Master Mo participated in the imperial mausoleum project. Very few people know about this matter. Only a handful of people. Have these two people in front of you heard of it? Is it true or false?
Su Luo spread her hands: "Is this matter very secret?"
Chief Mo asked directly: "Do many people know about this?"
Su Luo said: "At least my elders knew it and told it to me as a story. But my memory was blurred when I was young. After you reminded me just now, I suddenly remembered it."
Village Chief Mo and Mo Jiaqiang looked at each other, with a complicated light appearing in each other's eyes.
Su Luo said: "Master Kanyu, who is famous all over the world, is not from your Mojia Village, right? I
I remember it’s the Jinghu Mo family.”
Mo Jiaqiang said: "Our ancestors migrated from the Jinghu Mohist family back then! Our lineage is the real direct descendant of the Jinghu Mohist family in Jiangyin."
Village Chief Mo wanted to stop it but it was too late.
Su Luo shook her head, with a look of disbelief on her face: "No, didn't you say before that your ancestors migrated from the Imperial Capital? Now why did it change that they migrated from Jiangyin Jinghu Lake? Which one of your words is that?
Which statement is true or false? I am so confused by you!"
Seeing the doubt on Su Luo's face, Mo Jiaqiang suddenly became angry: "We have always said to the outside world that the imperial capital was moved here, but in fact..."
"Shut up!"
A cold voice sounded!
When Mo Jiaqiang realized what he had said, he immediately fell silent and did not say a word.
At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps and a soft voice coming from outside.
The village chief's wife smiled and said: "Okay, okay, there is always a time when we can't talk properly. What does a vicious child do? Dinner is ready. Everyone, wash your hands and come over to eat."
Village Chief Mo took the lead and stood up and walked forward with his hands behind his back.
Mo Jiaqiang followed Village Chief Mo as if he had done something wrong and walked forward silently.
Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun looked at each other, and they both saw a hint of deep meaning in each other's eyes...
After sitting down, the village chief's wife was full of enthusiasm and attentiveness. She kept picking up food for Su Luo with serving chopsticks. She really liked Su Luo from the bottom of her heart.
Su Luo smiled and asked: "Village chief's wife, are you the only two in your family? Don't you have any children?"
The village chief's wife smiled bitterly: "How come we don't have children? We have seven sons in total. It's just that the children are all grown up. After they got married, they were given new houses and moved to the east end of the village."
Su Luo snorted, smiled faintly, and then asked the village chief's wife about their son.
The village chief's wife also answered them one by one, and at the end she asked Su Luo with a smile: "Are you curious about them? If you want to see them, it's not difficult. You can ask them to see you later."
Su Luo smiled faintly: "That's not necessary."
The farm food is simple and unpretentious. There is no changing cups, and there is no interplay between glasses and dishes. After simply finishing three vegetables, three meat dishes and one soup, Su Luo proposed to continue looking at the old things. However, Village Chief Mo said that it was dark and he could not see clearly. He would wait until dawn tomorrow.
Let’s talk about it later.
Su Luo looked at the sky outside. It had not been long since nightfall, and it was just the beginning of nightfall.
The village chief's wife smiled and said to Su Luo: "Miss Luo has never lived in a village, has she? It's the same in the village. There is nothing else to kill time. They all go to bed early so that they can get up and work at dawn tomorrow."
Seeing that Su Luo was still standing, the village chief's wife smiled and pushed Su Luo into the house: "You must have walked a lot this day, aren't you tired at all? Come in and rest quickly, we will talk about the rest tomorrow."