Mo Mo's parents were busy for a month or two, and they also came back from the imperial capital, and there were things at home that they couldn't forget.

One is that Ning Lanxin really misses her children, it is endless worry and long thoughts, she has not been away from home for so long before, even if she often calls, the thoughts linger, often lingering in her ears and precipitating in her heart.

The second is that the sugarcane planted at home has begun to be cut down, and the few acres of sugarcane they have worked hard to plant, although it is not worth much, but the two elders feel that they will not harvest it, and they can't get over that hurdle in their hearts. What's more, the houses in the imperial capital are basically rented out.

Missing is torturous, and the two elders can't wait to fly home immediately.

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

Ning Lanxin saw that the two children had really changed, especially her son, who had grown taller again, and the biggest obvious thing was that her son had grown stronger, and he was thin before, but she was worried to death.

Looking at it now, a warm current wells up in her heart, which is really gratifying.

The parents greeted each other and talked about the changes in the family, and also talked about the changes in the imperial capital recently.

"Son, the housing prices in our community have fallen by another 200 yuan, and I have been staring at the housing prices these days, and I am distressed to death when I see them falling.

However, the more it falls, those people dare not buy, it is really strange, buy up and not buy down. Ning Lanxin said with a smile that she was not as worried about the small drop in housing prices as before, she and her husband often looked at housing prices, and she was already numb.

Mo Mo saw that his parents' complexion was much better, and he also used skin care products, which he was reluctant to spend money on before. Nowadays, parents are also very particular about dressing, and it seems that the mentality has also changed a little.

"The house in our community is very easy to rent, our family has 161 houses, plus your cousin's second suite, a total of 163 houses, and a total of 140 houses are currently rented. The monthly rent is 5,500 yuan for small areas, and 6,000 yuan for large areas. Pressing one to pay three, and renting for half a year, before and after, we received 3.5 million 505,000 yuan. Mo's mother said happily, plus the two million given by her son, there are more than five million in the bank, and she plans to use the money to repay the bank interest and leave her son a way out.

"Hey, Mom, our family doesn't only have more than 30 houses, how did it become more than 100 sets. Mo Wanqing asked suspiciously.

After hearing this, the other three all laughed, but blamed her for not knowing.

Mo Mo and Mo Ming, as well as the two elders, did not tell her that Mo Mo had made hundreds of millions, and the people in the village did not know, so it is estimated that only Mo Mo told his father inexplicably.

Mo Yao said happily: "Your brother made one or two hundred million yuan playing with stones, and now he is already a rich man", now he and his wife can be said to admire his son, and they are very proud, anyway, his son is up to him.

After a while, Mo Wanqing reacted, and said ecstatically, "Wow, so that's the case!" turned his head to look 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 that her younger brother had earned 20 million before, and he would not make a fuss if he made hundreds of millions more.

Now she spends money, which is more generous than before, she has a pile of money in her drawer, more than 10,000 yuan, which is what her brother spent on her in the first two months, but after two months, except for the expenses of buying vegetables and daily necessities, she didn't spend much, less than 1,000 yuan.

In other words, in two months, she could spend 200 yuan too much, and she didn't dare to buy meat and snacks.

At lunchtime, Mo Yao called the big guy's family, and the two old men had a meal together.

The two families eat, chatting while eating, and laughing lightly.

Early the next morning.

Although it was winter in December, Greentown was still warm.

In December, it can't stop the crazy growth of vegetables in the vegetable garden, they are still so delicate, the peppers are red like fire, and the cucumbers are so green that they want to hang down.

Maybe only the lawn in the courtyard is slightly yellow, and in the lawn, there is a piece of land of a few square sizes, which has been smoothed out by Mo Mo Lianwu, the ground is bare, and only a few withered yellow grasses are struggling to grow tenaciously.

"Whoop Woohoo ......"

Mo Mo got up on time, wearing sweat coats, cloth shoes, and shorts, and practiced martial arts in the courtyard early in the morning, panting steadily.

Mo Yao watched his son boxing in the yard, kicking his legs, locking and roaring, elbowing and even spinning and rolling and chain legs, he couldn't figure out what kind of move this was, whether it was a grappling hand or a military fist, anyway, he watched it with relish, and he didn't know who taught him this, most of them he learned from the Internet, anyway, it was much better than the street show.

That's fine, if you have money, you have to learn to protect yourself, or Mo Yao is really afraid that bad people will rob his son.

Mo Yaomei smoked and watched his son boxing, and his son also trained his muscles, and the six-pack abdominal muscles in his stomach were obvious, but he was stunned.

Mo Yao used to see his son boxing, it was not so complicated, so fierce, he thought it was just him playing, but now it seems that his son is practicing martial arts and is very powerful, sometimes the boxing speed is extremely fast, a few punches a second, and he feels very powerful.

"Your brother practices martial arts every day?" Mo Yao saw that his daughter had just gotten up and asked.

"Basically practice every morning, who knows what kind of neurosis he has, what madness, it is estimated that he is a monkey. Mo Wanqing stopped and pursed her mouth, her younger brother is getting better and better in martial arts, but she gets tired of watching too much.

"Okay, wipe off the sweat, it's cold in the morning, don't train your body. "Mother Mo saw her son sweating like rain, his clothes were soaked, he used to be fine when he practiced, why is it that the more he practices now, the more crazy he becomes.

Mo Mo didn't seem to hear it, and punched for a few more minutes before he stopped, took the towel in his mother's hand and wiped his sweat.

"Don't take a shower right after practicing, or you won't get rheumatism, and you'll be sore when you're old. Mo's mother said with concern, and simply grabbed the towel and helped her son wipe the sweat on his back.

"Yes, I know. Mo Mo grinned, enjoying his mother's sweat.

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

In his previous life, he didn't listen to the advice of his parents, he felt that his parents were too verbose, thinking that he was in good health when he was young, who knew that over the years, when others reached the age of twenty-six or seventeen, they often had backache and could not be cured by various treatments such as acupuncture and massage.

Mo Mo waited for his mother to help him wipe the sweat on his back, and took the handkerchief to wipe the sweat himself.

His piano and fighting skills have been more than 100 percent, and his beginner martial arts have entered the intermediate level, and the piano has also entered the advanced level.

The system explains that diligent and hard work can also be upgraded, but after upgrading, there is no system to instill the ability to master upgrade skills quickly.

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

There is no sparring in martial arts, in fact, it is just playing a single-player game, and the actual combat is much worse. Mo Mo planned to ask the carpenter to make a stake for practicing boxing and buy a sandbag to come back, in fact, it would be better if he could find someone to practice.

His ability to resist fighting is too poor, Mo Mo can't think of any good way to train this, and his body is too weak to withstand heavy hits.

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

After Mo Mo's parents had breakfast and rested for a while, they went out to find a quarantine neighbor and hired someone to help harvest the sugarcane.

Mo Mo looked at the back of his parents leaving, and looked back at his childhood in his previous life, and harvesting sugarcane at home was perhaps the busiest and happiest thing for the whole family.