The vendor smiled straight at Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun: "You two gentlemen, I'm really sorry for letting you see such an unbearable scene."
Seeing that Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun only frowned but did not ask questions, the vendor smiled bitterly, pointed at his head and said: "This woman has something wrong with her brain. She likes to talk nonsense every day. She calls herself the rich lady of the imperial capital, haha.
Haha... How could Miss Qianjin be reduced to being a village woman in our Mojia Village? Don't mind, please come this way."
The vendor led the way, and Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun walked hand in hand.
The two of them looked at each other, with a knowing smile that only they could understand.
Su Luo pulled Nangong Liuyun, and while looking at the Mojia Village, she asked the hawker seemingly unintentionally: "We are not interested in that woman's affairs, but your Mojia Village's history, historical sites, cultural heritage, famous officials, etc.
, can you tell us about it?"
Seeing that Su Luo was not angry with Bagua Wang Xiaohua, the vendor immediately beamed with joy and explained the long history of Mojia Village to Su Luo with a smile.
Su Luo really got some information from the vendor's words.
Mojia Village was moved here shortly after the death of Taizu. Over the years, the direct line of this bloodline has been passed down continuously. The eldest son of each generation will become the village chief of Mojia Village. Therefore, until now, the chief of Mojia Village
His bloodline is still very pure.
Su Luo thought that she couldn't find out the specific details from the hawker, but she still asked what the hawker's name was.
"My name is Mo Jiaqiang. I am of the same generation as Jia. If you really think about it, I am the same generation as our Majesty. You know, when our Majesty was the crown prince, his name also had Jia in it. Later, because of taboos,
So I changed it to Jia." The vendor said proudly.
Su Luo smiled and nodded: "It's awesome."
"That's right! If we, the people of Mojia Village, really talk about it, they are of royal blood!" Mo Jiaqiang was proud.
Su Luo asked as if unintentionally: "You have been in Mojia Village all year round? Don't you think there is no one who goes to live in the imperial city?"
Mo Jiaqiang said angrily: "Our ancestors have decreed that the children of the family can engage in business and practice, but they are absolutely not allowed to take scientific examinations, let alone be officials!"
Su Luo's eyes flashed slightly, she was not allowed to be an official? Did the ancestors of Mojia Village receive any stimulation in the imperial capital? In short, there must be something fishy about this matter!
Su Luo always thought that the Moh family was just the Moh family, but she didn't know that the Moh family was actually a branch of the royal family.
When Su Luo was about to ask detailed questions, a cold voice suddenly appeared from behind: "Mo Jiaqiang, you talk too much!"
A coercive, cold, threatening voice!
Su Luo subconsciously looked back. He was an old man, wearing a linen robe. He looked like an ordinary old man, but the aura with his hands behind his back and the sharpness in his eyes were not something that an ordinary old farmer could possess.
of.
Mo Jiaqiang subconsciously raised his head, and when he saw the old man in front of him, his face instantly turned pale: "Third uncle! Why are you here?!"
The third uncle glared at Mo Jiaqiang, then turned around, his eyes as sharp as a falcon swept over the faces of Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo indifferently.
At this moment, Su Luo had already taken off her mask, so her peerless appearance fell into the eyes of her third uncle.
The third uncle frowned even more tightly: "Who are they?!"
Mo Jiaqiang quickly explained: "These two guests came all the way from other places and traveled all the way to our Mojia Village.