Acai's Sky

Chapter 677: What Does the Heroine's Escape Have to Do with Me?

In the courtyard of the Tong family's old house, under the leafless peach tree, there is an antique rocking chair.

The person sitting on it and swaying leisurely was the famous Mr. Mu Changsheng.

Mr. Mu was seen gently rocking the armrest of his chair with his right hand, while holding a thick Tong family five-year plan in his left hand and reading it carefully.

As the pages continued to turn, his expression became more and more surprised and shocked.

"This... is this really the kind of disciple I can teach?" Mr. Mu muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.

The content presented in this plan is so wonderful and detailed. It not only fully takes into account the actual local conditions and adapts to local conditions, but also cleverly uses innovative thinking to save costs in every link.

What is even more amazing is that they have a unique and effective method for how to rationally utilize land resources and grow various herbs and high-yield crops.

Mr. Mu couldn't help but rub his slightly swollen temples, trying to calm his mind a little.

However, in addition to the strong shock in his heart, he was also filled with uncontrollable excitement. He had never thought that Nong Sang could be so innovative.

It is carried out in a three-dimensional way and presents a three-dimensional development trend.

At this moment, the prosperous scene after the successful implementation of all projects seemed to have emerged in his mind.

Fertile fields are filled with lush crops, herbs in the medicinal gardens emit bursts of fragrance, and people busily and joyfully shuttle through them...

Thinking of this, Mr. Mu couldn't help but smile with relief on his face.

At this moment, Mo Sheng, the servant who had been waiting by the side, noticed Mr. Mu's smile, and hurriedly and carefully picked up the fruit plate that had been prepared long ago, walked into the yard, and gently placed it on the stone table next to him.

"Sir, you have been watching for so long and must be tired. Come and try these fresh fruits to quench your thirst!" Mo Sheng said respectfully.

Mr. Mu nodded slightly, a faint smile still on his lips. "Well, I'm ashamed that Miss Nine of your family took so much trouble to get so many delicious fruits in the middle of winter."

Hearing Mr. Mu's praise, Mo Sheng hurriedly explained, "Sir, you may not know that these fruits are all grown in our own greenhouse. Long before winter came, Miss Nine instructed us to transplant them into the warm greenhouse and take good care of them. That's why we can enjoy such delicious fruits in this cold season."

Mr. Mu stood up slowly with a gentle smile on his face. He patted his sleeves lightly, then turned and walked towards Mo Sheng.

Seeing this, Mo Sheng hurried forward and the two of them walked towards the greenhouse closest to them.

As soon as I walked into the greenhouse, a warm breath hit me in the face.

Mr. Mu couldn't help but frowned slightly, but he quickly got used to the heat.

He quickly untied the heavy cloak on his body and handed it to the servant beside him. Then he took light steps and began to leisurely admire the blooming flowers in the greenhouse.

Mo Sheng, who was following behind, softly introduced Mr. Mu, "Most of these greenhouses in our house are used to grow all kinds of beautiful flowers and plants. However, those greenhouses on the farms outside the city are different. They are all used to grow fresh and delicious fruits and vegetables!"

While listening to Mo Sheng's explanation, Mr. Mu stared intently at the gorgeous peonies, peonies and orchids in front of him.

He stretched out his slender fingers and gently pinched a delicate and beautiful petal, as if he was feeling the tenderness in the mundane world.

On this cold winter day, Mr. Mu feels particularly comfortable and happy in this warm greenhouse.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath, savoring the fragrance of flowers in the greenhouse.

The fresh and fragrant smell went into his lungs through his nasal cavity, making his originally heavy body suddenly feel much lighter.

However, Mr. Mu did not know at the moment that in this seemingly ordinary greenhouse, Ah Cai had performed [Growth of All Things].

It is precisely because of the blessing of this mysterious power that the flowers here grow more vigorously and are full of vitality.

Even the air was filled with a faint sweet scent.

Mr. Mu was immersed in the beauty of the sea of ​​flowers and was reluctant to leave.

Until Mo Sheng walked up to him with a chuckle, gently pulled the corner of his clothes, and motioned him to look in another direction.

It turned out that Mo Sheng had led him to a unique place - a greenhouse with an indoor landscape.

The greenhouse is exquisitely decorated, with a crystal clear stream flowing over the rockery and several uniquely shaped rocks dotted along the streamside.

It is surrounded by lush green bamboo and strange-shaped pines and cypresses, making people feel as if they are in a beautiful landscape painting.

Mo Sheng smiled and explained to Mr. Mu, "This place was built specially for you by our Ninth Miss. She hoped you could rest here and enjoy a moment of peace and leisure."

Hearing this, Mr. Mu couldn't help but feel moved. It really took everything into consideration.

At this moment, Mo Sheng was hiding in the corner, carefully peeking at Mr. Mu not far away.

You know, this is a task specifically assigned by his ninth daughter - to do everything possible to meet all of Mr. Mu's needs so that he can focus more on the gurgling water curtain in the room.

After all, if she couldn't successfully retain Mr. Mu's heart, Miss Nine would have to face a mountain of calligraphy homework after every class!

The heavy workload is simply daunting.

It’s strange to say, ever since Mr. Mu got the rocking chair that rocked all day long, it almost never stopped.

Mr. Mu always sits on it leisurely, swaying his body gently, as if the whole world has nothing to do with him.

And those gorgeous and colorful flowers that originally grew in the greenhouse were also found by his ninth daughter with great effort, just to please Mr. Mu.

It’s a pity that even with such good intentions, the annoying schoolwork still shows no signs of decreasing.

I watched as my ninth daughter racked her brains and tried every possible means to avoid writing.

Mo Sheng couldn't help but secretly sigh: This Miss Nine is really going to use any tricks just to write a few fewer words!

If this continues and the workload still doesn't get reduced, I'm afraid her ninth daughter will really be driven crazy, right?