The Lingnan Mohist clan belongs to Tianmu Peak. Legend has it that Tianmu Peak is benevolent to the Mohist family, so they have such an unwritten rule that every Mohist family and Mohist disciple must focus on collecting information on various people and equipment in the world.
They are a large Shiji family, but in reality they are just collecting samples for Tianmu Peak.
The current head of the family, who is over sixty years old, is respected by everyone as Duke Mo. He originally had three sons, and the one whom Duke Mo valued most was the second, Mo Shouting, who was Mo Shuruo's father. However, thirteen years ago, the third and second son
They passed away one after another, and now only the ambitious boss is left. Although Mr. Mo has been unwilling to express his position, anyone with a discerning eye will know at a glance that Uncle Mo will definitely become the next head of the family, and this little girl under twenty has a peaceful nature.
Without Duke Mo's protection, he might not be able to defeat his cunning uncle, and there would be another bloody storm in the future.
Speaking of which, it had been four days since Mo Shuruo returned to Qing'an City of the Mo Family in Lingnan. As soon as she stepped into the city, an old housekeeper who was over fifty years old hurried over with a few boys. It turned out that he came here on the order of Duke Mo.
I have been waiting to pick her up for a long time.
Speaking of this old housekeeper, she can be regarded as half a relative of Mo Shuruo. He watched Mo Shuruo grow up and treated her as his own grandson. The friendship between them was unmatched by others.
"Miss..." The old housekeeper looked at the radiant woman, and unknowingly tears filled his eyes. Thinking of the fact that after the death of the second master and second wife, the young lady had been autistic for many years, he sighed in his heart: The optimistic and uplifting woman back then
The little girl is finally back!
Mo Shuruo got off his horse and supported him, "Uncle Qi, I haven't seen you for a few years. How are you doing?"
The old housekeeper wiped away his tears and joked, "How dare you not be in bad health when you have a young lady worrying about the little old man." The boy led the horse by himself, and the old housekeeper just calmed down his emotions, his weather-beaten face was filled with joy,
"It's good to come back, it's good to come back... Let's not talk about it for now, the master is still waiting at home, so go back."
Mo Shuruo replied with a smile, and the two of them got on the carriage parked aside. After turning two streets, they saw that the bustling market was still the same as before.
Qing'an City is located in the southwest and is the second main city of Yuankang. Although it is close to Fengxin, it has not been troubled by the war. The war is in full swing outside, but the people here still live and work in peace and contentment. There is no need to think too much about the reason, just because the Mohist family is here
.The Mohist family, which has a great family and great business, dare not mess with good or evil in the world, not even the current rulers of the Eight Kingdoms.
The Mohist family was born only for justice in the world, and its existence is only good and not bad. The cowardly hearts of the eight countries also have the intention of subduing them. After all, the information held by the Mohist family will always be the most complete collection of information in the world.
The carriage soon stopped in front of the gate of Mo's house. She looked at the porch and felt as if she was in another world. Only when the old housekeeper behind her urged her, did she take steps to walk in.
After turning around the familiar corridor and entering the front yard, all the cousins and sisters in the hall gathered around and talked in a variety of ways.
"Suruo, you are back."
"It's great that you are finally back."
"Shuruo, I miss you so much."
She was flattered and looked at the strange young faces in front of her. When she heard the old housekeeper whisper who was her third uncle's sister and who was her uncle's adopted daughter, she remembered that she had seen such people before and quickly smiled.
Come on, nod politely in response.
In the lobby, he saw an old man in dark green clothes sitting on the main seat. Mo Shuruo was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked a few steps and knelt down heavily when he came to him, "Grandpa, I'm back."
The old man in the hall has gray hair. Although he is a little older, he is full of energy and has a very majestic face. Just sitting there, he is not angry or intimidating. Even if someone he is not familiar with looks at him, he will lower his head and pay tribute.
a bit.
Mo Shuruo's parents died early in the line of duty, his third uncle Mo Shouzheng had no heirs, and his eldest uncle Mo Shouzheng's wife was infertile. Mo Gong had only one direct granddaughter behind him. Although he had been pampered since childhood, he had to give her away for the sake of future generations of the Mo family.
Tianmu Peak. Thinking of some old things, it was inevitable that her mind would be agitated. Mr. Mo stretched out his hand to help her get up, with tears flashing in his eyes, "Come here and let grandpa take a look."
The two aunts next to her helped her forward with a hurried smile. After Mo Gong looked at her, he sighed: "We haven't seen her for several years, and she has grown into a big child."
She burst into laughter and said, "I'm almost 20."
"In Grandpa's heart, no matter how old you are, you are still a child."
She smiled and asked, "How is grandpa doing?"
Aunt Mo Zhao stepped forward and said with a smile: "The old man has a strong body."
Third Aunt Mo Wu said: "No, I shouted to get on the horse a few days ago. Although my legs hurt and I lay down all day, I heard that you were coming back, so I insisted on getting off the ground now."
