Mr. Tian stretched out his hand and helped Mo Ling into the carriage. After the two entered the chariot, it started moving again.
Lu Junming mounted his horse, sitting behind Mo Yan to protect her, and followed slowly behind the carriage. Mo Yan looked at the chariot in front and felt that there was something wrong. Mo Ling even took Mo Yan with her when she ran away from home, so why did she leave her alone now? Unless there was someone more important than her in that chariot.
Mo Yan had something on her mind, and didnât say a word, so Lu Junming asked, âWhy did you run away from home?â
âJust the usual. Itâd be nice if we could split families.â
Lu Junming sighed, âWomen have to follow the Confucian virtues. Thatâs a pipe dream!â
âNothingâs impossible in this world!â
Mo Yan often said that phrase to herself. Whenever she encountered difficulties, this was how she motivated herself.
In fact, aside from her, Lu Junming was also in a predicament he couldnât escape.
âYanâer, remember, no matter what, donât be a mistress in the future. You must become the official wife of the household.â
Mo Yan knew about his family. He had been thinking of his mother when he said this.
They arrived soon. Just as the chariot stopped in front of Moâs house, Mrs. Liang and the governing official greeted them from inside. If even he was notified, it seemed that the whole village knew about them running away from home.
Cao Zhang and Mr. Tian got out first, and Mr. Tian turned around to help Mo Ling out. Then, Lu Junming also dismounted and helped Mo Yan down.
Mrs Liang was about to insult them again but changed her words after the governing official reminded her, âWhere did you two go? Itâs so dark, you worried me!â
He also tried to help,âYour mother was so worried that she didnât eat anything, she was looking for you everywhere. She asked me to find people to look for you, itâs good youâre back! Everyone is still waiting for news at the threshing field! Iâll go talk to them.â
When he left, Mr. Tian came over and said to Mrs. Liang, âMrs. Liang, Miss Ling is a girl, and she is the eldest child of the family, so you canât hit her to often.â
Mrs. Liang still had some respect for Mr. Tian, ââand said with an embarrassed smile: âYes, yes, itâs my fault. I have a bad temper, and Iâm not good at controlling my anger.â
Mo Yan took her sisterâs hand and entered the courtyard. Mrs. Liang politely invited Mr. Tian and Cao Zhang to sit in, but they both refused. When they approached the door, Mo Ling turned to see Mr. Tian standing beside the chariot looking at her.
Mrs. Liang entered the courtyard, and said in a low voice, âThereâs food in the pot.â
Mo Yan dragged her sister into the kitchen, and the aroma of tea reached her. She saw a plate of meat jelly and the usual bowl of sauce on the dinner table. A small pot next to it was covered with a lid, and the aroma of tea came from there.
She opened the lid to find it filled with tea eggs.
âSister, hereâs a tea egg, try one.â Mo Yan picked up a tea egg and handed it to her sister.
Mo Ling peeled off the tea eggâs shell and took a bite: âSure enough, adding the tea leaves made a large difference. How much do you think one should cost?â
âAt least four dollars!â
Mo Yan went to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot on it, and inside was green bean and millet porridge. Usually, they had green bean soup or millet porridge. Today, Mrs. Liang cooked the two together. This was a very luxurious porridge.
She got two bowls and brought them back to the table. Mo Yan also peeled a tea egg and ate it. The lamb soup and crackers at noon had very large portions, so they werenât too hungry, but they were thirsty, so they mostly had the green bean and millet porridge.
âSister, you need to learn how to make tea eggs, salted duck eggs, and mumâs sauce!â Mo Yan said while washing up.
âIsnât this all just ordinary housework?â In Mo Lingâs eyes, all women from families like their knew these things, but Mo Yan knew Mrs. Liangâs sauce and salted eggs were unusual.
âNo, even Mrs. Cao wants to buy mumâs salted eggs, and even the shopkeeper who sells pork said it was delicious. Do you think this is usual? No, itâs unusual, and a business opportunity.â
âOkay, Iâll learn these as soon as possible! But youâre so smart, why donât you learn instead?â
âYou need it more than me. Just listen to me and learn it. Youâll have to rely on these skills in the future, and embroidery is just a pastime.â
Mo Lingâs embroidery skills werenât very good. She has been busy helping Mrs. Liang make money since she was a child, so she didnât have much time to practise.
Back in their room, Mo Ling habitually picked up her girdle again, and Mo Yan couldnât help but ask, âSis, who is this for?â Mo Ling was stunned for a moment, and then calmed down, âItâs just for myself!â
âWhat kind of husband do you want to find in the future?â
Mo Ling rolled her eyes at her, âYouâre just a child, why are you asking these questions?â
âAs the saying goes, a woman is afraid of marrying the wrong man, and a man is afraid of choosing the wrong career.â
Mo Lingâs face showed a hint of coyness, âOf course, he has to be more refined and gentle!â
Sure enough, sheâs fallen for that kind of person.
âSister, scholars might look gentle and elegant, but most people only see their good points, and few know their shortcomings. Theyâre rigid and boring. They only talk about rules and philosophy, and they donât know how to be flexible.â
âNonsense, is it useless for people to ask such university questions?â
âHave you heard of the saying, âAre you really a scholar if youâre useless?â If you canât become an official, you canât become a great philosopher, and youâll just be a hinderance.â
âThatâs illogical!â
âSis, weâre ordinary people. Having enough to eat and living a stable life is good enough for us. When you marry, the most important thing is that your husband treats you well. It doesnât matter whether heâs well-read or not!â
âI know!â Mo Ling answered very perfunctorily, and Mo Yan knew that she didnât take her words to heart at all.
âSis, can we buy some gifts in town tomorrow? I want to go to the Zhao family manor to see the storyteller who left because of me.â
âWhy? Heâs not a relative nor a friend.â
âHeâs talked about books all his life, and he must know more stories than I do. I want to recognise a master, so I wonât be questioned in the future.â
Since ancient times, people have always paid attention to people who have a master. Mo Yan didnât want to be asked about how she knew so many stories at such a young age.
âOk!â It doesnât cost much to buy two packs of regular dim sum anyway.
Mo Yan added, âDidnât mum say that there was a medical centre there too? Iâll bring the medicinal herbs with me to see if we can sell them.â
Mo Ling was interested in this and promised to go with her tomorrow when she returned from town.
In the early morning, Mo Ling still got up early to make fried pancakes, and Mrs. Liang had already calmed down. The two hadnât spoken since they came back last night.
When they were almost done, Mrs. Liang began to pack things on the cart, and Mo Ling handed over the money bag that was not handed in yesterday, âI used some money to buy meat, hereâs the rest. You donât have to go to town, just sort the medicinal herbs at home. Yanâer and I will go to the Zhao family manor in the afternoon to see if we can sell them.â
âOk.â Mrs. Liang drew out that word, indicating her agreement was reluctant.
Post-edit notes: If itâs not abundantly clear by this point, Mo Ling absolutely has a crush on Mr. Tian and itâs incredibly obvious to Mo Yan.