Chapter 9

When Merton and the people of Mojia village returned to Mojia village, it was dark. The fifty mile journey makes everyone physically tired, but the excitement and excitement in their hearts make everyone full of power.

Especially when seeing the little fire at the entrance of Mojia village, everyone couldn't help but feel warm.

"Back!" Murakami shouted when he saw the convoy coming back.

In an instant, a large number of villagers poured out of the village. Some took over the convoy, and some handed over food and warm water.

"Well, have you sold the fish?" one armed uncle came to Merton and asked in a trembling voice.

The other villagers looked hopeful, but the villagers who took over the convoy were depressed because they found that there was no bag of grain on the waterwheel.

"Didn't you sell it?" some villagers were worried.

Merton didn't sell off and asked someone to turn on the waterwheel.

"Ah! These are all grains?" one armed Uncle Wang said in surprise.

"Of course, fifteen carts are full of food," Morton said proudly.

"Great!" the Mohist villagers cheered and ran to tell each other.

"How can it be loaded in the waterwheel! What if the grain is broken?" said Uncle Wang with a sad face. Other villagers also have a sore face. The waterwheel was just used to transport fish today. It is still very wet and it is not easy to preserve food.

"What's the way!" Li Yi went forward. "We're all pulling water tankers. There's no way to stack grain. The young master thought of this idea and asked him to pour grain directly into the water tankers. The grain on the top will be dried tomorrow. It's still good grain. The wet bottom will be eaten tomorrow. It's not wasted at all."

Indeed, there are more than 5000 people in Mojia village. Fifteen carts of grain will be eaten up in a few days. Do you still let them go bad?

The people of Mojia village welcomed the fish selling team back to the village like heroes. Tonight, Mojia village will be a sleepless night, and the villagers of each household will receive food.

"Eat at ease! Don't be reluctant. When you come back from selling fish every day, you will bring back food, and we won't be short of food in the future." fuber told me after delivering food one by one on behalf of Merton.

"Thank you, young master, thank you?" widow Zhao thanked her teenage son again and again. Both their mother and son are martyrs' widows. Their mother and son are weak and young. They don't make any income at all. They can live only by taking care of the Mohist villagers.

Rao is so. He usually has a miserable life. Now he suddenly knows that he will never be hungry again. Happiness comes too suddenly.

"Mom, I want to eat pancakes!" the teenage son stared at half a bag of grain and licked his tongue.

"OK, Wei Niang will make it for you now." widow Zhao went to the kitchen with tears in her eyes.

Such families are very common in Mojia village. Soon, cooking smoke came up in Mojia village, especially those villagers who participated in fishing and selling fish were given 30 Wen wages one by one, and the family was even more jubilant. After all, the consistent income in January is a good thing that can't be seen in a lifetime.

Chang'an City,

Qin Qiong took off her heavy armor and couldn't help but feel weak. Mrs. Qin behind her was startled and hurried forward to hold her.

"You are so brave that you can't stand it. You still don't put down military affairs. Don't you remember the sins you suffered before?" Mrs. Qin scolded.

Qin Qiong is weak and everyone knows it in the whole Chang'an City, but no one dares to be disrespectful to him, because he left his illness on the battlefield.

"Well, my diseases are nothing. I'm lucky enough compared with those old brothers." Qin Qiong said optimistically.

"You! It's nothing!" said Mrs. Qin with hatred.

After that, he pulled Qin Qiong to the table and said, "come on, I'll make it up for you today!"

A large bowl full of turtle soup was put in front of Qin Qiong, emitting an attractive fragrance, which made people's appetite open.

Qin Qiong has been running all day. She is already hungry. She can't help eating.

"How comfortable!" Qin Qiong did not let go of the last mouthful of soup and put the bowl heavily on the table.

"Madam, you have a heart! Such a good turtle is rare!" a trace of tenderness flashed in Qin Qiong's eyes.

Mrs. Qin blushed and said angrily, "I don't dare to take credit for it. It was sent by Mojia village."

"Mo family village? Mo lie's fief!" Qin qiongning said again.

"Well, Ah Fu, the housekeeper of Mojia village, sent it this morning! In addition to this turtle, there are many fresh fish?" said Mrs. Qin.

"Oh, Ah Fu has a heart!" Qin Qiong said, remembering something at random, "By the way, wait and see if there is surplus food in the house and let people send it to Mojia village. The whole Guanzhong has been hit by disasters this year, and the food price has risen sharply. The life of Mojia village must be difficult. It's a real pity. Either old Mojia died young, and because it was the children of Mojia who refused to bow their heads to those big headscarves, the life of Mojia village would not be so difficult."

Mo lie and Qin Qiong knew each other at that time. Mo lie was the commander of the magic camp and Qin Qiong was the vanguard. Whenever Qin Qiong went to war, Mo lie helped Qin Qiong pave the way for charge. They can be said to be friends of life and death.

However, the identity of Mo lie's disciples was excluded by those scholars and scholars. After the unification of the Tang Dynasty, many of Mo lie's contributions were taken by those big headscarves when he was rewarded on merit. Otherwise, Mo lie's title would be higher. What's more annoying is that when he was enfeoffed, he was Yin by Confucianism, and the land distributed to Mo lie was barren land.

Qin Qiong knows everything about Mo lie in those years and takes good care of Mo family village.

"You don't know that. I'm afraid there will be no shortage of food in Mojia village in the future?" Mrs. Qin sold it and said.

"What's the matter?" Qin Qiong's heart tightened. The Mojia village was full of veterans retired from the magic camp. If Qin Qiong knew their bravery because of food, it would be very bad if she did something special to survive. You know, a penny can't defeat the hero. For so many people in the Mojia village, it's hard for some people to take risks.

"Where do you want to go?" Mrs. Qin glanced at Qin Qiong. As a couple for many years, she certainly knew what Qin Qiong was thinking.

Mr. Qin no longer played tricks. He clearly told Qin Qiong about the advertising of Mojia village in the whole Chang'an City, the hot sale of live fish, and even the purchase of food. It can be seen how meticulous Mrs. Qin is. When Fu Bo came to the door to deliver fish, she knew that Qin Qiong would never forget his best friend and had already secretly paid attention to the people in Mojia village.

"The secret skill of living fish." Qin Qiong was stunned. He didn't expect that Mojia village would reverse its fate in this way.

However, he was a little worried. Merton's publicity really helped the Mohist village resolve the crisis, but it brought the Mohist back to the attention of the public. I don't know if it's a good thing.

"Merton!" Qin Qiong said silently. He remembered the descendants of the old brother.