Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

The corners of Mo Qingcheng's mouth curled up: "Little Junjun, I'll cook something delicious for you tonight..."

"..." Mr. Farm snorted coldly, and gave Mo Qingcheng a spineless look.

Is the young master such a greedy person?

snort!

Young master doesn't read much, don't lie to me!

Occasionally, Mo Qingcheng discovered that Mr. Farm liked his cooking skills, so he kept an eye out for food temptations at critical moments, and there is nothing that food can't solve.

One meal is not enough, another meal, hehe...

Mr. Farm rolled his eyes, the little witch is getting worse and worse, the interstellar farm is almost becoming a garbage dump, hum!

Mom, mentally handicapped!

Mo Qingcheng resisted the urge to slap the Farmer away, and it would not be too late to settle the score after he finished his work.

For some reason, Mr. Farm shivered subconsciously, looked around, there was no strange smell, and his heart gradually let go.

With a whistle, unknown birds rushed over the sky and covered the sky, and Mo Qingcheng was stunned.

Oh god, can you still play like this?

The bird cut and cut, faster than the thresher, Mo Qingcheng was dumbfounded.

"Three days!" Mr. Farm caught a glimpse of Mo Qingcheng peeping, and stretched out three fingers angrily, expressing that one day must be missed.

"Deal!" Mo Qingcheng readily agreed.

Mr. Farm: "..."

Is the young master being cheated?When did the little witch talk so easily?

Mo Qingcheng automatically cut off the mental connection with Mr. Farm, glanced at the space, and withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

The sky was gloomy, and the family had dinner and chatted about gossip in the town.It was basically the children chattering, Mo Qingcheng and Bai Daddy occasionally answered, but Shangguan Yichen, the old god was there, expressionless.

Papa Bai sighed softly, wondering what's going on with Yue'er?For some reason, my eyelids twitched and I felt a little uneasy.

Mo Qingcheng saw Papa Bai's expression in his eyes: "Papa, don't worry, with Heiyi around, Yue'er is fine."

"Sister Mo, is it going to snow?" Old Father Bai changed the subject, thinking about it, he couldn't help it, but added to the confusion.

Mo Qingcheng pushed a cup of flower and fruit tea to old father Bai, thoughtfully: "Nine out of ten chances. Dad, you have seen a lot, have you ever encountered such a situation before?"

Doubts abounded in my heart. Although my geography is not good, according to the knowledge I have, there is generally no snow here in winter.

The weather has been abnormal recently, and there seems to be a strange smell floating in the air, mixed with the sourness of the soil, which makes people sick to the stomach.

People in the village got sick one after another. Liu Cuihua and Balabala said a lot. At the beginning, Mo Qingcheng didn't care. Yesterday, it seemed that the nearby villages and towns had similar situations.

It's hard not to notice.

Father Bai drank a couple of sips, thought for a while, and said quietly: "Not to mention, 36 years ago, there was a... natural disaster and man-made disaster..."

Mo Qingcheng's heart skipped a beat. More than 30 years ago, Father Bai was less than ten years old?

Mu Wanqing blinked, her black eyes were full of gossip: "Grandpa, tell me quickly, maybe we can take precautions early..."

The little girl's eyes rolled around, Mo Qingcheng couldn't laugh or cry, brat, are your hands itchy?

Father Bai coughed lightly: "Grandpa also heard the old man in the family say it accidentally. That year, grandpa was three years old..."

Wow, grandpa is only three years old?

Mu Wanqing exclaimed, "Grandpa, are you scared?"

"Third sister, grandpa is so young, how can he remember?" Bai Zimo's eyes were full of disgust, he didn't even have the strength to be curious?

When did the third sister become a chatterbox?

Mu Wanqing stared, and said, "Momo, don't make trouble. When adults talk, children don't want to interrupt!"

"..." Bai Zimo was in a mess, why is it always me who gets hurt?