The matter passed just like that, seemingly having nothing to do with their village. However, Yang Erbao was once again all alone, and this time it seemed he truly had nothing left.
He wanted to go back and live with the old lady and her family, but she refused outright.
"Mother, I was wrong."
"No, I was wrong. Just like you said, you're all grown up now. You have your own family, and I, as your mother, can't control you anymore."
"You'll have to live on your own from now on, just don't forget to give me money for my retirement."
The old lady no longer has any feelings for her son, Yang Erbao.
He didn't believe her at all before, and he didn't believe that Hei Ya had bullied her.
Yang Erbao knelt down on the ground with a thud, making a really loud noise.
"Mother, I was wrong, I know I was wrong. It's all my fault, please forgive me."
"roll!"
Yang Erbao could only return to his own courtyard, which was now empty and devoid of anything. He had thought he and Hei Ya could live together, but who knew that Hei Ya had wronged him before... It was truly disgusting.
Yang Erbao cooked and worked alone. Later on, he didn't get any land; the old lady wouldn't give him any. He could only go to the dock every day, drifting through life in a daze.
One day, he fell into the water and was already dead when he was pulled out.
Yang Erbao was selfish and only thought of himself throughout his life. He lived a muddled life later on, not because he missed Hei Ya so much, but simply because there was no one to do his laundry and cook for him anymore, and no one to take care of him.
He spent all the copper coins he earned and didn't save a single penny.
Grandma Yang said directly that she would consider this son as non-existent and would not help with the funeral arrangements. She would ask Mo Yan to pay for the funeral and have her two sons and daughter handle the arrangements.
Dahua and Xiaohua are Yang Erbao's sons, so naturally they had to see him off at his funeral. The villagers were asked to help. Everyone was very grateful to Moyan for what had happened before, so they went to help this time as well. The funeral wasn't very lively, but it wasn't quiet either.
After their father passed away, the children were required to observe a three-year mourning period. Mo Yan felt this was just right, as Da Hua and Xiao Hua would be able to stand on their own after three years.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now, Mo Yan's paper workshop is doing very well, and people from the village have come to work there.
Mo Yan then told the village chief how to do it, and got the villagers to do it together. She started making inkstones.
We don't make many inkstones, only about a dozen a year, all of which are pre-ordered.
They built a large brick and tile house and also bought farmland.
The old lady's situation wasn't good, which made her deeply suspicious over the past few years.
Could it be that the master was wrong back then, and that Little Lucky Baby wasn't a baby, but a little grass?
Otherwise, how could their family have prospered after separating from the family and become wealthy, while their current family can only struggle to make ends meet with their few acres of land?
The old lady once thought of shamelessly asking Mo Yan to agree to let them make paper together, but Mo Yan refused, saying that anyone in the village could do it, but their family couldn't.
Nowadays, the paper from their area has a special name: blue paper.
The quality is good, and the price is not high. Even ordinary families can buy one or two sheets to give to their children for early education. More importantly, Mo Yan has also made toilet paper that is so soft.
This is their most profitable business, and now everyone has some savings.
Of course, Mo Yan was doing business with the county magistrate, who provided her with the recipe and method, and she only received a small share of the profits.
This small share of equity is enough to ensure they have no worries about food and clothing.
The children have grown up. Dahua and Xiaohua are preparing for their next exam this year, and Xiaohua plans to stop studying and only want to pursue what interests him.
Xiaohua really just wanted to study; he didn't want to take the imperial examinations. He wanted to do research.
Mo Yan also supports it; whatever the child does is fine with her.
Xiaocao has been learning embroidery and also studying other things with Xiaohua.
As for Dahua, he loves reading and even wants to ask his mother for an imperial decree when he goes to high school.
That year, Da Hua and Xiao Hua both passed the imperial examinations and became Xiucai (a successful candidate in the lowest level of the imperial examinations). Later, they became Juren (another successful candidate in the highest level of the imperial examinations), with Da Hua ranking among the top performers.
Dahua stopped and prepared to take the exam again in three years.
In the year Xiaocao sixteen, the weapons they developed astonished the capital.
A junior general was sent from the capital, also to take Xiao Hua to the capital to take up a post.
After discussing it, Dahua and Xiaohua decided not to report Xiaocao's name, as a way of protecting her.
They were afraid that if Xiaocao's name was revealed, she would be harmed, but Xiaocao didn't think anything of it; she just liked to do research.
Moreover, she is no longer a naive little girl who understands everything; she understands that this is a form of protection.
Xiao Cao also likes to play the flute. Mo Yan made a flute for her and taught her how to play it. The flute is also her weapon.
Little Grass's dream is to travel the world with a sword, all by herself and with just a flute, to see how big the world is. But her mother said that she has to wait until she can beat her. It's a long and arduous journey.
When the young general arrived, Guai Bao recognized him immediately. It was the little kid that Xiao Cao had saved back then, and his face was not much different from before.
After testing her and confirming that Xiaocao no longer had that memory, she ran off to impersonate her original savior.
"Hey, do you remember me? I saved you here back then."
The young general stopped and turned to look at Yang Moran.
"Who are you?"
“I’m your darling. You’ve forgotten who saved you back then. I saved you here, and you gave me twenty taels of silver.”
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