Chapter 586: The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor
Chapter 586: Approaching Storm (4)
Despite the delicious taste of the ripe wild fruits, there were simply too many to consume before they spoiled. Mo Yan didn't want the fruits she had painstakingly gathered to rot in the cellar, so she decided to categorize them. The fruits suitable for winemaking were washed and gradually turned into wine, while the others were made into various kinds of candied fruit.
Some of the candied fruits were given to friendly families in the village, while most were sent to the rice shop. Mo Yan initially thought that selling some would be a bonus, and whatever didn't sell could be enjoyed slowly. To her surprise, many customers bought the candied fruits, attracted by their appealing appearance and variety. These customers, mostly buying rice, found the treats enticing and bought a few sticks for their children as snacks.
On the night of August 24th, clusters of dark clouds gradually covered the scattered stars, and soon a heavy downpour began, accompanied by continuous thunderclaps. The storm arrived without warning. A thunderclap close by jolted Mo Yan awake from her sleep. She sat up abruptly, clutching her rapidly beating heart, feeling inexplicably anxious, as if something terrible was about to happen.
Liu Tinglan, who had been sleeping soundly, was awakened by Mo Yan's sudden movement. She groggily opened her eyes and reached out to hold her friend's slightly sweaty right hand, asking with concern, "Yan Yan, what's wrong? Are you afraid of the thunder?"
Mo Yan shook her head absentmindedly, the inexplicable sense of unease making her look distressed. She rubbed her temples, trying to pinpoint the source of her anxiety. She worried that this unsettling feeling might be an omen of something bad, similar to the nightmares she had last year.
In the darkness, occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the room, allowing Liu Tinglan to see her friend's pale face clearly. Seeing Mo Yan shake her head, Liu Tinglan guessed that she had a nightmare. She patted Mo Yan's hand in comfort, saying, "Don't worry, dreams are often the opposite of reality. Whatever you saw in the dream won't come true."
Unable to make sense of her premonition, Mo Yan decided not to elaborate further. She nodded and said, "Yes, it was a nightmare. I'll just sit up for a while, you go back to sleep, don't worry about me."
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Liu Tinglan, still drowsy, nodded and, despite wanting to say more comforting words, succumbed to sleep once again, her head drooping as she drifted off.
Mo Yan leaned against the headboard, listening to the continuous thunder outside, unable to sleep. Her unease grew stronger.
Her father's injuries were healing well. With the help of spiritual spring water and food rich in spiritual energy, his external wounds had healed. In less than half a month, he would be fully recovered, ready for the upcoming autumn exams. Her younger siblings were also doing well in their studies; the academy they attended had a good learning environment and strict management, so there was little chance of any problems arising.
As for the household, they hadn't offended anyone nor had any secrets that could be used against them. There shouldn't be any bad incidents... Mo Yan furrowed her brow, pondering, but couldn't think of anything potentially problematic. She began to wonder if her earlier intense anxiety was just her imagination.
As sleepiness began to take over, Mo Yan yawned and her eyes grew heavy. She tried to push aside her worries, knowing she needed to rise early the next day. Just as she was about to drift off, a sudden realization struck her, causing her eyes to snap open wide...
The torrential rain poured all night, but by the next morning, the sky had cleared. The rising sun was particularly bright, though the once hard ground had turned soft and mushy from the rain, making it difficult to walk without sinking one's shoes into the mud.
However, this inconvenience didn't dampen the spirits of those hunting in Phoenix Mountain.
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