Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 71 Mo Niu’s Beating (1)_1

The original owner had lived with Old Man Mo’s family for many years, so how could she not know what kind of characters Mo Yonglu and Mo Yongshou, the two brothers, were?

Mo Yonglu had a lot of strength, which was intimidating when he played tough, but he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed; Mo Yongshou had some schooling, was cleverer, but had no experience in trade, and his ability to do accounts was pretty poor, no match for the likes of the experienced Lin Da and others.

Sure enough, faced with a simple calculation question like "One pound of cabbage costs Fifteen Wen, spinach Eighteen Wen, tomatoes Twenty Wen, each weighing two pounds, how much Wen Money in total?", Mo Yonglu was stumped, conveniently silencing Old Man Mo, Mo Hong’s family, and others.

Mo Yongshou was slightly better, but only just, the fourth question, which was a bit more complex, stumped him as well, and the answers to the following four questions were not just slower than Lin Da and others, but he didn’t even provide the correct results.

This was even without Mo Yan deliberately making the questions difficult for them!

"Grandfather, Grandmother, as you can see, it’s not that Yanyan is shirking, it’s just that it really won’t do to let the two uncles handle the accounts!"

Mo Yan spread her hands with a helpless expression.

Old Man Mo was embarrassed again, choking back frustration with nowhere to vent, and could only chuckle awkwardly, "It’s your uncles who are useless, not your fault, not your fault!"

Brazen as Mo Hong’s family was, she also couldn’t come up with words of complaint, just pulled a long face as if someone owed her hundreds of Big Money.

Mo Niu’s eyes darted around, and she mumbled discontentedly, "If my man can’t handle the accounts, surely selling vegetables should be fine!"

Her words suddenly reminded Mo Hong’s family, and this time she didn’t insist on her son handling the accounts, instead commanding Mo Yan directly, "Right, let your uncles sell vegetables, and your Count uncle do the deliveries."

Mo Yan’s previously smiling face slowly darkened, and she stared emotionlessly at Mo Hong and her daughter-in-law until they felt a chill before saying, "My family doesn’t lack people to sell vegetables, nor can we afford someone who asks for Five Ounces of Silver a month to sell them."

The sudden change in Mo Yan’s demeanor intimidated the aggressive Mo Hong, who didn’t dare to be brazen or act tough, and could only offer a conciliatory smile, "Yan girl, our home’s truly so poor that we’re almost unable to keep the pot boiling. You like San Ni and Shitou, don’t you? Take pity on them and let your uncles help sell vegetables, the wages can be as you deem fit, whatever you think is fair!"

As she spoke, she quickly grabbed San Ni and Shitou from Mo Wu’s embrace, "Look, look, these two kids managed to put on some weight at your place, and just a few days after returning, they’ve become this skinny again, it’s really because we’re poor!"

While saying this, Mo Hong even wiped the corners of her eyes where there were no tears.

Mo Yan disdained her use of children as a pretext for sympathy, yet she genuinely cared for San Ni and Shitou. She pinched the little ones’ cheeks, which indeed had grown thinner, and upon noticing that the clothes they were wearing weren’t the cotton garments she had made, she couldn’t help asking, "Why aren’t you wearing the new cotton clothes Sister Yan made for you?"

San Ni’s gaze flickered and she didn’t answer, instead unintentionally glancing towards Goudan who was still eating pastries.

"Sister Yan, Second Auntie said that San Ni and Shitou should give way to their younger brother, because they’re older. So Second Auntie took the cotton clothes to give to Third Brother and Hutou."

Shitou’s voice was clear and tender, but the words he spoke made the atmosphere in the room quite awkward.

At that moment, Mo Yan’s rage fully ignited, her gaze turning towards Goudan, who was covered in pastry crumbs. Indeed, through the collar of his clothes, she saw a familiar piece of pink, and noticed a corner of green-blue cloth peeking from beneath the clothes worn by Hutou, who Mrs. Niu was holding.

Meeting her stern gaze, Mrs. Niu took two steps back while clutching her youngest child, yet asserted arrogantly, "Older children should make way for the younger ones. San Ni and Shitou are older than Goudan and his brother, so what’s wrong with giving the cotton clothes to them?"