Mrs. Mo Zhao raised her elbow and hit her secretly. Mrs. Mo Wu immediately looked at her and said, "What did you do to hit me?"
Mrs. Mo Zhao pulled her back and whispered: "Shu Ruo just came back, why are you talking about this!"
"I'm not..."
"Shu Ruo." Ignoring the argument between the two women, Mr. Mo patted her hand and asked, "Did your graduation go well?"
"……Um"
Feeling the calloused palms, Mo Shuruo's eyes were filled with tears and he could only hold his hand tightly and nodded vigorously.
"Shu Ruo..." Mr. Mo looked at her who lowered her head and called softly.
She shook her head and said nothing. In fact, it was just because she was choked and did not dare to speak. This was her only relative, but she had not seen her for five years. Mr. Mo was old and could withstand a few more five years.
Duke Mo turned to him and said, "Remember to go to the ancestral temple to meet your parents later."
She still nodded, "Yeah..." But she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and the hot drops were hitting the back of his hand.
"You guys go out first."
The two daughters-in-law did not dare to disobey, so they bowed and left, taking everyone in the outer hall with them. As soon as the door closed, Mo Shuruo knelt down at his feet and burst into tears.
Mr. Mo sighed and patted her back gently, "How old are you to make people laugh at you? Stop crying and be obedient."
"Well..." He answered like this, but he still couldn't hold back his tears. After holding it back for a long time, he finally burst into tears, "Grandpa... I miss you so much... You are too cruel to stop even once."
Come and see me, I’m bullied and I don’t dare to tell you... wu wu wu..."
After sending Mo Shuruo to Tianmu Peak, in order to change her tendency to rely too much on him, Mr. Mo was cruel and did not see her for five years. Although he often asked acquaintances to inquire about her news, he still visited her every day and night.
In concern. When he thought of those years, Mr. Mo couldn't help but sigh. Although he had suffered a lot in the past five years, looking at her growth and changes now, he still felt that it was worth it.
He reached out and patted her back, and finally showed a smile. "Grandpa did that for your own good. Besides, when you were bullied, didn't you handle it well without grandpa around?"
Mo Shuruo suddenly raised his head, with a look of grievance on his face and cried loudly, "You all know - you know you didn't even come to see me at that time... Wow ah ah ah..." She fell back on his knees and cried even more embarrassingly. "
Grandpa, you are a big liar, wuwuwu..."
The breeze outside the window was gentle, like the early spring of the year she left.
Five years ago, Mo Shuruo was fourteen years old. Due to the shock of her parents' death, her character became very autistic. When Mr. Mo sent her on the boat to Tianmu Peak, he blindfolded her and told her to hide and seek.
Thinking back to that time, she still felt sad.
When the ship weighed anchor, she was still lying on the side of the ship stupidly, counting from one to a hundred. After a hundred, the desperate feeling of being abandoned is still unforgettable.
She didn't blame him, because that person was her only support in the world. She knew that grandpa would not lie to her. He would always wait for her where she was, and one day, she would find her back with her own strength...
…
But that day has come, so the pain of the past has been completely let go in this cry of resentment.
The late autumn in Lingnan is not cold, and there is a warm sun almost every day. It was close to noon, and Mo Shuruo came out of the ancestral temple and spoke to the memorial tablets of his parents for half an hour. His mood had slowly recovered. She could leave.
I just hope that the redness and swelling in my eyes can go away as soon as possible, so as not to worry me when I see my grandpa again later.
When passing by the garden, I met a little boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. He lowered his head and bumped into her. Because he ran too fast, he sat down on the ground again. Mo Shuruo was not angry yet, but he yelled first.
Voice: "Who is it!!"
Mo Shuruo was amused in his heart. He knelt down and reached out to pinch his chubby cheeks, "I said you little brat, you hit me first. How dare you speak so loudly?"
"You are the brat!" He escaped from Mo Shuruo's claws and quickly turned over to get up, looking at her up and down with his big eyes. "Who are you?"
Mo Shuruo stood up and said, "You have asked me twice, but who are you?"
He is the little bully in this house. No one dares to offend him. Now that a stranger suddenly appeared, he was a little at a loss. "I don't know you." After saying this, he ran away without looking back.
Uncle Mo smiled nonchalantly and walked towards the backyard and the inner hall.
After turning a few garden corridors, there was already a little noise in the inner hall. The girl at the door saluted her and told her that Mr. Mo was waiting for her to eat. She hurriedly walked into the room, greeted everyone, and sat down at the long table next to Mr. Mo.
The first person on the right. Maybe it was because she hadn't been home for many years and needed to see her relatives. Maybe it was because Duke Mo felt sorry for her that she was always alone, so he put these seven aunts and eight aunts together in one room. But she didn't care, in this world
, it’s enough for her to have her grandfather.
