After the banquet was over, Gao Shilian and Meton left.
"That's ten thousand taels of gold. Won't Merton regret it?" On the way, Gao Shilian approached Meton and asked with a glint in his eyes.
After all, these Ink techniques had been invented by Modun, and even if Modun had accepted the money, no one would have been able to say anything. But Modun had been able to resist the temptation and obtain even more benefits and authority for the Great Tang.
Meton shook his head and said, "There's nothing to regret. Without the prestige of the Tang dynasty, would Tubo be so eager to give me money?"
Gao Shilian nodded. Meton indeed understood this point.
"Besides, Lu Dongzan doesn't have good intentions. I'm a subject of the Tang dynasty. If I accept foreign money without permission, wouldn't it be a matter of gossip?" Meton snorted coldly.
"Gossip is a fearful thing! Lu Dongzan does have bad intentions. "Gao Shilian suddenly realized.
"Lu Dongzan can't be underestimated. With this person working for Tubo, Tubo will certainly become stronger and stronger in the future and become a great threat to the Tang dynasty," Meton said seriously.
Gao Shilian nodded slowly.
"But now, Changle is almost sixteen. The betrothal gifts you promised still need to be prepared. Fortunately, the Old Man is very optimistic about you!" Gao Shilian said with relief.
It had to be said that Mo Jiazi was indeed a good match for Princess Changle. Even Gao Shilian could not deny this point.
"Ah!"
Meton said with a surprised face, "This kid has earned so much money for the imperial court. Isn't it enough?"
Gao Shilian smiled and said, "Public is public, private is private. Moreover, the imperial court has invested so much money into the disaster relief. When we return to the imperial court, there will be rewards. However, Merton probably won't care about that small amount of money!"
The rewards from the imperial court were naturally generous to ordinary people, but it was nothing compared to the betrothal gifts that Meton had promised.
Meton immediately felt his scalp itch. In other words, he had been busy for half a year, but in the end, he didn't get anything.
"I hope Your Majesty won't make things too difficult for me on account of my contributions!" Meton said expectantly.
On the second day of Murong Shun's ascension, Meton and Gao Shilian met up with Li Daliang and immediately left.
"Go!"
Moton urged his horse forward, and Shadowless galloped across the boundless grassland. He looked at the grass that was beginning to wither, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This trip to Tuyuhun might really come to an end.
The carriage traveled north and arrived at Lan Zhou City in less than two days.
"Mo Jiu, get ready. We will return to Chang 'an in three days," Gao Shilian instructed Meton at the city gate.
"Yes!"
Meton nodded. This time, it wasn't just the two of them who were returning to Chang 'an. There was also a considerable number of soldiers. Three days of preparation was already considered very short.
After watching Gao Shilian leave, Modun felt an itch on his scalp. Suddenly, he stopped and scratched his scalp involuntarily. His body suddenly stopped.
"Young Master, what's wrong?" Tie An sensed that something was wrong and couldn't help but ask.
Meton shook his head and said, "Return immediately and get Mo Wu here."
After the western expedition, Mo Wu didn't return. After attacking the Tuoba tribe, there were many injured soldiers. Mo Wu stayed here to continue treating them.
This was simply a surgery heaven. In a short period of time, Mo Wu's medical skills had improved greatly. How could he bear to leave? When the injured soldiers were almost fully recovered, Meton was about to return. Mo Wu prepared to return with Meton.
"Yes!"
Tie An immediately left in a hurry.
Not long after Meton returned to the Firearms Supervisor's camp, Mo Wu hurried over. After the Firearms Supervisor left, Mo Jiazi's younger brother moved in. The camp wasn't empty and Meton was used to it.
"Young Master, what's wrong?"
Mo Wu saw Meton sitting there with a worried expression and couldn't help but panic.
Seeing Black Five's arrival, Modun tried his best to squeeze out an ugly smile, "Little Five, I …"
Mo Wu's heart skipped a beat. Meton was the pillar of the Mo Family. If anything happened to him, the Mo Family Village would collapse soon.
"Young Master, what's wrong? Don't scare me! "Mo Wu trembled in fear.
Meton said with difficulty, "Young Master, I might … have a head lice!"
