"Haha—" Mo Yan laughed without any regard for her image, her eyes brimming with tears. It had been a long time since she had last bullied anyone, and she hadn't expected Cui Pingan to still be so easy to bully.
There wasn't much firewood left to chop in the firewood shed. Ever since three hundred retired soldiers had taken up residence in the orchard, the Mo Family hadn't had to worry about firewood. In their free time, they went up the mountain to gather firewood, even preparing the Mo Family's supply. Some even made charcoal, digging a hole on the back mountain to create a kiln and producing quite a lot of it.
Throughout the entire winter, the Mo Family never ran short on charcoal and even saved a considerable amount of silver. Fortunately, they did not sell the charcoal; otherwise, an old man in the village who lived off selling charcoal would have had a tough time this year.
