The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Everything in the Mo family's yard was created by Mo Yan. Hearing Yan Junyu's praise, he felt happy in his heart, but he still said modestly: "They are just wild animals in the mountains, they do not deserve the praise of the young master." .”

Yan Junyu's hand shaking the fan stiffened slightly, and then he shook his head, with a hint of unconscious expectation in his tone: "Girl, you and I have known each other for so long, when will you be able to show your face openly in front of me? His true temperament?"

Mo Yan smiled lightly and poured him a glass of iced pear juice.

The person in front of her came from a wealthy family, had a noble status, and had good business friends and backers. She didn't want to have a deeper relationship with him. It was better to keep a distance from normal interactions.

Yan Junyu was slightly upset, sighed and shook his head, then changed the topic to the fruit.

Mo Yan didn't say much and directly served three plates of fruits for Yan Junyu to taste by himself.

Looking at the fruits evenly cut into pieces on the plate without even peeling off the skin, Yan Junyu just thought that Mo Yan didn't have the habit of peeling, so he picked up a piece of juicy pear and put it to his mouth casually. Take a bite.

The moment the pulp entered the fruit's mouth, Mo Yan clearly saw the surprise in Yan Junyu's eyes, and then she saw him put the remaining half of the flesh into his mouth.

After tasting pears, Yan Junyu tasted peaches and plums. Then he took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands with a shrewd smile on his face: "These fruits are very good. You really gave me a surprise." ! Tell me how many of these fruits there are, I want them all!"

He originally thought that it was just an ordinary pear and peach, no matter how good it tasted, it just tasted like that. But after taking the first bite, he knew that he was totally wrong! These three fruits are not inferior to those treasures paid tribute by the Southern Barbarians.

Moreover, he felt that these fruits not only tasted particularly good, but also had an indescribable sweetness. In short, eating them made him feel comfortable.

As soon as Mo Yan heard this, he knew that these fruits could be sold at a good price. When he thought about it, the smile on his face became a little more real: "Because those fruit trees bear fruit for the first time, not much is left. All of them are The total weight of the fruits is less than two thousand kilograms. If my young father-in-law wants them all, it is best to transport them back today. If they are stored for a few days, they will lose their moisture and taste."

Pears are a bit better. They can be stored in a cool place for a long time. The same cannot be said for peaches, which will become ripe and rotten after being left for two days, especially if they cannot bear the bumps. Otherwise, if they are left overnight, they will not be edible the next day. Plums are similar, although not as easy to spoil as peaches, but the longer they are stored, the less flavorful they become.

Yan Junyu naturally knew this, so he directly asked Guanyu to take out a hundred taels of silver notes and hand them to Mo Yan, and then asked him to call the guards over to transport the fruits back as soon as possible and store them in the cellar.

The profit suddenly increased tenfold. Mo Yan was very satisfied and talked about another orchard: "Almost all the fruit trees sent by the young master were bearing fruit and the quality was not bad. If the young master brought the manpower, It’s enough, you can pick it off now and transport it back to the city.”

When Yan Junyu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly became interested: "I would like to see what is unique about your orchard, which can make those fruit seedlings that are difficult to survive survive, and even bear fruit so quickly."

Mo Yan happily agreed, took a bamboo basket, and took Yan Junyu to the orchard.

However, when Yan Junyu followed Mo Yan into the orchard with great interest, what greeted him was not a variety of delicious fruits, but a gray puddle with a touch of white chicken droppings.

For Yan Junyu, who is particular about style and has a slight mysophobia, he can bear to step on the soil with his feet and even have some dust on his clothes, but he can never bear to be "sullied" by filth such as poop. This is simply a mess. disaster!

Even if this disaster only occurs in the invisible parts of his feet, it is absolutely not possible.

So, without waiting for Mo Yan to react, someone took off the "shot" shoe with lightning speed and threw it outside the thorns.

Mo Yan:......

Mr. Yan, are you sure that your golden rooster's independent attitude is consistent with your high status?