Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

"Magistrate, please..." Mo Qingcheng's mouth curled up into a meaningful smile.

Bai Zimo rushed forward: "Uncle Zhixian, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? Mother cooked this morning, the lotus leaf pancakes and duck with sauce are delicious."

The little guy grabbed Qi Yuanwei's hand, and Balabala kept talking.

The old butler Qi was so moved that he wept in pain, running all the way, his old waist was about to break, it was worth it...

Qi Yuanwei's back stiffened, and he followed the little guy to the dinner table after washing his hands.

Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, interesting...

Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes, and the little girl's evil eyes swept across Qi Yuanwei's face.

Shangguan Yunxi lowered her eyes, her sister didn't see anything, she didn't know anything.

Bai Yueniang: "..."

Liu Cuihua gasped, didn't the magistrate come to find fault?But... come here for dinner?

The third grandma smiled and said nothing. The guests of Mrs. Mo's house were particularly interesting, including the county magistrate, whose every move was puzzling, deep in thought, and even more unpredictable.

Just work hard!

Mo Qingcheng had no intention of entertaining Marin and the others, they stood aside hungry and full of cold wind.

The food is fragrant, and there are bursts of sounds that get into the nose, which makes people's index fingers widen. They can only look at it but not eat it. How can Mrs. Mo be so bad?

The old butler Qi is also not qualified to sit down to eat, the young master doesn't speak, the old slave dare not.

It was still Bai Yueniang who couldn't stand it anymore, so she called Liu Cuihua and the third grandma to set up a table of food and invited people over.

The old butler thanked him again and again, and seeing that his young master did not stop him, he enjoyed breakfast with Marin and the others.

Finally came alive...

Woke up early in the morning and drank the cold wind, is it strange if you are not hungry?

Qi Yuanwei was reserved, put on airs, and waited to completely let go and wanted to eat, but found that the plate was empty, and his temples were throbbing.

On the opposite side, Mu Yunchuan hooked his lips and smiled slightly: "Aren't you full, sir?"

"..." Qi Yuanwei shook his head: "Thank you, Benzhi County is full..."

"Oh..." Mu Yunchuan let out a groan, and he didn't have anything to say, which made people very upset.

Bai Zimo pushed his job bowl: "Uncle magistrate, mother said that every grain is hard work, so there should be no leftovers. Momo hasn't finished eating yet, should I share half with you?"

Qi Yuanwei waved his hands in disgust, saying that he had already had breakfast before coming.

Bai Zimo rolled his eyes, I believe you a ghost!

After the meal, Qi Yuanwei explained his purpose of coming, and the government was willing to collect the rice for two cents above the market price to make seeds.

Mo Qingcheng nodded: "Thank you, my lord. You hand over the money with one hand and the rice seeds with the other. The folks have no money in their hands and can't survive..."

"..." Qi Yuanwei snorted coldly: "This county will not renege on debts."

"I hope so..." Mo Qingcheng raised his eyebrows: "However, one-third of the rice seeds will be left for Master Xun..."

"..." Qi Yuanwei frowned: "My lord, this is..." To take credit?

The corners of Mo Qingcheng's mouth curled up slightly: "Mr. Magistrate's words are wrong. Without Mr. Patrol, do you think you can protect this credit?"

"..." Qi Yuanwei was choked and speechless.

Heartbreak!

Mo Qingcheng's eyes were full of ridicule, "Master Zhixian is eating fire for nothing, and the weight is too light?"

Qi Yuanwei was so angry that he couldn't speak: "You...a woman with such a poisonous mouth?"

"Not as good as an adult, I'm sorry!"

"..." Qi Yuanwei waved his hands: "Tomorrow, the county will send someone to collect it."

"Oh..." Mo Qingcheng responded lightly: "My lord, go slowly, I won't see you off!"

Qi Yuanwei: "..."

Despised or rejected?

I'm really brainwashed...