Upon hearing this, the old man's tears fell continuously, and he became even more distressed.
"I'm not dead yet, how could he be gone?"
He's still alive in this world, so how could his younger brother have left?
"My father wrote that letter and hid it in a tree hollow for fear of it being discovered. I didn't find it all these years until recently. The man I married broke the law, and we were exiled, which happened to be to the village."
Uncle, if you want to get rich, build roads first; if you want to avoid having porters in the future, you have to build roads. This is the only way.
If we want the porter profession to disappear completely, we need to build roads. Only when roads are built will those ancient Qiang people have no advantage whatsoever.
"Everyone knows we need to build roads, but how do we build them? You didn't grow up here, so you have no idea about the situation here. Without money, how can it be done easily..."
They also wanted to build roads, but it was too difficult; those were all cliffs and steep slopes, how could they possibly do it?
“Uncle, there was no road here before, but the porters made a road. We can also make a road. Otherwise, the porters would never be able to make a living, generation after generation.”
"A meteoric rise to heaven in one step" doesn't mean that advancement in one step leads to instant death.
Mo Yan looked at her uncle with a serious expression. If she wanted to build a road, she had to persuade the villagers, at least the porters. However, the village had a strong sense of clan, so Mo Yan had to persuade the village chief.
Mo Yan was quite certain that the other group of people were either from the ancient Qiang tribe or the Fifth Prince.
Speaking of which, the Fifth Prince was an old friend.
Back then, Mo Yan and her brother, along with the emperor and the fifth prince, were all fellow disciples. Their master was also a very powerful figure.
The events of that year were too complicated, which is why Nan Dahuo was able to take advantage of Mo Yan's marriage.
In Mo Yan's opinion, it was just a melodramatic soap opera, but everyone was very rational and knew what was most important to them, so it didn't turn into a Mary Sue story.
"I understand what you're saying, but what about the money? What about the manpower?"
The village chief was persuaded, but every word he said was true.
"It's good that Uncle agrees. We can take it slowly. Uncle, I'd like to ask the villagers to help build the kang (heated brick bed)."
It's started snowing here now, and it's very cold. A heated brick bed is a must; even with a goal, survival comes first. Since arriving here, Mo Yan has never considered leaving.
Isn't this place nice? Beautiful mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers blooming, perfect for my two sons to farm here.
"kang?"
The village chief told Mo Yan to get up. He said that, putting aside everything else, Mo Yan knew to come to him when she returned, which showed that she had some conscience.
Of course, he also knew that her exile must be due to some problem with her in-laws, which was something he didn't need to ask further.
Those who come here are from their village, aren't they?
"Yes, a kang (heated brick bed), the room will be very warm with a kang."
Mo Yan directly showed the village chief the blueprints she had prepared, so that no one would die in the winter.
Heavy snow has blocked the mountain pass, and they will be trapped there for the next two months, unable to get out at all.
"Will this work?"
"We use this in the north, otherwise it's very cold."
Mo Yan nodded. This was her way of showing sincerity to the village chief.
"Okay, I'll have them help you."
The village chief and Mo Yan agreed to start working on it the next day, and tonight they were to figure out a solution themselves.
Although she's my niece, I've never met her before. Who knows what will happen in the future?
When Mo Yan returned, she found that the concubines had already started a fire. The eldest son and the youngest son hadn't moved, so Mo Yan went over and kicked them. Both of them fell to the ground.
"Do you really think you're still the masters? Get to work! You're all going to be my daughters, not concubines. If they don't work, they don't get to eat."
As for you younger ones, you'll have to learn to work too. You're not here to enjoy yourself.
You could say that the two of them were the chickens used to scare the monkeys.
The two sons immediately got up from the snow and went to work.
The two daughters-in-law came over and asked Mo Yan what to do in the future.
"Mother, should we pool our money and see what we can do later? We've just arrived here and we need to find a way to buy food and blankets, otherwise how will we manage this winter?"
Gao's family sent silver notes that day, very discreetly. What they didn't know was that Mo Yan's silver notes were also there.
Although it was said to be a raid, when Mo Yan finished everything and they returned, everything was still there.
“It’s a good idea of yours. Tomorrow, the eldest son’s wife and those two scoundrels will go shopping together. The second son’s wife, you’ll stay at home and wait for the villagers to help set up the kang (heated brick bed). We’ll be back early.”
And those five women will be your sisters from now on, not your concubines. Make sure they marry well and find good husbands."
They followed them to this place, so we can't let them stay with that useless second brother forever.
“Mother, that’s what I think too. I’ve talked to my husband and them about it, and they said they’ll let us know when they meet the right person,”
Luo smiled and nodded at Mo Yan. Apart from the twin aunts, all the other women would get married.
"That's good. Go and rest today, you're all tired."
The village chief brought some blankets, and Mo Yan gave him some money so that he could sleep there for the night.
The next day, Mo Yan took her eldest daughter-in-law and two sons to town, accompanied by the village chief's eldest son. Mo Yan was very grateful, "Thank you, eldest cousin."
The two sons: "???" Suddenly there are two uncles?
"Okay, let's go, I'll take you shopping. We'll go early and come back early."
As for the sand and glutinous rice paste needed for making the kang (heated brick bed), they have them in their village.
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