Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 251: Deciding to Make a Small Profit (3)_1

After all the fruit was sealed and brewing, Mo Yan picked up Little Fur Ball, who had fallen asleep on the ground, and placed it in the basin. It was only after bathing and drying it that she took it out of Space and lay in bed with it, quickly falling asleep herself.

But that night, Mo Yan did not sleep soundly—she began to have nightmares again!

Compared to her previous nightmare, the scenes in this one were even more tragic, filled with the agonizing death of people who had eaten moldy rice and fallen ill.

In the dream, those with horrific death throes were crawling on the ground, reaching out with cold, pale hands towards Mo Yan’s direction, as if grabbing her would save them!

"My child, save my child, please save my child!"

"Save us, we don’t want to die, come save us!"

"Save us, come quickly to save us!"

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All night long, Mo Yan was surrounded by all kinds of piercing cries for help. Those people couldn’t get close to her, but she was trapped and couldn’t walk out.

She struggled to wake up, but her body felt as if it were frozen solid and completely beyond her control.

Just when she was terrified, a deafening roar of a tiger sounded, followed by a wet sensation on her face. Mo Yan’s body seemed to thaw, and she was able to move.

She was overjoyed and suddenly opened her eyes to see Little Fur Ball sitting beside the pillow, licking her face with round tiger eyes and making mournful sounds.

Was it Little Fur Ball that had awakened her?

Mo Yan was moved, sat up, and held Little Fur Ball in her arms, rubbing its small head and feeling much more at ease in her heart.

This time, without any external stimuli, she had had such a terrible dream for no reason—even after waking up, she was still terrified. But the matter was so mysterious, she didn’t know whether she should believe the dream and immediately find a way to deal with the moldy grain, or ignore it, leaving the moldy grain to threaten the lives of innocent people.

The events that unfolded in the dream were too real; perhaps it was a warning from God. If she did nothing, it could indeed be that nightmares would plague her.

Wait a bit longer! If such dreams continued to occur without reason, she would do her best to solve the moldy grain issue to prevent the tragic events in the dreams from happening. She didn’t want to spend her nights unable to sleep in peace.

After a whole night of nightmares, Mo Yan felt sticky. She laid Little Fur Ball on the bed and went into Space for a bath. When she came out feeling refreshed, Little Fur Ball had fallen asleep by the pillow again.

Touching its furry head, Mo Yan also felt sleepy and decided to sleep in with Little Fur Ball. This time, both human and tiger slept very peacefully. novelbuddy.cσ๓

The Mo Family had lots of soybean stalks from their thirty acres of land, and their yard was completely filled. Today, with good weather, Lizhong had enlisted the help of more than ten villagers to spread out the tied soybeans to dry. Even with ten acres of space in front of the Mo Family house, it wasn’t enough to lay them all out, so they had to do it in batches.

At noon, under the intense sun, the soybean stalks that had been drying all morning had hardened, and the pods began to crack open spontaneously, releasing the small yellow beans inside, which hit the tarp and made a rattling noise.

Little Fur Ball found it fascinating; it wasn’t content with just watching and ran into the soybeans wanting to pounce on the popping beans. However, stepping on the soybean stalks, the pressure on the pods about to burst was too much, and they exploded under the little creature’s paws one after another, startling it.

Little Fur Ball let out a threatening growl, seemingly thinking it was under attack by the pods. Its drowsy behavior amused Mo Yan, who laughed heartily.

Xin’er and Zhen’er watched with envy and quickly took off their shoes, wrapped their feet in cotton cloth, and ran onto the soybeans, stepping about and making the beans pop even more joyously, the two making an even greater effort with their stomping.