Hua Xiaogu was naturally in a heavy mood. Who else could prove the identity of Ming'er's biological mother? Hua Xiaogu couldn't eat at night, so she returned to her room, washed herself early and went to sleep.
I tossed and turned all night. I wanted to take a look at Uncle Meng, but now I am afraid I am no longer in the mood. If I rush back to Beijing immediately, I still have a month to think of countermeasures. Now Ming'er's life, the Tian family's
The foundations are being shaken, and time is indeed urgent.
It wasn't until dawn that Hua Xiaogu fell asleep for about an hour. When she got up early in the morning, she felt her head was heavy. It wasn't until she finished washing that she felt refreshed.
The luggage that had just been unloaded yesterday was being packed into the carriage by servants today.
Hua Xiaogu walked to the hall. Tian Lanqing had just finished taking a bath, and her hair was still slightly damp, so she walked out.
"After driving for half a month, I didn't even let you have a good rest before starting off again." The depression between Tian Lan's green brows seemed to have dissipated a lot. He smiled slightly and said to Hua Xiaogu: "I can't follow suit either.
You go and meet your elders, it’s really..."
Hua Xiaogu patted Tian Lanqing's hand: "We have important matters tomorrow, and it's not like we won't have the chance to return to Xiaoyun Town in the future."
The two of them sat down to have breakfast, but this time even Yong'an, who has always had a huge appetite, ate several buns less. Everyone's expressions were not good-looking, and the atmosphere in the hall was still not good.
"Lan Qing, I think we should take a look at Mo Laojiu's grave before we leave." After finishing the meal, Hua Xiaogu said to Tian Lanqing.
Tian Lanqing was slightly startled and looked at Hua Xiaogu.
"After all, he is Ming'er's biological grandfather, so it would be nice to go and pay homage to him." Hua Xiaogu explained.
It would take less than an hour to scan the grave, and it wouldn't take long. Tian Lanqing nodded without thinking too much.
Steward Xue immediately ordered his servants to get ready. They rode in a light carriage and followed Yong'an's directions all the way to Mo Laojiu's grave.
This is a wasteland, and only vagrants, foreigners or beggars will be buried here. After all, if you are a native of Xiaoyun Town, you will naturally have your own ancestral grave and you can be buried in the same field as your ancestors. There are twists and turns along the way.
, Yongan walked in front carrying a small basket and leading the way. He had just been here yesterday, so he remembered this road very well today.
"This is it." When he reached a tombstone, Yong'an stood still and turned back to Tian Lanqing and Hua Xiaogu.
Hua Xiaogu looked at the lonely grave and asked Xiang Yongan doubtfully: "Didn't Mo Laojiu have a wife? Why not be buried with his wife?"
Yong'an shrugged helplessly: "It was all well-meaning people who helped arrange the funeral. Not to mention where his wife is buried, I don't even know if he has any relatives."
Hua Xiaogu's heart moved, and she suddenly paused: "...relatives?"
As he spoke, Hua Xiaogu caught a glimpse of an empty wine jar thrown on the ground next to the tombstone.
She pushed Yong'an away, walked to the empty wine jar, and picked it up. She put the jar in front of her nose and smelled it, then suddenly turned her head, squatted in front of Mo Laojiu's tombstone, and reached out to grab a handful.
I also put the soil in front of the tombstone under my nose and smelled it.
"Relatives! Mo Laojiu has relatives!" Hua Xiaogu immediately shouted out, stood up and looked at Tian Lanqing, pointing to the piece of soil in front of the tombstone: "Someone is worshiping him!"