As soon as I sat down, I noticed that the little kid I met in the backyard was sitting in the front seat across from me. No one else dared to use their chopsticks. He was burying himself in the bowl and gnawing on the chicken legs, not caring about the few people sitting under the long table watching.
The little girl with shining eyes.
Seeing her looking at the little boy, Mr. Mo smiled and said, "This is Mo Chuan, the young apprentice accepted by grandpa. You don't recognize him." After speaking, he asked Mo Chuan, "How does the food taste tonight?"
Naturally, his mouth was full of oil and he nodded with satisfaction.
It seemed that Mr. Mo doted on this little kid very much. Mo Shuruo felt a little sad in his heart and urged: "Grandpa, let's eat. I'm hungry too."
Seeing him nodding, everyone started to use their chopsticks. The little girls devoured their food even more, as if they wanted to make up for the fact that Mo Chuan had eaten more than they did. They couldn't even stop their own mother from scolding them in a low voice, so they had no choice but to let them go.
.
During the meal, Mo Shuruo asked about Xiang Jingyi.
Duke Mo frowned and said: "Nowadays, the world is unfair, and several wars may occur in one day. Although our Mo family has a strong manpower, in fact, everyone is responsible for different things, and each one cannot be fully covered. Let Jing Yi accompany the Southern Protector Army.
There are several reasons for taking this trip, one is to pay attention to the historical facts of the Fountain War, and the other is to help refugees escape."
Mo Shuruo said: "That's it." She suddenly put down the bowl and chopsticks and said solemnly: "Grandpa, I also want to do something for the Mo family."
"Well, don't be in a hurry these days. You should set aside some time to read books and understand the world's trends."
"I have long understood the power of the world." She was eager to give it a try, "How can people from the Mo family waste time on unnecessary things."
"Oh?" Hearing the sound, Mr. Mo put down his silver chopsticks, thought for a moment, and said, "Shu Ruoke, do you still remember Uncle Baiyue you met when you were a child?"
She thought for a while and said truthfully: "I remember it, but I haven't seen him for so many years, so my impression is very shallow."
Duke Mo nodded, indicating that he had already guessed it and did not care about her answer. "The Baiyue Marquis of Xinling has always been on good terms with our Mo family. If anything happens, grandpa will naturally help. Your uncle wrote a letter the day before yesterday, saying that it is the land of Baiyue.
There has been a lot of trouble recently, and the remains of the late king and princess often disappear in the mausoleum, and the strange thing is that the tomb door of this mausoleum is still open from the inside."
As soon as these words came out, some people present could no longer eat. The women all complained that they were feeling unwell and left the table one after another. Several cousins also said they were full and hurriedly left the table. After a while, only the three of them were left at the dinner table.
Mo Chuan suddenly raised his head and asked: "Could it be that the Lord of Baiyue, who has been dead for hundreds of years, has been resurrected..."
Mo Shuruo was surprised at first that this boy was actually listening, and then rejected his words, "It is impossible for a dead person to come back to life. Even if he does come back to life, he will not be the same person again."
He came over again and said with wide eyes: "Can't live? Does that mean they are not dead at all?"
Mo Shuruo's head was covered with black lines, "Mo Chuan, your head is almost in my bowl, do you still want me to eat?"
Mr. Mo held the wine bowl and smiled, "This boy."
Mo Shuruo raised his hand to rub his head, but Mo Chuan avoided it in pain, sat back on the bench and stared at her fiercely from the other side.
"This matter is difficult. Grandpa has no idea at the moment and has not found the right person to deal with it. If you are really interested, grandpa would be happy to ask for it. After all, it can be regarded as a training for you."
Mo Shuruo nodded eagerly, "I will go to Baiyue in a few days."
"That's fine."
As he was talking, Mo Chuan suddenly said, "That's right!" When the two of them looked at him, the boy actually pointed at Mo Shuruo and said, "Grandpa, who is this aunt? How come you never
never seen it?"
Mo Shuruo's face was filled with dark lines, "Aunt..."
Mr. Mo smiled helplessly and said: "What a mess you are, she is grandpa's granddaughter, you have to call her sister from now on."
Mo Chuan bit his chopsticks with an innocent look on his face. "Oh, but where did she come from?"
Mo Shuruo wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his head, "I really want to ask this too."
Mr. Mo took a sip of the warm wine and smiled with a smile on his face, "You two are treasures sent from the sky. Grandpa also picked them up accidentally."
Mo Shuruo was once again covered in black lines, "Grandpa, what are you talking about..."
The head of the Mo family is in charge of more than 8,000 children of the Mo family. He is usually serious and majestic. At this time, he acted like an ordinary little old man, telling lies and joking at them...
Speaking of which, Mo Shuruozai carefully looked at Mo Chuan, who had a very plump face in front of him, with a look of jealousy and unwillingness. This kid has been living the life that should belong to her all these years...