Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Bai Yueniang's face changed slightly: "Sister Mo, there is something... I don't know if I should say it or not?"

"If you have anything to say, just say it, my sister is in charge of you." Mo Qingcheng was slightly stunned, his eyes flickering slightly.

"No, Sister Mo, isn't our greenhouse on track these days? If I have something to do, I'll go for a walk. The women in Zhangjia Village and Liujiawan said..."

"say what?"

"People in Yutang Town say...there are traffickers...everyone sells...

"Men, women, old and young?" Mo Qingcheng regained his spirits, this matter is by no means groundless.

"Well, young guys are hard to escape, especially those who are looking for relatives from outside..." Bai Yueniang thought thoughtfully: "Sister Mo, the man is not a mine, is it?"

"On the mine?"

Among the calcium carbide sparks, Mo Qingcheng heard Yun Feng's words, she and her younger brother were sold to the mine when they were young, luckily the master rescued them...

"Well, I heard it's a death contract." Bai Yueniang was worried: "Brother Bai..."

"Don't worry, Yue'er, Big Brother Bai will not be in danger, and he will be back in a while. This time is no small matter, don't listen to hearsay, it will confuse people's hearts..." Mo Qingcheng warned: "My sister is here for everything."

"Well, Sister Mo, speaking of making money, I want to open a dim sum shop..."

"Well, this is my sister who knows. When the town is built, we will open a dim sum shop in front of our house. Selling Fangzi, it is better to launch a dragon."

"A dragon? What stuff?" Bai Yueniang immediately regained her spirits, her eyes were glued to Mo Qingcheng's face, glowing green.

Mo Qingcheng patiently explained: "My sister told you that the so-called dragon is..."

"Oh, that's great, sister Mo, how do you grow melon seeds on your head? I'm so envious." After listening to Mo Qingcheng's explanation, Bai Yueniang patted her forehead.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Bai Yueniang with a smile, sister wishing you a worry-free life...

Speaking of pastry shops, Mo Qingcheng had a whim, how about selling a wave of mooncakes plus cakes?

Hey, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, it is a good time to make money.

Just do it!

Mo Qingcheng wrote down a list of ingredients and handed it to Bai Yueniang to prepare the ingredients.

Bai Yueniang's eyes lit up, Sister Mo was about to come up with a new trick...

Mo Qingcheng pinched the center of her eyebrows, took out her notebook, took out a charcoal pencil, and wrote and drew on the paper.

If you want to make delicious mooncakes, you need an oven and a mold.

There is an experienced master in the oven. The mold is preferably made of wood, which is durable and not easy to crack. The most important thing is to engrave patterns and fonts on the mold.

Mo Qingcheng thought for a while, drew more than a dozen patterns, admired them with satisfaction, and found the second grandfather.

Second Grandpa was flattered: "Mrs. Mo, you are..."

"Second Grandpa, I have some work here, can you see if you can do it?" Mo Qingcheng smiled sarcastically, it came suddenly, maybe it scared the old man?

The second grandfather breathed a sigh of relief, "Mrs. Mo, please sit down and talk."

Second Mistress quickly poured a glass of water: "Mrs. Mo, drink water."

"Thank you." Mo Qingcheng sat down, took a sip of water, and handed the drawing to Second Grandpa: "Second Grandpa, look, can this model be made?"

"Let me take a look..." Second Grandpa took the drawing with both hands and looked at it carefully.

After a while, the second grandpa was troubled: "Mrs. Mo, the model can be made, but... the pattern on it, I'm afraid it won't work well..."

"Ma'am... can I try it?" Li Mancai, the grandson of the second grandfather's family, said weakly: "I like drawing since I was a child, but..." The family is too poor.

The boy was thirteen or fourteen years old, a little weak, and looked at Mo Qingcheng anxiously.

"Xiao Cai, don't fool around." Second Grandpa was startled, and Second Grandma also stared over.

Mo Qingcheng nodded, took out a pen and paper from his bag, and handed it to Li Mancai: "Okay."

"Thank you ma'am!"