The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

 Chapter 96 Mo Yan’s methods (1)

 After hearing what Mo Fang said, Mo Qingze agreed: "This is what we should do. Our Mo family should not be wandering without roots."

Hearing this, Mo Fang didn't have much joy on his face. He looked at Mo Qingze tangledly, as if he had something unspeakable.

Mo Yan's heart sank when he saw this. Looking at the secretly delighted expressions of others, he already knew what Mo Fang was going to say next, and even guessed why they dared to make such a shameless request.

Sure enough, Mo Fang looked confused: "Building the ancestral hall is a major event for the clan, and every household should contribute money and effort, but... Qingze, you also know that our village is not rich to begin with, and we have struggled on the way to escape. It's a lot of money, at least 80 taels of silver are needed to build the ancestral hall. If it is divided equally into each account, the family will have 4 or 5 taels of silver. We really can't afford it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stared at Mo Qingze with expectant eyes, and almost told Mo Qingze clearly, "We are poor, and your family is the richest. You can use all the money to build the ancestral temple." Get out."

At this time, no matter how stupid Mo Qingze was, he understood the intentions of these people. He frowned and felt a hint of displeasure in his heart.

“Chief, building an ancestral hall is not something that can be done in a day or two. If you can’t do it now, it is only temporary. When times get better in the future, each family can just chip in a little. You don’t have to worry.”

Mo Yan praised her father's answer. It's best to pretend to be stupid at this time. If Mo Fang dares to speak clearly, don't blame her for not giving him face.

Hearing this, Mo Fang's eyes flashed with disappointment, but now that he was the patriarch of the Mo clan in Liuyang Village, it was really hard for him to speak clearly. He was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

But some people didn't have any scruples. Mo Dashan, who had been flattering the most happily before, stood up and said: "Brother Qingze, it is not easy for people like us to build an ancestral temple and earn money, but it is a great cause for your family. The previous move was a big deal." Fat pig, eighty taels of silver is just a drop in the bucket to you!"

"Yes, Qingze, you are also from the Mo family. Since you have this ability, you really have to do your best."

“We who have no money will all contribute. When the time comes, the construction of the ancestral hall will be taken care of by us. You only need to contribute the money and don’t worry about anything else.”

"It's better to build the ancestral hall as early as possible. When we save enough money, we don't know it will be in the Year of the Monkey and the Horse! Brother Qingze, Uncle Mo's family has done so many bad things to your family, and you are still so kind to them. Now we If you are in trouble, just think of it as helping us poor relatives!"

　 Someone started, and four or five people followed suit.

 “Hehe~”

Hearing this, Mo Yan laughed out loud and glanced across the speaker's face, but there was no smile in his eyes. These people said these things so confidently, and even used Lao Motou's family to block her father. Did they think that just because they were tolerant to Lao Motou's family, these people thought they would definitely agree to this?

 It's a pity that they are just ordinary relatives, not Lao Motou, so she doesn't need to worry so much.

“You also said that building the ancestral hall is a major event for the clan, but now you are forcing my family to pay all the money. I just don’t know if the Mo family’s ancestors will bless you after the ancestral hall is built.”

As soon as these words came out, several people's expressions changed. Yes, if this is the case, even if the ancestral hall is built, what's the use if the ancestors don't bless them?

Mo Dashan said angrily: "We are all the ancestors and grandsons of the Mo family. As long as we make offerings to our ancestors during the New Year and festivals, why won't you protect us?"

The people who were a little shaken at first felt that what Mo Dashan said was reasonable, and the eyes they looked at the Mo family became less friendly.

 (End of this chapter)