Rebirth of a Village Girl

She had no idea what Ni Yang was up to, but whatever it was, she would support unconditionally.

Although Ni Cuihua couldn’t cook as well as Ni Yang, she was quite a pro when it came to nurturing plants!

After all, she used to be a farmer.

She knew what kind of fertilizer could make wild roses grow faster, and what kind of pesticide could keep bugs away from them.

After planting the wild roses, Ni Yang went to the yard and picked out a spot to plant two orchids.

Once everything was done, Ni Yang thought of a new idea when she saw a pile of timber lying nearby.

She moved eight large logs to the corner and then went to borrow tools like a saw and planer from the carpenter who was building a house.

As the carpenter was measuring a wooden template, he curiously asked, “Yangyang, what do you need these tools for?”

The tools for sawing wood were as sharp as a knife!

It was not safe for a girl to handle such tools.

Ni Yang explained, “I’m thinking of making a swing.”

“A swing?” The carpenter scratched his head, “What kind of swing do you want, Yangyang? When I have some free time, I can make one for you.”

Making a swing was not only technical but also required physical strength, Ni Yang was just a little girl after all, she could hardly make it on her own.

This was a job for men.

Ni Yang smiled and said, “Thank you, but I want to try it myself. When I hit a snag, I’ll come to ask for your help.”

“Alright.” The carpenter handed Ni Yang the tools.

Ni Yang took the tools and politely said thank you.

In fact, Ni Yang had made a swing in her previous life.

However, she had not done it for a long time and was a bit rusty with the methods.

As she was sawing and planing the wood, Yang Guobao and Goudan squatted nearby and watched, “Sister Ni Yang, can you really make a swing?”

“Of course!” Yang Guobao affirmed, “Sister Ni Yang is the most capable person in the world!”

The original baking oven was jointly made by Ni Yang and Yang Guobao.

In April, the weather started to warm up slightly, and because Ni Yang was doing physical work, her forehead was soon covered with sweat beads.

Ni Yang took off her outer jacket, revealing a white sweater beneath, and tied up her black hair into a bun, exuding a youthful aura.

When Mo Baichuan appeared at the entrance to the Ni Family courtyard, he was greeted by this sight.

The girl in front of him left him slightly dazed.

Just then, the door next to the courtyard opened, and a beautiful middle-aged woman carrying a child walked out.

Upon seeing Mo Baichuan, she paused, “Who are you looking for?”

·It was not difficult to see a resemblance to Ni Yang in the woman’s eyes.

“I’m looking for Ni Yang,” Mo Baichuan replied.

He initially thought of politely greeting her, but on second thought, he didn’t need to please Ni Yang specifically.

If anyone should be trying to please, it should be Ni Yang trying to please him!

Him deigning to come personally was already giving enough face to Ni Yang.

This young man didn’t know his place, Ni Cuihua thought and frowned subtly, then shouted for Ni Yang, “Yangyang, come quickly, someone’s looking for you!”

“I’m coming.” Ni Yang put down the tools in her hands, turned around and walked towards the entrance, “Who’s looking…”

Upon seeing Mo Baichuan, she stopped in her tracks, “What are you doing here?”

Seeking attention?

Even now, Ni Yang still didn’t think much of Mo Baichuan.

Even if Mo Baichuan was the nephew of Mo Qishen…

Mo Baichuan saw the surprise in Ni Yang’s eyes.

Surprise?

Shouldn’t Ni Yang be thrilled and flattered?

How long does Ni Yang intend to keep this pretense up?

Mo Baichuan handed the bag he was carrying to Ni Yang, “Don’t misunderstand. My grandmother sent me here. These Qingming fruits were also her idea.”

Only then did Ni Yang remember that Qingming Festival was approaching.

Even though it was already April, this was according to the solar calendar. According to the lunar calendar, it was only the 9th of March.

There were no specific dates for the Qingming Festival. According to the solar term, the 12th of this month would be the Qingming Festival.

The tradition in Beijing was to eat Qingming fruit during the Qingming Festival.

Qingming fruit is essentially a large dumpling, but because mugwort juice was added when kneading the dough, the color was green.

Ni Yang naturally wouldn’t refuse the kindness of Mrs. Mo, she reached out and took the bag, “Please thank Mrs. Mo for me.”