MTL - Eternal Country - v2 Chapter 2229 Guixu

【Farming】+【Space】+【Warmth】+【Get Rich】+【Scumbag】

Mo Yan, who was blown to ashes, was reborn in ancient times.

She became a little farm girl who was running away from famine!

There is a loving and handsome scholar father on it – not bad!

There is a pair of lively and cute younger siblings – very good!

But, does she really want to die again?

It’s okay if you don’t have food, drink or shelter on your way out of famine.

She even has to be on guard against bad guys to capture her and feed her!

Fortunately, there is room for upgrades in the previous life.

However, there are no eggs——

Why, that space with mountains, water, and meat to eat was actually formatted!

Facing a desperate situation, Mo Yan regained his fighting spirit:

No matter how formatted it is, my sister will still get rich and prosperous under the roots of the imperial city!

Open hills, plant orchards, buy shops, build houses… there’s no shortage of them!

But… there are also many jealous people looking for trouble!

Is the farm yours? Here, I’ll trick you to death without any negotiation!

Want to be her stepmother? Okay, I’ll give you a few widowers!

My mother is here to find you? Here, take the divorce letter and don’t give it away!

…

What? A beautiful man comes to propose marriage? Um, this… do you want to knock it down?

PS: 1. Persistence in farming + atypical house fighting + no palace fighting

2. The writing style is correct and the outlook is normal (the author does not rule out occasional convulsions)

Final article link:

[The Abandoned Farmer’s Beautiful Pastoral] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/527965.html

[The general’s daughter is not easy to mess with] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/473776.html

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One night of spring breeze, stirring the white window screen fluttering in the air.Only a nightstand lamp is on in the room.The light is a soft, dim yellow.......

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