Chapter 17 I'll give you a stick of time, hurry up

He Zhiran was used to being cautious, and no matter where he went, he would observe first.

This observation is not important.

She found that most of the prisoners looked at the Mo family with hostility.

In order to confirm that he was not seeing things, He Zhiran rubbed his eyebrows and observed again, but it was still the same.

Some people even couldn't hold back and pointed in the direction of the Mo family and cursed loudly.

"Mo Jiuye, you are a jinx. You killed my father and brothers, and now you are trying to kill us."

"Mo family, I curse you to die a miserable death."

"If it weren't for you, how could our He family have suffered such an unprovoked disaster?"

“…”

As the people cursed louder and louder, the police showed no intention of stopping them.

The first thing He Zhiran thought of was that letting these people be exiled with the Mohists must have been arranged in advance by the dog emperor, with the purpose of making trouble for the Mohists.

However, she just couldn't understand why these people called Mo Jiuye a jinx?

It seems that with these people around, I won’t be lonely along the way...

Mo Jiuye listened to the curses from these people and tried hard to control his emotions so as not to get excited and attack those people.

However, he still wanted to see who was scolding him.

So, he took advantage of a strand of hair on his forehead to cover his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked towards the source of the sound.

There were a few people here that he did know, all of them were officials of the imperial court.

There is no doubt that those who were cursing were the families of those officials.

What is puzzling is why these people scold themselves?

Mo Jiuye's brain was working fast, wondering if he had any grudges with these people.

Soon, he determined the answer.

One of the officials was named He, who once served as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. When he was fighting at the border, it was this He Zhiyuan who was responsible for distributing food and fodder.

As a result, He Zhiyuan secretly withheld food and fodder for his own selfish desires. He wrote a letter to Emperor Shunwu, requesting a thorough investigation of the matter.

There was also Li Liang, an editor in the Hanlin Academy. Not long after he returned to the capital, Li Liang took the initiative to find him and wanted to marry his concubine's daughter to him as a concubine, but he rejected him on the spot.

Apart from this, he had no other contact with Li Liang.

Looking at the family that cursed the most, it was Fang Chuanzhou, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War.

Fang Chuanzhou once served as the Minister of War and had never had any grudge against Mo Jiuye.

He had the same doubt as He Zhiran: why did these people call him a jinx?

Could it be that when the emperor sentenced them, he also took himself in?

Just when Mo Jiuye was puzzled, his second sister-in-law Xie Fang ran towards the direction of the cursing with tears in her voice.

"Dad, Mom, Big Brother, Little Brother, how come you are also convicted?"

No wonder her family members who loved her the most didn’t go to see her off.

Mr. Xie's face was full of sorrow, but facing his daughter, he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Dad did something wrong and was punished by the Emperor."

"Dad, you're talking nonsense. The Xie family was clearly implicated by the Duke's Mansion. Why did you hide it from my sister?" Xie Ming's face was full of unwillingness. While speaking, he was glaring at Mo Jiuye who was lying on the wooden cart.

When Xie Fang was about to ask for clarification, Xie's father started to scold Xie Ming.

"Xie Ming, shut up! Is this the place to talk?"

Xie Ming glanced at his father unwillingly and closed his mouth helplessly.

The second sister-in-law is not unaware of these twists and turns, not to mention that so many people are watching the Xie family. Even if she is anxious to know the truth, she cannot be in a hurry at this moment.

When Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran saw their second sister-in-law running to talk to her family, they pricked up their ears to listen carefully to the whole story. However, Father Xie was still cautious, and the two of them listened in vain.

I feel as helpless as my second sister-in-law. If I want to know what happened, I can only look for another opportunity.

Mrs. Mo was a steady person. When she met her in-laws, she nodded politely as a greeting, regardless of whether they liked her or not.

After the handover was completed, the officials symbolically went to stop those people from insulting Mohism.

Those people had not yet fully entered the role of prisoners, and they were very dissatisfied and angry at the officials' scolding.

You and I were arguing with each other.

In the eyes of the police, these people were like dead people, and they would never be tolerated.

Someone immediately took out the whip from his waist and whipped the people who were talking the most excitedly.

"I think you're tired of living. If you don't want to survive to the northwest, just say so."

The whip hit their bodies, and the pain instantly brought them back to their senses.

Looking down at their coarse linen clothes, which were even worse than those worn by ordinary people, they had to believe that their homes had been confiscated and they had been exiled.

Looking at the whip in the officer's hand, those people no longer dared to get angry.

However, he still stared at the Mo family.

The women of the Mo family, headed by Madam Mo, didn't even bother to look at the faces of those people.

This made those people feel like they were punching cotton.

The officer shouted, "While it's still early, let's get going immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a carriage coming from the direction of the capital.

"Wait a moment... please stay..." the driver shouted.

Everyone, including the officers, squinted their eyes and looked over.

The carriage soon stopped in front of the team.

The driver jumped down immediately and lifted the curtain.

Two people with their heads and faces tightly wrapped came out.

Judging from their figures, they were a man and a woman, and both looked a bit old.

As soon as the two got off the car, they searched the crowd and finally fell on He Zhiran.

He Yuanming took a few quick steps, took out a large silver ingot from his arms and handed it to the leading official.

He didn't seem to want to reveal his identity and spoke to the officer in a very polite tone.

"Could you please help me?"

The officer weighed the silver ingot in his hand.

"I'll give you a stick of incense, hurry up."

"Okay." He Yuanming responded and pulled Ling Xueyan and walked quickly towards He Zhiran.

When passing by Madam Mo, He Yuanming deliberately pulled off a little of the headscarf covering his face.

Madam Mo recognized the person and tactfully took the others away, leaving only He Zhiran alone.

Seeing her daughter in coarse linen clothes, Ling Xueyan's tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

She hugged He Zhiran's slender body tightly and choked with sobs: "Ranran, it's my mother who is sorry for you... Wuwuwu...

Mother shouldn't have joined your father in forcing you to marry into the Mo family... Wuwuwu...it was mother's fault..."

He Zhiran's parents were divorced in her previous life. Ever since she was old enough to understand, she has been like a burden in her parents' eyes.

I have never felt any family affection from them.

Now she was being held tightly in the arms of the original owner's mother. This feeling was very strange, but she didn't reject it at all.

He Zhiran raised and lowered his hand several times, and finally put his hand on Ling Xueyan's back and patted her lightly.