Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 247 Moldy Grain Buries Hidden Dangers, Nightmare Comes to Warn (6)_1

"Little Fur Ball was brought back from the mountain by Little Flower," Mo Yan complained, stroking the soft Little Fur Ball. "I told it to take Little Fur Ball back, but it simply refused. When pushed, it ran into the mountains and wouldn’t return. I really want to find that guy and give him a good thrashing."

Mo Yan vented her frustrations, feeling that Little Flower was too cruel. Not only did it cause a mother and child to be separated, but it also was seriously annoying to her.

Lin Yong couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly and suggested, "Since you’ve raised Little Flower, keeping a tiger isn’t much different. Just think of it as having a big cat."

Big Cat? Mo Yan twitched the corners of her eyes. Indeed, it would grow up to be an extraordinarily large cat.

However, for now, it seemed she could only keep it temporarily. When it got a little older and could find food on its own, she would release it back into the wild.

With Little Flower not at home and unable to fulfill the previous agreement to follow Lin Yong into the mountains, Mo Yan felt a bit apologetic. She asked him to wait a little longer and promised to inform him as soon as Little Flower returned.

Lin Yong didn’t mind waiting a day or two. Taking Little Flower into the mountains was simply to hunt some large game, as their skins and meat could fetch a good price.

The next evening, Little Flower came back, circling around Mo Yan wanting to drink Spirit Spring Water. Mo Yan was still annoyed that it had refused to return Little Fur Ball and deliberately withheld the water.

As a result, this creature, with a hide thicker than a Red Python’s, kept rubbing its large head against Mo Yan, making weeping and sobbing sounds from its throat as if it were crying.

Being watched by Zhenzhen and others with blaming eyes, Mo Yan felt utterly exhausted! Little Flower, having become smarter from drinking the Spirit Spring Water, was damnably too despicable and shameless.

Little Flower eventually got its wish and drank the Spirit Spring Water. Seeing its good mood, Mo Yan spoke in a negotiating tone, asking it to take Little Fur Ball back.

This time, Little Flower didn’t rush toward the mountains. Instead, it went to Mo Yan’s room, pulled the sleeping Little Fur Ball out of the cotton pad, and placed it on the ground. To Mo Yan’s surprise, it lay down straight and pushed Little Fur Ball under its belly with its mouth.

Then, it closed its eyes, stiffened its body, and lay motionless, its breathing barely perceptible.

Mo Yan felt a lump in her throat. It turned out that Little Flower hadn’t been willing to return Little Fur Ball because Little Fur Ball’s mother had already... died!

Picking up the dozy Little Fur Ball, Mo Yan sighed deeply, suddenly grateful that Little Flower was a wolf with a heart of love. It even rescued a creature not of its own kind, a kindness that transcended species and was exceedingly precious.

Seeing that Mo Yan had understood its intention, Little Flower got up from the ground and gently licked Little Fur Ball with its large tongue, its human-like eyes filled with a trace of sorrow.

It too had been very young when its mother died. If it hadn’t been for Yan Junyu’s rescue, it wouldn’t have survived.

Thinking of Yan Junyu, Little Flower was thankful. It had never regarded this human as its master. And he, in turn, had never forced it, taking good care of it instead.

Even though it knew he had done so because its mother had once saved him, over the years, his kindness had been sincere. If it hadn’t encountered Yanyan, even if it wouldn’t recognize him as its master, it would have stayed with him and helped him when needed.

With these thoughts, Little Flower looked at Mo Yan with tender eyes, determined to be with Yanyan for life.

Autumn, the season of harvest. The Mo Family had planted twenty mu of soybeans in late spring, and including the ten mu originally belonging to the Li Family, it was time to hire help for the harvest.

The soybeans in this era were very small, only slightly larger than mung beans, and their yield was not high. However, soybeans could be made into tofu and delicious dishes such as fried soybeans and soybean stewed pork feet. Most importantly, they could be used to extract oil.

Therefore, soybeans were somewhat more expensive than mung beans and were also easy to store. They didn’t spoil easily or get infested with insects, so there was no worry about not being able to sell them.

From planting the soybeans to the upcoming harvest, Mo Yan had not paid much attention to them. But the soybeans that grew were far superior to those in the neighboring fields. They had more pods that were also fuller, with hardly any shriveled ones.