The vendor smiled at Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun, "My two guests, I'm truly sorry for letting you witness such an unbearable scene."
Seeing that Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun only frowned but didn't ask any questions, the vendor gave a wry smile and pointed at his head, saying, "There's something wrong with this woman's brain. She loves to talk nonsense all the time, always shouting that she's the daughter of the imperial capital. Hahahaha... How could a daughter of a wealthy family end up being a village woman in our Mo Family Village? Don't mind me, both of you. Come on, come on, this way, please."
The hawker led the way in front, and Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun walked hand in hand.
The two of them looked at each other, and a knowing smile appeared in their eyes that only they understood.
Su Luo pulled Nangong Liuyun along, looking around Mojia Village while casually asking the vendor, "We're not interested in that woman's affairs, but could you tell us about the history of your Mojia Village, its historical sites, cultural heritage, and generations of famous figures?"
Seeing that Su Luo was not angry with the gossipy Wang Xiaohua, the peddler immediately looked happy and explained the long history of Mojia Village to Su Luo with a smile.
Su Luo actually heard some information from the peddler's words.
Mojia Village was moved here shortly after Taizu passed away. Over the years, the direct line of this bloodline has been passed down continuously. The eldest son of each generation will become the village chief of Mojia Village. Therefore, the bloodline of the village chief of Mojia Village is still very pure until now.
Su Luo thought that she couldn't get any specific information from the vendor, but she still asked the vendor what his name was.
"My name is Mo Jiaqiang, and I'm from the Jia generation. If you really count, I'm of the same generation as our Majesty. You know, when our Majesty was the crown prince, his name also had the character Jia in it, but later it was changed to Jia to avoid taboos." The peddler said with some pride.
Su Luo smiled and nodded: "Great, great."
"That's right! People from our Mo Family Village, if you really think about it, have royal blood!" Mo Jiaqiang was very proud.
Su Luo asked casually, "You guys have been in Mo Village all year round? Doesn't anyone go to live in the Imperial City?"
Mo Jiaqiang said angrily, "Our ancestors have a decree that our descendants can engage in business and repair chains, but they are absolutely not allowed to take the imperial examinations, let alone become officials!"
Su Luo's eyes flickered slightly. Not allowed to be an official? Did the ancestors of Mo Village suffer some kind of trauma in the imperial capital? In short, there must be something fishy about this matter!
Su Luo always thought that the Mohist School was just the Mohist School, but she didn't know that the Mohist School was actually a branch of the royal family.
Just as Su Luo was about to ask in detail, a cold voice suddenly appeared from the side: "Mo Jiaqiang, you talk too much!"
A voice of coercion, indifference, and intimidation!
Su Luo subconsciously looked back. It was an old man in a linen robe. He looked like an ordinary old man, but the aura of him with his hands behind his back and the sharpness in his eyes were not something an ordinary old farmer could possess.
Mo Jiaqiang subconsciously looked up and saw the old man in front of him. His face turned pale instantly: "Third Uncle! Why are you here?!"
Third Uncle glared at Mo Jiaqiang, then turned around and swept his hawk-like eyes coldly across Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo's faces.
At this moment, Su Luo had already taken off her mask, so her peerless beauty fell into the eyes of her third uncle.
Third Uncle's brows furrowed even more tightly: "Who are they?!"
Mo Jiaqiang quickly explained: "These two guests came from far away, enjoying the mountains and rivers all the way to our Mojia Village.
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