The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor Chapter 353: Sudden Heavy Snowfall and Collapsed House (4)
Chapter 353: Sudden Heavy Snowfall and Collapsed House (4)
Mo Yan politely exchanged a few words and noticed two familiar faces among the forty-two people. Wasn't the couple standing at the back, avoiding eye contact with her, none other than Wang Dali and his wife, who had caused trouble before?
Mo Yan didn't have a good impression of these two. She had previously made it clear that she didn't welcome them inside her home. However, since they also had family members to care for, it wouldn't be right to drive them out and let them suffer in the cold. So, she pretended not to notice and allocated rooms to each family, leaving them to arrange the rest themselves.
Seeing that Mo Yan didn't drive them away, Wang Dali and his wife, who were burying their heads in shame, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to raise their heads.
The others expressed their gratitude again and left the elderly and children behind, while the young and strong ones went back to pack their things. Besides the necessary beds and bedding, they also brought pots, bowls, and other utensils. They planned to wait until the weather cleared up before going back up the mountain to cut wood and repair their houses.
Yang Bao called some people from the village to help them move their belongings. When these people learned that the Mo family was providing shelter for those whose houses had collapsed, they felt even more convinced that the Mo family was truly benevolent.
After several trips back and forth, almost all the belongings were moved over, and the more than ten rooms were barely enough. Since there was some distance between the front and back courtyards, the arrival of these people didn't affect the Mo family's daily life much. Seeing that everything was fine, Mo Yan returned to the back and reminded the three beasts not to go to the front.
After a day of heavy snow, it started snowing again in the evening. Not to mention the people in the front yard who were worried, even Mo Yan was anxious, silently praying that there wouldn't be a snow disaster, otherwise, many people would suffer.
After dinner, Mao Mao, who hadn't been seen for nearly two days, flew back trembling all over, with a thin layer of white snow on its body and a letter from Xiao Ruiyuan to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan quickly gave it several pieces of fresh chicken and a small bowl of Spirit Spring water. After it ate and drank enough to warm up, she opened the envelope with some anticipation and took out the letter inside.
Fortunately, this time the letter was very normal. Although it was very short, with only a few words, it didn't repeat itself over and over again. It was really not easy!
The content of the letter was also simple and clear. In addition to expressing satisfaction with her reply, he hoped that she could write a letter the next day without worrying about tiring Mao Mao to death. He also advised her to feed it less meat to avoid it becoming too fat and affecting its flying speed...
Mo Yan twitched at the corner of her eye and locked the letter in the drawer. Looking at Mao Mao playing with Xiao Hua and Mao Tuan in the hall, she silently lit a candle for it.
Encountering such a strict master, it was really tough for Mao Mao!
Since the letter was very short, Mo Yan didn't need to rack her brains to reply. She took out her pen and ink and quickly wrote about the heavy snow here, inquired about the weather there, and expressed her concern about the difficulties of traveling. Altogether, it was only five or six sentences, which were quickly written.
Mo Yan still felt sorry for Mao Mao and didn't want it to fly back and forth every day like an "airborne bird." So she decided to let it deliver the letter again tomorrow afternoon. This way, she wouldn't have to write letters so frequently every other day. She praised her own intelligence for this decision!
However, to her surprise, Mao Mao disagreed and kept circling above Mo Yan's head, making urgent noises, apparently urging her to quickly put the letter in the mailbox so it could be sent off immediately.
Mo Yan was speechless at its actions. After explaining several times to no avail, she had no choice but to stuff the letter into it.
Under the eaves, watching the goose feather-like snow outside, Mao Mao shed a few bitter tears for itself. If it dared to delay, it wouldn't be as simple as plucking feathers once it fell into the master's hands. Finally, it glanced at Mo Yan and flew towards the distant north with a determined posture.
The heavy snow continued for another two days before finally clearing up and revealing the sun. As the ice and snow began to melt, the weather became even colder. Except for going to the outhouse, everyone stayed indoors and dared not go out. When the sun was strong at noon, Mo Yan moved a chair to the corner of the wall to bask in the sun and took out needle and thread to embroider a purse to pass the time.
Others had been cooped up at home for too long and soon brought chairs to sit beside her. Some read books, some embroidered, while Li Yan played the Nine Links game with Yun Song. The warm sunshine felt very cozy, and they felt drowsy.
At this moment, a girl in her early teens walked over with a sieve, looking a bit shy and expectant. "Sister Yan Yan, this is the fried dough made by my mother. She asked me to bring it over for you to taste."
Mo Yan looked and saw that the sieve was filled with golden fried dough. She quickly stood up and declined, "Your mother is too kind. Such delicious food should be kept for your own family to enjoy. Please take it back."
The girl was anxious when she heard that Mo Yan didn't want it. She stamped her feet and said, "Sister Yan Yan, you've lent us your house, so this little thing is nothing. You must accept it!"
Mo Yan shook her head repeatedly, refusing to accept it.
Fried dough was a kind of deep-fried pastry made by adding a proper amount of salt, eggs, and green onions to flour, mixing them with water, rolling them into large dough slightly thicker than dumpling skins, cutting them into palm-sized pieces, and frying them in hot oil. After they were fried and cooled, they could be eaten.
This kind of pastry was not difficult to make, and the ingredients were simple. When made well, it tasted very good. To the Mo family, this snack might seem ordinary, but to villagers who often only have just enough to eat, both eggs and flour are precious commodities. They typically only make this treat during holidays to give the children a rare delight.
Now, this little girl had brought over a full sieve of them, showing that her family genuinely wanted to repay Mo Yan for the kindness of lending them the house. However, Mo Yan felt uncomfortable accepting it.
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