Dusk is cold

[Farming]+[Space]+[Heartwarming]+[Prosperity]+[Defeating Scum]
Mo Yan, reduced to ashes by an explosion, was reborn in ancient times,
becoming a little farm girl on the run from famine!
Above her, a kind and handsome Scholar father - not bad!
Below her, a lively and adorable pair of younger siblings - very good!
But really, she felt like dying all over again, you know?
On the run, going without food, drink, or shelter was one thing,
but to always guard against bad guys who might capture her to fill their bellies was another!
Luckily, her upgradable Space from the previous life followed her,
but what the heck - 
that amazing Space with mountains, water, and meat to eat had been formatted!
Faced with a desperate situation, Mo Yan reignited her fighting spirit:
So what if it's formatted, I'll still make a fortune and build my wealth right at the foot of the Imperial City!
Carving out mountains, planting orchards, buying shops, building houses... not one less!
But... there are so many green-eyed troublemakers!
Your farm is yours? Here, I'll trap you to death without discussion!
Want to be my stepmom? Fine, I'll send you a bunch of widowers!
Mother looking for you? Here, take the divorce papers, keep them, don't thank me!
...
What? A handsome man is proposing? Uh, this... should I throw myself at him?
PS: 1. Insist on farming without wavering + atypical domestic skirmish + no palace intrigue
2. The writing style is fairly serious, and values are normal (not excluding the occasional whimsy of the author)
Links to completed works:
[Abandoned Farm Girl: A Beautiful Countryside] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/527965.html
[The General's Legitimate Daughter Not to be Messed With] Link: http://read.xxsy.net/info/473776.html

Farm Girl's Manor

Everyone was startled, giving Mo Dashan strange looks. If Mo Dashan had tried to make an excuse, they certainly wouldn't have believed him, but since he had revealed the purpose of his late-night visit, they really couldn't suspect him anymore.


Mo Qingze walked over, patted his shoulder with a smile, and said, "I owe you thanks for tonight. If it hadn't been for you discovering the fire and calling for help in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."


Instead of succeeding in his plan to harm others, Mo Dashan was receiving their gratitude; he found himself at a loss for words, not quite able to identify the feeling in his heart. Glancing at the sincere face of Mo Qingze, his own face felt as if it were on fire. He pushed Mo Qingze away and turned to leave.


Mo Qingze just smiled, unperturbed, but his mood sunk again upon thinking that the arsonist had not been found.


Chapter 121 Who Set the Fire (3)_1