains for a while.

They encountered many villagers along the way, and the wild mountain goat was so large it naturally caught their attention. Learning that Mo Yan had found it on the mountain, they all envied her luck. But as much as they envied her, with countless predators in the mountain woods at this time of year, they did not dare to venture into the mountains to try their luck.

Mo Qingze had been searching for his daughter, and it wasn’t until Mo Yan returned with Lin Yong that he found out his daughter had sneaked off to the mountains secretly. If it weren’t for the fact that they were in public and he needed to save face for his daughter, he would have liked to lift her up and take her home to properly scold her behind closed doors.

Seeing her father with a stern face, Mo Yan felt extremely guilty. Although he was certainly a civilized man and not prone to domestic violence, his ability to nag was truly headache-inducing.

The wild mountain goat was too large, and there was no one at home who knew how to deal with it, so Mo Yan thought of processing it right there and taking the meat back home.

Fortunately, Lin Yong had previously been a hunter in his hometown and had knowledge in handling game, so he found a couple of helpers, hung the goat from a tree, and starting from its mouth, quickly skinned off a complete piece of hide. Then, using a sharp knife, he gutted the animal, removed the edible organs such as the heart, liver, and intestines, cleaned them, and hung them from a tree with a cloth strip to dry in the wind.

After cleaning, the goat meat weighed about one hundred and twenty pounds. Mo Yan asked Lin Yong to cut it in half, with one half to be kept for the helpers at home.

"Little boss, we’re already taking advantage of you, how could we take this meat as well? If you can’t finish it, you can sell it to a restaurant. In the heart of winter, it’s the perfect time for hotpot, and wild game is even more coveted and sure to sell well,"

The speaker was Zhang Erniu, who had long been working for the Mo Family. He looked with distress at the rich meat, which was worth more than ten taels of silver. How could the little boss just give it away? It’s far too lavish!

Mo Yan remembered him and seeing his expression now, and hearing what seemed to be sincere words, her impression of him improved even more.

"It’s fine, it was just picked up after all. You all have been working hard these days, this little thing is nothing."

Mo Qingze also joked, "If selling it to the restaurant could get us a hundred and eighty taels, I really wouldn’t want to part with it." The family didn’t lack for that small amount of money now, and these helpers were honest, giving it to them was really no big deal.

Zhang Erniu, upon hearing this, began to feel even more that the little boss was generous, and found himself unable to make any further refusals.

Lin Yong, with knife in hand, meticulously portioned the meat, knowing full well the kindness of the Mo Family that no one in the Lin Clan was more aware of. The family’s houses had just been finished two days before, and everyone, young and old, had moved back from the refugee camp. With the cotton and food provided by the Mo Family, they no longer suffered from hunger and the cold, and their lives were better than the impoverished days back in Lin Jiaao.

These past few days, he and the people of his clan had been busy chopping trees, preparing wood for the Mo Family to build houses next year. Although the work wasn’t easy, no one complained, for the kindness bestowed upon the Lin Clan by the Mo Family couldn’t be repaid by just that one incident.

Mo Yan had Lin Yong cut their half of the mutton into strips so that, once brought home and cured with salt, they could be hung under the eaves to air-dry into mutton cured meat, which was also very nice.

Turning her head and seeing her father on the verge of speaking, Mo Yan quickly guessed his thoughts and picked out the best leg of mutton from the pile of meat to give to him, "Dad, take this to Second Grandpa’s house."

"Ah!"

Facing his daughter’s piercing gaze that seemed to see through everything, Mo Qingze didn’t know what to say, but the smile on his face couldn’t be concealed. He took the piece of meat, weighing seven or eight jin, and carried it to Lao Mo’s House at the end of the village.

Watching her father’s retreating figure, Mo Yan clenched her teeth. She wasn’t as generous toward that family of scoundrels as she seemed. If possible, she would have rather fed the meat to stray dogs than to cheapen herself by giving it to them.

But she had still underestimated the depths of that family’s depravity. It wasn’t long before Mo Qingze returned empty-handed, his complexion looking rather poor. Looking at Mo Yan, he was silent for a while before he said, "From now on, unless it’s something important, there’s no need to disturb the peace of your Second Grandpa’s house."

Without guessing, Mo Yan knew that her father must have been humiliated by those scoundrels. She felt so annoyed that she regretted giving them the large piece of mutton, which was truly worse than feeding it to dogs.

Seeing his daughter’s expression, Mo Qingze sighed helplessly. Thinking of the abuse from his second sister-in-law and the mocking taunts from his cousin and his wife, not to mention the dissatisfaction from his third and fourth cousins even after receiving the mutton, he felt an impulse not to set foot in that house again. From now on, he would really have to distance himself from his uncle’s family.

By the time they finished processing the mutton, it was already noon and too late to go home for a meal. So, the father and daughter didn’t return home but instead ate with the villagers who were working, sharing a communal meal.

The two women who cooked were skilled, serving rice made with dried sweet potatoes that hadn’t stuck together, and the mutton stewed with radish was very tender and delicious. Just the smell was appetizing, making the passing villagers swallow their saliva with envy for the workers.

More than forty people sat together to eat, which was especially enjoyable. Mo Yan’s appetite was particularly good; not only did she drink two bowls of the piping hot mutton soup, but she also devoured a small bowl of the sweet potato rice. Feeling slightly overfull, she had to get up and walk outside to aid digestion, and during this stroll, she ran into an acquaintance.

Seeing Mo Wu’s slightly flushed, uncomfortable face, Mo Yan unusually did not treat her with the cold indifference she showed to the other members of Lao Mo’s House.

"Aunt Wu, is there something you need?"

Of all the people in Lao Mo’s House, the only one who had ever given the original owner a sense of warmth was the aunt standing before her. In the past, when the three siblings were treated harshly by Mrs. Hong and did not have enough to eat or wear, it was Mo Wu who frequently secretly gave them steamed cornbread and sweet potatoes, saving them from what she would have eaten herself. The original owner was grateful to her, and Mo Yan also had a favorable impression of this kind woman. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

As soon as the question was asked, Mo Wu’s eyes reddened, and she began to cry, "Yan, Yan girl, originally, your Aunt Wu shouldn’t be troubling you, but I really have, really have no other option, sob sob—"