Mu Tietou said: "Yes, my second aunt has prepared dry food. Many people doing farm work saw him coming to the county town. Didn't he return to your shop?"
"No!" Thirteenth Mother's face fell: "He must have run away again!"
Mu Yunhan and Gu Fenglin went to Meizhou early this morning. With Meng Jia's temperament, he must have chased them.
Others would not shed tears without seeing the coffin, but he was the only one who would not shed tears after seeing the coffin.
It's okay, let him see with his own eyes how loving someone is, so that he can completely give up.
Thirteenth Niang returned to the Merchant Pharmacy and hurriedly ordered a few capable men to come out: "Hurry up and catch up with your luggage, so that you can serve the young master, and don't come back. Please accompany him back to the capital."
After ordering his men to go out, he wrote an urgent letter and asked shopkeeper Lu in Meizhou to send someone out to pick up Meng Jia as soon as he saw the letter.
Time flies by.
Three days later, in the evening, outside Shoushan Town.
Several tribesmen surnamed Zhang drove their cattle and carried plows on their backs, singing folk songs as they walked back.
Suddenly, they heard a sharp roar, like something tearing through the air.
Then, someone screamed, fell to the ground, and screamed.
The rest of the people shouted: "Arrow! Arrow! Your head was hit by an arrow! It was shot through by an arrow!"
The unlucky man rolled his eyes upward in fright and fainted on the spot.
Only then did people discover that it was an arrow with its iron arrow removed, and it contained a letter.
As a matter of course, they sent this letter to Mrs. Mu Er and reported the matter.
Mrs. Mu Er opened the letter, took one look at it, put it away, and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just a prank."
He patiently comforted the frightened person and everyone dispersed.
Mrs. Mu Er walked back to the room alone, opened the letter, and after thinking for a moment, she threw it in the incense burner and burned it to ashes.
"Mother, mother..." Mu An heard the news and hurried back: "What's going on?"
"Someone is just playing a prank. They are probably jealous."
Mrs. Mu Er was sitting in front of the window doing needlework and called him over: "Come, sort out today's accounts and calculate the total."
Their habits are very good. They have to take care of the accounts every day. The workload is not heavy. Mu An completed it quickly, and the day's income and expenditure are now known.
The next step is to settle the general ledger. Mu An is patient and serious, and exchanges words with Mrs. Mu from time to time: "This year's expenses are expected to be larger than last year. There are a few people who have performed very well, and I want to help them get married and make a home..."
The mother and son discussed and finalized the charter. Mrs. Mu bit off the thread and gestured to Mu An with the bellyband in her hand: "Let's give it a try?"
Mu An's face turned red: "I'm a grown-up, why do I still wear this?"
Madam Mu Er looked at him with a smile: "One for each of you three. You are still a child. You always sleep under the quilt at night. If you put it on, you won't be afraid of freezing your stomach."
"Mom, Mom, I'm hungry..." Mu Ying ran in, burning with anger.
Mu An awkwardly crumpled her bellyband into a ball, stuffed it into her arms, grabbed her and cursed: "She doesn't look like a girl at all."
Mu Ying stuck out her tongue at him and said coquettishly: "Mom, the new student came back with a hare in his mouth. How about we roast the rabbit?"
"Okay, don't you want to try the bamboo wine your sister made? Let's drink and eat meat tonight."
Mrs. Mu Er picked up another half-embroidered bellyband and made some gestures on Mu Ying. She thought regretfully that she might not have time to finish the embroidery. (To be continued)