Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

"Mr. Li, Old Master Cheng missed his family and was injured again. He left last night. If you don't believe me, you can ask Yue'er." Mo Qingcheng looked at Li Changgeng suspiciously with a confused face.

Bai Yueniang nodded again and again: "Village Chief Li, Sister Mo and I were the ones who sent them to the entrance of the village. They were sent away by the dragon guards from my sister's house. They left in a hurry, riding a horse, and said it would take ten and a half months to arrive. .”

"Oh, I knew I would have come earlier..." Li Changgeng was annoyed for a while: "Our land reclamation tools are too difficult to use. I and a few old crop growers in the village said to ask old master Cheng to see if we can change the tools. ..."

"Oh, what a coincidence. But my old uncle Huang used to have a blacksmith in his family..." Mo Qingcheng said casually.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Li Changgeng's brain became hot, he took out the blueprint in his arms, and handed it to old master Cheng with trembling hands: "Old man, can you always look past it?"

Lao Cheng nodded excitedly, took the drawing, glanced at it, and immediately lost interest.What rags, show yourself?Is there a mistake?

Mo Qingcheng's eyelids twitched, he was done, and was led crookedly, what should he do?Waiting online, urgent.

"Old man Jin..." Mo Qingcheng bit the word "old man" very hard, and opened a dyeing workshop if he gave some color?Who gave it the guts?

Old master Cheng couldn't help shivering, and he refused, thinking about it with his toes, he knew that those precise drawings would never be seen again...

"Ahem..." Old Master Cheng was in trouble. He rarely communicated with people these years, and he didn't know how to answer. He looked at Baili Fengyun as if asking for help.

Baili Fengyun's face was not flushed, his heart was not beating, the corner of his mouth was pulled, and he said casually: "Ahem...Actually, it's not that old man Jin can't think about it, but he hasn't thought about making progress these years, and he is almost useless."

Mo Qingcheng's eyelids twitched wildly, and Bai Yueniang chuckled: "Ahem... Sister Mo, your old man and guards are so interesting..."

"Interesting? Why don't sister tell you?" Mo Qingcheng smirked, staring at Bai Yueniang.

Bai Yueniang pouted and blamed: "Sister Mo, you will bully me?"

Have it?Mo Qingcheng gave Bai Yueniang a little look that you can bear with me, full of humour.

Bai Yueniang rolled her eyes, I believe you a ghost, hum, if you dare to tease yourself next time, just make something awkward for Sister Mo... Hehe... Bai Yueniang made up her mind and suddenly smiled.

Mo Qingcheng had a cold war, did Yue'er learn badly?

Baili Fengyun saw that everyone didn't respond, so don't overdo it, and count yourself as meddling.

Old Master Cheng took over the conversation: "Give me some time..."

Li Changgeng nodded again and again: "Old man, it's all my fault for being too impatient, you just came here, haven't you eaten yet?"

Old Master Cheng and Baili Fengfengyun nodded with aggrieved faces.Mo Qingcheng invited them to take a bath, and cooked a dish himself. Liu Cuihua, with her star eyes, wished she could stick to the pot.

The same pot, the same ingredients, why the difference is so big?

The two were in a turmoil, and the two killed a table. Liu Cuihua only took back half a bowl of food, and the third grandmother had more, which was half less than usual.

Bai Zimo's focus is always different: "Mother, will you still cook tomorrow?"

Everyone laughed, whether to cook or not to cook, this is a question that needs to be carefully considered.

Baili Fengyun and old master Cheng settled down like this, one no longer used swords for nothing, and the other insisted that he was an old slave of the young lady's family even if he was beaten to death.

On the surface, the situation is calm, but in fact, an invisible hand is weaving a huge net, trying to use Mo Qingcheng to wipe out all of his deadly enemies...