When Meton and the villagers of the Mo Family Village arrived at the village, it was already dark. The journey of 50 miles made everyone tired, but the excitement in their hearts made them full of motivation.
Especially when they saw the fire at the entrance of the Mo Family Village, they couldn't help but feel warm in their hearts.
"You're back!" The villagers at the entrance of the village saw the convoy and shouted.
Instantly, a large number of villagers rushed out of the village. Some of them took over the convoy, and some handed over food and warm water.
"How was it? Did you sell the fish?" One-armed Uncle Wang came to Meton and asked in a trembling voice.
The other villagers were full of hope, but the villagers who took over the convoy were disappointed, because they found that there was not a single bag of food on the water cart.
"Didn't you sell it?" Some villagers were worried.
Meton didn't keep them guessing, and directly asked someone to open the water cart.
"Ah! Is this all food? "One-armed Uncle Wang was surprised.
"Of course, all 15 carts are filled with food." Meton said proudly.
"Great!" The villagers of the Mo Family Village cheered and ran to spread the news.
"Why did you put it in the water cart? What if the food spoils? "One-armed Uncle Wang said with a sad face. The other villagers were also sad, because the water cart was used to transport fish today, and it was still very wet, so it was not easy to store the food.
"What can we do?" Li Yi stepped forward and said, "We used the water cart, so there was no way to store the food. It was young master who came up with this idea, to let the food be directly poured into the water cart. The food on the top can be dried tomorrow, and the food on the bottom can be eaten tomorrow, so there is no waste at all. "
Indeed, there were more than 5000 people in the Mo Family Village, and the 15 carts of food would be finished in a few days.
The villagers of the Mo Family Village welcomed the team of fish back to the village like welcoming heroes. Tonight would be a sleepless night in the Mo Family Village, and every villager got their share of the food.
"Don't worry about it! Don't be reluctant to part with the food. In the future, when we sell fish every day, we will bring back food, and we will not be short of food in the future. "Uncle Fu said this on behalf of Meton after delivering the food to each family.
"Thank you, young master, thank you!" Widow Zhao and her teenage son thanked him profusely. Both mother and son were widows of martyrs. The mother was weak and the son was young. They did not have much income and relied on the Mo family's villagers to make a living.
Even so, he had always lived a miserable life. Now that he suddenly knew that he wouldn't have to starve in the future, happiness came too suddenly.
"Mom, I want to eat pancakes!" The teenage son stared at the half-filled bag of food and licked his lips.
"Okay, I'll make it for you now." Widow Zhao went to the kitchen with tears in her eyes.
Such families were very common in the Village of Mo. Soon, smoke rose from the chimneys of every family in the Village of Mo. Especially those villagers who participated in fishing and selling fish were all given 30 copper coins as wages. Their families were even more jubilant. After all, a monthly income was a good thing that they would never encounter in their whole life.
Chang 'an City.
Qin Qiong removed the heavy armor and couldn't help but feel weak. Mrs. Qin, who was behind him, was shocked and quickly went forward to support him.
"You! You're too stubborn. Your body can't take it, but you still don't want to give up on military affairs. Don't you remember what you've been through in the past? "Mrs. Qin scolded.
Everyone in Chang 'an City knew that Qin Qiong was weak, but no one dared to disrespect him at all. This was because all his illnesses were from his battles on the battlefield.
"Okay, my illnesses are nothing. Compared to those old brothers, I'm already very lucky." Qin Qiong said optimistically.
"You! You just don't take it seriously! "Mrs. Qin said angrily.
Then, she pulled Qin Qiong to the dining table and said, "Come, I'll give you a good nourishment today!"
A big bowl of turtle soup was placed in front of Qin Qiong. It emitted a tempting aroma and whetted his appetite.
Qin Qiong had been running around for a day and was already hungry. He couldn't help but eat in big mouthfuls.
"So good!" Qin Qiong didn't let go of the last mouthful of soup and put the bowl on the table heavily.
"Thank you, Mrs. Qin! It's rare to have such good turtle! "Qin Qiong's eyes flashed with tenderness.
Mrs. Qin blushed and said coquettishly, "I don't dare to take the credit. This is from the Village of Mo."
"The Village of Mo? Mo Lie's fief! "Qin Qiong said seriously.
"Yes, the steward of the Village of Mo, Fu, sent it this morning! Other than this turtle, there are also many fresh fish. "Mrs. Qin said.
"Oh, Fu is so considerate!" Qin Qiong said. Then he thought of something and said, "Oh, by the way, check if there's any extra food in the mansion later. Ask someone to send it to the Village of Mo. This year, the entire Guanzhong City was hit by a disaster. The price of food has skyrocketed. The Village of Mo must be having a hard time. It's a pity. If it weren't for Brother Mo's early death and Brother Mo Jiazi's refusal to bow down to those big headscarves, the Village of Mo wouldn't be having such a hard time."
Mo Lie and Qin Qiong knew each other in the past. Mo Lie was the commander of the Divine Craftsmen Battalion and Qin Qiong was the vanguard. Every time Qin Qiong went out to fight, Mo Lie would help him to pave the way. They were sworn friends.
It was just that Mo Lie's status as a disciple of the Mohist School had been ostracized by the literati and Confucian scholars. After the Great Tang was unified, many of Mo Lie's contributions had been glossed over by the Great Turbans. Otherwise, Mo Lie's noble rank would have been even higher. Even more infuriating was that when he was given land, the Confucian scholars had schemed against him, giving Mo Lie barren lands.
Qin Qiong knew clearly what happened to Mo Lie in the past and took good care of the Village of Mo.
"You don't know that the Village of Mo will not be short of food in the future." Mrs. Qin kept him in suspense.
"What's going on?" Qin Qiong was nervous. The villagers of the Village of Mo were all veterans of the Divine Craftsmen Battalion. If it was because of food, Qin Qiong knew how brave they were. If they did something out of line for survival, it would be very bad. After all, no one was a hero. For the sake of so many people in the Village of Mo, no one would take risks.
"What are you thinking?" Mrs. Qin rolled her eyes at Qin Qiong. As a couple for many years, she certainly knew what Qin Qiong was thinking.
Qin Qiong didn't keep Mrs. Qin in suspense anymore. He knew clearly that the Village of Mo was advertising in the whole Chang 'an City, that the live fish were selling well, and that they were buying food. Mrs. Qin was very careful. When Uncle Fu came to deliver the fish, she knew that Qin Qiong would not forget his former best friend and had been secretly paying attention to the people of the Village of Mo.
"The secret skill of live fish." Qin Qiong was stunned. He never thought that the Village of Mo would use this method to change its fate.
However, he was a little worried. Meton's advertisement did help the Village of Mo to resolve the crisis, but it also brought the Mo family back to the public's attention. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or not.
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