Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Bai Yueniang rolled her eyes, whether she was rejected or not.

Hearing the words, old man Bai nodded repeatedly, and stroked his beard in satisfaction: "Just Yimo girl."

Mo Qingcheng smiled, and gave Shangguan Yichen a meaningful look.

The little boy turned around, brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and gently placed it on the table.

Mo Qingcheng wrote vigorously, put the letter in an envelope, and handed it to Shangguan Yichen.

Shangguan Yichen nodded and put away the letter. It feels good to be taken seriously.

Papa Bai rested for a while, feeling very relieved, hummed a little song, and continued to teach the children.

Mo Qingcheng patted Bai Yueniang on the shoulder, and handed her a book management note: "Yue'er, read carefully..."

Bai Yueniang's eyes lit up: "Sister Mo, do you have a treasure chest?"

Mo Qingcheng was slightly stunned, and smiled: "Guess..."

"Sister Mo, I'm the only one with a treasure chest in your mind, otherwise how would you know so much?"

"As long as you're happy, sister has something to do." Mo Qingcheng hurried, turned and went to the study.

Before he could sit still, Mr. Farm complained: "Little witch, are you stupid? Such an important matter, could it be that someone discovered it?"

"Ahem... can't you?" Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, and Bai Yueniang was as careful as a hair, but it shouldn't be.

However, there is an exception to everything, and it is better to be cautious.Yichen reminded her more than once that it was a crime to conceive Bi.

Mo Qingcheng took out his notebook and continued drawing.I don't know if it is because of the balance of the space, but the agricultural tools are outdated and there is no plow.How can we only rely on the most primitive and bulky hoe to open up wasteland?

The previous drawings were too fine, it is better to be rough.

Mo Qingcheng thought so, and after some thinking, he designed a nostalgic version of a hoe, a plow rake, a four-toothed pick, and a wheelbarrow.

Unknowingly, there was a fragrance in the garden, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for lunch. Mo Qingcheng stretched, and casually threw the notebook into the space. Outsiders seemed to just put it in his arms.

Nothing is as safe as Interstellar Farm, but weird snacks can’t be taken casually, hey, this instructor’s snack box...

When Liu Cuihua and the third grandma were having dinner, they saw a strange guest coming from Mo Qingcheng's house, so they didn't ask much. They had already gotten used to it, and brought an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, and served the food on the table.

After the meal, Shangguan Yichen handed the letter to the guard: "Reply to Dad."

The guard froze for a moment, nodded, put the letter into his arms, and clasped his fists.

Shangguan Yichen had no expression on his face, and handed a small package to the guard: "Eat on the road, give it to daddy safely..."

"Yes!" The guard put the burden on his shoulders, got on his horse, and rode away.

The little boy pursed his lips and remained silent, Liu Cuihua was overflowing with maternal love, Brother Chen was a poor child...

The afternoon sun lazily shines on the sleeping people. Lunch break is a compulsory course for the children of Mo Qingcheng. If you can't sleep, close your eyes and take a nap to recharge your batteries.

Suddenly, Cyclops' anxious voice sounded at the door: "Madam, it's not good, something happened..."

Mo Qingcheng quickly jumped off the kang, put on his shoes, grabbed the cloak and put it on his body: "Xiaolong, did something happen in the rice field?"

"Yes, ma'am, the small fish and ducks in the rice field were killed..."

"what?"

"Longhuyuan, what's the area?" Shangguan Yichen walked out with a cold face.

"Young master, one...one acre..." Cyclops closed his eyes and his heart sank.

"Damn it, who is so wicked?" Bai Yueniang's pretty face turned black with anger.

"Go, go to the field!"