Chapter 18 A Group of Beggars
She imitated the plot in the TV dramas in her previous life and comforted him softly.
"Mother, I'm just exiled, not going to die, please don't be sad."
It would have been better if He Zhiran hadn't said that. Seeing that his daughter had become more sensible than before, Ling Xueyan cried even harder.
Although He Yuanming didn't cry as loudly as Ling Xueyan, his eyes were also red.
He knew that time was limited, so he reached out and pulled Ling Xueyan to his side.
He said to He Zhiran sternly, "It is indeed your parents who have wronged you. You have to suffer such an unexpected disaster on the second day of your wedding."
As he spoke, He Yuanming took out a bulging purse from his arms and quietly placed it in He Zhiran's hand.
In addition, he stuffed a package of medium size into He Zhiran's hand.
The officials did not interfere, after all, they had already received benefits from others.
What's more, these prisoners had silver and money in their hands, and they had to give them gifts on the way.
"This is the money your parents prepared for your journey. Don't be reluctant to spend it. Besides paying the officials for your journey, you can also ask them to help you get some good food.
Also, you've always loved cleanliness, so your mother brought you a few sets of clean underwear."
As He Yuanming was talking, he couldn't continue.
He turned his head away, not daring to look at He Zhiran again, and finally said, "Dad was wrong. He shouldn't have forced you to marry into the Mo family."
"Dad." He Zhiran called out "Dad" without any pressure.
Whether it was the He Yuanming in the original owner's memory or the loving father in front of him who loved his daughter, He Zhiran could be sure that he was a good father.
For such a person, He Zhiran is willing to call him dad.
“Before, my daughter was ignorant and often made her parents angry.
Now, my daughter has married Mo Jiuye and will be a member of the Mo family from now on.
Don't worry, I will live well, and when I can turn things around, I will be a filial daughter to you two."
Listening to He Zhiran's words, Ling Xueyan burst into tears again.
Her daughter became sensible overnight, but unfortunately, such a sensible daughter was exiled to the northwest to suffer.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Ling Xueyan hugged He Zhiran again and burst into tears.
He Yuanming could no longer control himself and kept wiping away his tears.
Maybe it was because she was immersed in the original owner's emotions, or maybe it was because He Zhiran cherished this family relationship very much, her tears also fell.
He Yuanming was more rational. Seeing that the time was almost up, he patted the mother and daughter on the back.
"Okay, time is running out, I still want to see my uncle."
He Zhiran turned his head and glanced at Mo Jiuye who was lying on a wooden cart not far away.
"Dad, he's still unconscious."
Although he knew that his parents would not betray them, there were so many eyes watching them around, so He Zhiran didn't dare to be too careless.
He Yuanming nodded heavily, and looked at He Zhiran with more and more guilt in his eyes.
"Dad knows that my uncle is injured."
As he spoke, he strode towards Mo Jiuye.
After seeing the unconscious Mo Jiuye with his own eyes, He Yuanming really regretted marrying his daughter to him.
My daughter had already said that she didn't want to be like those women in the Mo family and become a widow not long after getting married.
But he just didn't want to be that kind of treacherous villain, so he drugged his daughter and forced her to marry into the Mo family.
As a result, within just one day, the Mohist family was confiscated and exiled.
Judging from Mo Jiuye's appearance, his life or death is uncertain.
As a second-rank official in the imperial court, how could he not be aware of the hardships of exile?
Not to mention Mo Jiuye's current condition, even if he was fine now, it would not be easy for him to reach the place of exile safely.
It seems that my daughter is destined to be a widow.
I just hope that she will be blessed with good fortune and luck and arrive safely in the northwest.
When the emperor is less wary of the Mohists, he will find a way to bring his daughter back from the northwest.
When she saw Mo Jiuye, Ling Xueyan kept wiping away her tears and felt more and more distressed for He Zhiran.
At the same time, she had the same idea as He Yuanming, and both regretted insisting on marrying their daughter into the Mohist school.
He Yuanming tried hard to adjust his thoughts, found an angle where the officials couldn't see him, took out a letter from his arms and stuffed it into Mo Jiuye's arms.
Then he stood up and looked at Madam Mo: "My dear, Ranran has been spoiled by our family. If she does anything wrong, please be magnanimous and accommodate her."
"What are you talking about, my in-laws? The He family's child is smart and clever. I like him very much."
"In that case, I'll take my leave." He Yuanming said nothing more, pulled Ling Xueyan, who was still sobbing, and turned away.
Ling Xueyan turned back every three steps, looking at He Zhiran reluctantly for a long time, until she could no longer see her daughter...
This sudden family affection made He Zhiran feel mixed emotions.
She really envied the original owner for having such sensible and caring parents.
It’s a pity that the original owner had a short life and his fate with this family relationship lasted only seventeen years.
Then, let her take the place of the original owner to honor her parents in the future!
Although this oath seems a bit far-fetched, He Zhiran believes that as long as Mo Jiuye can live well, the Mo family will definitely return to the capital one day.
When several sisters-in-law saw He Zhiran standing there sadly, they hurried forward to comfort him.
"Don't be sad, sister-in-law. Lord He is an honest official and will be safe."
"Yes, ninth sister-in-law, look how lucky you are! Your parents came all the way here to see you off. Unlike me, I can't even see a single person at home."
“…”
He Zhiran felt the kindness of his sisters-in-law and responded with a smile.
"Don't worry, sisters-in-law. I believe that we will come back one day."
Just when the sisters-in-law wanted to say something, the officers began to urge them.
"Okay, stop standing there and hurry up."
He Zhiran wiped the remaining tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, pushed the wooden cart and left.
The third sister-in-law hurriedly chased after him.
"Ninth sister-in-law, let me help you."
Madam Mo also said, "It's not easy to push the cart along. Let's take turns."
In ancient times, all roads were dirt roads, and there were potholes from time to time, causing the carts to shake constantly along the way.
In addition, it had not rained for more than half a month and the weather was very hot and humid, making everyone sweat.
Occasionally a gust of wind would blow, carrying dust all over their exposed skin.
So when they were ready to rest in the evening, everyone, including the officials, looked dusty and dusty.
The Mo family members looked at each other. With their patched coarse linen clothes and the embroidered shoes whose colors could no longer be seen, they looked like a group of beggars.
Although He Zhiran only pushed the wooden cart for less than half an hour, he was still exhausted.
After all, this body had always been pampered and had no physical strength at all.
After just one afternoon of traveling, she was already so tired that she collapsed on the ground and didn't want to get up.
The same was true for the others. They were so tired that they couldn't even straighten their backs and kept complaining.
Besides, they had eaten early in the morning and had been eating all day. They had already used up all the energy they had and were now starving.
It was He Zhiran’s first day in exile, and he had no idea what their food would be like.
In short, she never had any hope.
Just as she was thinking about it, the leading officer shouted loudly.
"It's time for dinner. The coarse flour buns are free, one per person.
Two white flour buns cost one ounce of silver. If you don’t have the silver, don’t even think about it.”
Hearing the officer's shouting, He Zhiran almost burst out laughing.
These officials are really awesome. They clearly marked the prices of the food, and the prices are like robbery.
Hearing this, Mo Hanyue grabbed Madam Mo's arm and said aggrievedly, "Mom, I don't want to eat coarse flour buns."
Although she had never eaten coarse flour steamed buns, she had heard from the servants that coarse flour steamed buns could scratch people's throats, and the thought of it made her scared.
Old Madam Mo was now penniless. Seeing that her daughter had been exiled and was still being spoiled and picky, her face immediately frowned.
"Hanyue, if you want to eat white flour buns, you can exchange them for silver."
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