The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Chapter 385: Greed causes trouble, little flowers hurt others (1)

Mo Yan naturally knew that most people in the village were having a hard time, but no matter how hard it was, he couldn't set his sights on Xiaohua and a dozen local dogs, let alone go hunting in the mountains in such bad weather. If anything happened, let him If the villagers are harmed, who will bear the responsibility?

Thinking of this, she looked at the troubled Yang Bao and said sternly: "Uncle Yang, let alone whether you can find prey by taking the dog into the mountains, you can't even see the road clearly in such a heavy snowy day. If you take a careless step, you will be killed." There is danger. Besides, there are many wild animals in the mountains, and we even went down the mountain some time ago. What if we encounter one unfortunately?"

Yang Bao was stunned. He just calculated how much benefit hunting in the mountains would bring to the village, but he did not expect how much risk he would take. Thinking of the possible consequences, I can't help but feel a little scared, "Uncle has lived to this age, but he has been deceived by that little profit. Thanks to Yan Yatou's reminder, otherwise he really doesn't know how big the consequences will be. Basket.”

“Uncle Yang is also worried that the folks are having a hard time, he just didn’t expect it at the moment!”

Mo Yan smiled understandingly. We can’t blame the villagers for being greedy. If the family had enough money, who would risk their lives for such an idea. I just saw that those local dogs could hunt rabbits, and I got this idea in a moment of enthusiasm.

Seeing that Yang Bao was shaken, she breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Since it is for the safety of the villagers, Uncle Yang does not need to be embarrassed. Please explain the interests clearly and the villagers will understand."

 “Girl Yan, uncle understands, uncle understands!” After hearing this, Yang Bao looked more relaxed. Compared to his life, that little money is indeed nothing. If someone in the village is ungrateful, he can only use the authority of the village chief to suppress him.

 Not long after, Xiaohua came back with thirteen local dogs huffing and puffing. There were a lot of snowflakes falling on them, and they shook them off at the door before shivering into the warm room. They wagged their tails happily at Mo Yan, and sat down neatly next to each other around the warmth, quietly. Quiet fire.

Yang Bao looked surprised and joked: "Your family is worthy of being a scholar. Even these noisy guys have become well-behaved."

Mo Yan chuckled and pinched Xiaohua's cold ears. It was not because of this guy, otherwise these local dogs would definitely make a fuss just to get a good seat.

Through the crack in the door, he saw the heavy snow outside the house started to fall again. Yang Bao suppressed his smile and looked a little heavy: "I'm afraid the snow this time will last longer than last time. If it continues, I'm afraid there will be more houses." It’s going to be crushed.”

Mo Yan didn't know how to look at the weather, so she frowned when she heard this: "Uncle Yang, how long will it snow for?"

The war at the border is raging, and the price of rice has risen again in the past two days. Rice has risen to eight cents per catty, which is double what it was before the price increase. Many poor families can't even afford rice, and many people line up early in front of the shop to get the free rice. It's snowing heavily now. If it continues, the price of rice will rise again in a few days.

Yang Bao stood up, walked to the door and looked at the sky outside, and said, "It won't stop for three to five days. When will it stop? We'll know by looking at the sky in a few days."

Mo Yan felt a little worried. She was worried that the poor people could not afford to buy food, and she was also worried that the war in the north would continue to worsen. It has also been snowing over there these two days, and the temperature is even colder than in the capital, but the fighting has not stopped. I wonder how the soldiers and civilians at the border are doing.

Every time I asked about the war situation in the letter, the man never mentioned this in his reply. The news circulating in the academy lagged behind. By the time it reached my father's ears, either a long time had passed, or it had lost its original appearance, and he didn't know at all. What are the facts?

 (End of this chapter)