Mo Mo's parents were busy for a month or two and came back from the imperial capital. There were things they could not forget at home.

First, Ning Lanxin really missed her child. It was endless concern and longing. She had never left home for so long before. Even if she often called, her thoughts would not go away. They often lingered in her ears and settled in her heart.

Second, the sugarcane they planted at home has begun to be cut down. Although the acres of sugarcane they worked hard to plant were not worth much, the two old people felt that they would not harvest it after planting it, and they could not overcome the hurdle. What's more, the houses in the imperial capital were basically rented out.

Missing is tormenting, and the two old people want to fly home immediately.

At noon on December 8, the two old men returned to Gao Chao's home.

Ning Lanxin saw that the two children had changed a little, especially her son, who grew taller. The biggest thing was that her son grew stronger and thin before, but she was so worried.

As she looked at it, a warm current surged in her heart, which was really gratifying.

My parents exchanged greetings, talked about the changes in the family, and talked about the changes in the imperial capital in recent times.

"Son, the housing prices in our community have fallen by another 200 yuan. I have been watching the housing prices these days, and I feel so distressed when I see it falling.

However, the more the decline, those people dare not buy it. It is really strange. If you buy it, don’t buy it.” Ning Lanxin said with a smile. She was not as worried about the small drop in housing prices. She and her husband often looked at housing prices, and she was already numb.

Mo Mo saw that his parents' skin color improved a lot and used skin care products. He used to be reluctant to spend money to buy it. Now, his parents' clothes are much more particular, and it seems that his mentality has also changed a little.

"The houses in our community are easy to rent. We have 161 houses, plus your cousin's second house, a total of 163 houses. Currently, a total of 140 houses have been rented out. For smaller areas, the monthly rent is 5,500 yuan; for larger areas, the monthly rent is 6,000 yuan. One to three, and for half a year, we received 3.5 million yuan. "Mo's mother said happily. With the two million given by her son, the bank has more than five million yuan in deposits. She plans to pay the bank interest and leave a way out for her son.

"Hey, mom, we only have more than 30 houses, how come it has become more than 100 houses?" Mo Wanqing asked in confusion.

After hearing this, the other three people laughed, just because she was not aware of it.

Mo Mo and Wuming, and the other two old people did not tell her that Mo Mo had earned hundreds of millions, and the villagers were not aware of it, so they probably could only tell his father for no reason.

Mo Yao said happily: "Your brother earned 100 million or 200 million yuan when playing stones, and now he is a rich man." Now he and his wife admire his son ten thousand times and are very proud. Anyway, they let him do whatever his son does.

After a while, Mo Wanqing reacted and said ecstaticly: "Wow, so that's it!" He turned his head and looked at his younger brother with curious eyes, feeling that he was still the same as before, without three heads and six arms.

However, Mo Wanqing thought about the fact that her younger brother had earned 20 million before, and he would not make any fuss about making hundreds of millions.

Nowadays, she is more generous than before. She has a stack of money in her drawer, which is more than 10,000 yuan. It was the one that her younger brother spent for her in the first two months. It was only two months later. Apart from the expenses of buying vegetables and daily necessities, she didn't spend much money, and it was less than a thousand yuan.

In the past, in two months, she would have spent 200 yuan, so she didn't dare to buy meat or snacks.

During lunch, Mo Yao called the boss's family and two old people had a meal together.

The two families had a meal, chatted while eating, and laughed faintly.

Early the next morning.

Although it is December winter, Greentown is still warm.

In December, it cannot stop the crazy growth of vegetables in the vegetable garden. They are still so delicate and tender. The peppers are as red as fire, and the cucumbers are so green that they are tender and tender that they want to droop.

Perhaps only the lawn in the yard is slightly yellow. There is a piece of land of several square meters in the lawn, which has been smoothed out by Mo Mo's martial arts. The ground is bare, and only a few yellow grasses are struggling to grow tenaciously.

“Huff…”

Mo Mo got up on time, wearing a sweat jacket, cloth shoes, and shorts. He practiced martial arts in the yard early in the morning, and was breathing steadily.

Mo Yao watched his son punching in the yard, kicking, roaring, elbowing and even rotating and rolling legs. He didn't understand what moves this was, whether it was a grabbing hand or a military punch. Anyway, he was interested in watching it, and he didn't know who taught him these things. Most of them he learned from the Internet, but it was much better than the street performances.

This is also good. If you have money, you have to learn to protect yourself. Otherwise, Mo Yao would be afraid that bad people will rob his son.

Mo Yao smoked happily, watching his son punching, and his son also developed muscles. His six-pack abs on his belly were obvious, which shocked him.

Mo Yao used to see his son doing boxing, but it was not that complicated or so fierce, and he thought it was just a playful play. Now it seems that his son is very powerful in martial arts practice. Sometimes he punches very fast, with a few punches a second, and it feels very powerful.

"Your brother practices martial arts every day?" Mo Yao asked when he saw his daughter just got up.

"Basically, he practices every morning. Who knows what kind of crazy he gets? It's probably a monkey." Mo Wanqing stopped and slapped her mouth. Her brother's martial arts practice became more and more beautiful, but he became tired of watching it too much.

"Okay, just sweat. It's cold in the morning, don't practice badly." Mo's mother saw her son sweating profusely and her clothes were soaked. She was doing well when she was practicing before, but now she is getting more and more crazy.

Mo Mo seemed to have not heard it, and punched for a few more minutes before stopping, took the towel from his mother's hand and wiped the sweat.

"Don't take a shower immediately after practicing, otherwise it will be easy to get rheumatism and will feel sore when you get old." Mo's mother said with concern, and simply grabbed a towel and helped her son wipe the sweat from her back.

"Yeah, I know." Mo Mo smiled, enjoying his mother's sweat.

Mo Mo had a deep understanding of his mother's words.

He didn't listen to his parents' advice in his previous life, thinking that his parents were too long-winded and thought that they were in good health when they were young. Who knew that over the years, after many years, they often had back pain, and various treatment methods such as taking medicine, acupuncture and massage were not cured.

Mo Mo waited for his mother to wipe his back sweat, took a hand towel and wiped his sweat by himself.

His skills matching between piano and fighting style has exceeded 100%. His primary fighting skills have entered the intermediate level, and the piano has also entered the advanced level.

System explanation: Diligent practice can also be upgraded, but after upgrading, the system does not instill the rapid mastery of upgrade skills.

Mo Mo's fighting style has been upgraded to the intermediate level, and he is not proud of anything. He knows his shortcomings.

The fighting technique is not properly practiced, but it is actually just playing a single-player game, and the actual combat is much worse. Mo Mo plans to ask the carpenter to make a wooden stake and buy a sandbag to come back. In fact, it would be even better if he could find someone to practice it correctly.

His ability to withstand strikes was too poor, and Mo Mo couldn't think of any good way to train this, and his body was too weak and could not withstand the impact of heavy objects.

At home, he would definitely not dare to abuse himself, otherwise his sister would really think he was crazy.

After breakfast, Mo Mo's parents took a break for a while, then went out to find the quarantined neighbors and hired people to help harvest sugarcane.
Chapter completed!