"What?"
Mo Wu and Tie An couldn't help but look at Meton in shock.
"I said, I have a head lice!" Meton gritted his teeth and said word by word.
"Oh!"
Mo Wu and Tie An immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong with that? I'm afraid that eight out of ten commoners will have lice. " Tie An said indifferently. After which, he scratched his head and grabbed a head lice. With a pinch of his fingernails, he crushed it.
Meton saw this and felt a chill run down his spine. When he thought of the same thing happening to his head, he couldn't help but feel disgusted.
Mo Wu consoled, "The army is on an expedition and Tuyuhun is short of water. Our army has many cavalrymen. How many soldiers in the army can't stand lice? Even the generals are no exception."
"Really?" Meton asked in astonishment.
Mo Wu patted his chest and said, "As for who it is, Mo Wu won't say. At least five generals have come looking for me to treat their head lice."
Meton felt a little better. After all, even the famous Wang Anshi was recorded in the history books with head lice. From this, it could be seen how common it was in the ancient times. He didn't believe that those generals who led troops in wars all year round would be any better.
Mo Wu went forward to check carefully and said with certainty, "Young master's head does indeed have lice. However, it should have been infected not long ago. There are only a few larvae at the roots of your hair. Young master, don't worry. Mo Wu has specially concocted some medicine for young master. In less than a month, the lice will be completely eradicated.
"A month?" Meton almost jumped up. He couldn't bear it for another day.
Mo Wu said with difficulty, "Young master, this is already the fastest time. If it was in the past, it would take at least two months to cure."
"No, before we return to Chang 'an, it must be cured." Meton said resolutely.
Mo Wu's face instantly turned ugly, "Then Mo Wu really has no other way."
"No, there is another way! It can completely eradicate the head lice in the shortest time possible. "Meton suddenly gritted his teeth and said.
"Really?" Mo Wu said with a face full of joy. One must know that in this era, having lice on one's head was an extremely common thing. If they could really eradicate the head lice in a day, to the medical world, it would be equivalent to discovering the cure for night blindness.
Meton looked at Mo Wu meaningfully and said, "Have you heard of monks having lice?"
"Ah! Young master can't be thinking of becoming a monk! "Tie An looked at Merton with a face full of shock.
"Scram!" Meton said unhappily.
Mo Wu instantly understood Meton's meaning and couldn't help but praise, "The head lice hides in the hair and the larvae latch onto the roots. Without the hair, the head lice will have nowhere to hide and the larvae will lose their habitat. Without spending a single coin, you can eradicate the head lice completely. This is a wonderful method."
"Young master, you can't. This is a scalpel type!" Tie An exclaimed. A scalpel type was a punishment that had been passed down through the ages. The ancients viewed the hair as their life and believed that the continuous growth of hair was a continuation of life. Cutting off one's hair was a great humiliation and harm.
Meton snorted in his heart. In the future, cutting one's hair was a very common thing. Meton did not feel any burden in his heart. Furthermore, he had long wanted to restore his short hair style.
Mo Wu also came to a realization and said, "The body, hair, and skin are all given to us by our parents. Not daring to damage them is the beginning of filial piety! This method cannot be followed! "
Meton waved his hand and said, "This is the way of Confucianism. We are the School of Mohism. Does the School of Mohism have a rule that forbids cutting one's hair?"
Mo Wu paused and said, "There isn't?"
"Or is it that cutting my hair will shorten my lifespan?" Meton asked again.
Mo Wu shook his head and said, "Of course not!"
Mo Wu studied medicine and naturally knew that this was a lie.
Meton proudly said, "The common people of the world are suffering from head lice. Because of your bad habits, there is no way to cure them. Today, this young master will set himself as an example to the common people of the world."
"Young master is indeed worthy of being the leader of the School of Mohism. You dare to set yourself as the leader of the world." Tie An said in admiration.
"Then what are we waiting for? Go and find the best hairdresser in Lan Zhou City." Meton waved his hand and said.
"Yes!" Tie An immediately replied and ran out! "
Mo Wu opened his mouth, but in the end, he did not persuade him. Seeing Meton's determined expression, he wisely shut his mouth.
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