By the time Modon and the people of Mojia Village returned to Mojia Village, it was already dark. The fifty-mile journey made everyone physically tired, but the excitement and excitement in their hearts kept everyone motivated.

Especially when they saw the little fire at the entrance of Mojia Village, everyone couldn't help but feel warm in their hearts.

"It's back," shouted the village entrance when he saw the convoy returning.

In an instant, a large number of villagers poured out of the village, running over, some taking over the convoy, and some handing over food and warm water.

"How's it going, is the fish sold?" Uncle Wang came to Merton and asked in a trembling voice.

The other villagers looked hopeful, but the villagers who took over the convoy were shocked because they found that there was not a single bag of grain on the water truck.

"Didn't you sell it?" Some villagers are worried.

Merton didn't sell it, and directly asked people to open the water wheel.

"Ahh It's all food? Uncle Wang said in surprise.

"Of course, fifteen carts are full of grain." Merton said triumphantly.

"Great!" The villagers of the Mo family burst into cheers and rushed to tell each other.

"How do you put it in a waterwheel! What if the food goes bad? Uncle Wang said with a pained face. Other villagers also had a painful face, the waterwheel was just used to transport fish today, and it was still very wet, so it was not easy to store food.

"What's the solution!" Li Yi stepped forward and said, "We are pulling all waterwheels, and there is no way to stack grain at all, so the young master thought of this idea and let the grain be poured directly into the waterwheel." The grain on the top will be dried tomorrow, it will still be good grain, and the wet bottom will be eaten tomorrow, and it will not be wasted at all. ”

Indeed, there are more than 5,000 people in Mojia Village, and fifteen carts of grain will be eaten in a few days, and let them go bad?

The people of Mojia Village welcomed the fish seller back to the village like a hero, and tonight Mojia Village will be a sleepless night, and the villagers of each household will get a share of the food.

"Eat with confidence! Don't be reluctant, we will bring back grain when we return from selling fish every day, and we will not be short of food in the future. "Fauber will tell this sentence on behalf of Merton, after delivering grain from household to household.

"Thank you, young master, thank you, young master?" Widow Zhao and her teenage son thanked again and again, both of them are widows of martyrs, the mother and son are weak and young, and they usually have no income at all, and they rely on the care of the Mo family villagers to live.

Rao is like this, usually he has a miserable life, and now he suddenly learns that he will never go hungry again, and happiness comes too suddenly.

"Mother, I want to eat pancakes!" The teenage son stared at the half-sack of grain and licked his tongue and said.

"Okay, I'll do it for you now." Widow Zhao went to the kitchen with tears in her eyes.

Such a family is too common in Mojia Village, and soon every household in Mojia Village is smoking, especially those villagers who participate in fishing and selling fish have been allocated 30 literary wages, and the family is even more jubilant, after all, the consistent income of January is a good thing that can never be encountered in a lifetime.

Chang'an City,

Qin Qiong took off her heavy armor and couldn't help but feel weak, and Mrs. Qin behind her was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"You! It's just that you're too reckless, your body can't stand it and you don't let go of military affairs, and you don't remember the sins you suffered before? Mrs. Qin reproached.

Qin Qiong's body was weak, and everyone in Chang'an City knew about it, but no one did it to disrespect him in the slightest, because his illness was left behind by his charge on the battlefield.

"Well, my illnesses are nothing, I'm lucky enough compared to those old brothers." Qin Qiong said optimistically.

"You! It's just not going to happen! Mrs. Qin said hatefully.

After that, he pulled Qin Qiong to the dining table and said, "Come, give you a good patch today!" ”

A large bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup was placed in front of Qin Qiong, exuding an attractive fragrance that made people can't help but have an appetite.

Qin Qiong had been running for a day, and she was already hungry, so she couldn't help but eat a lot.

"It's so comfortable!" Qin Qiong didn't let go of the last bite of the soup base, and put the bowl heavily on the table.

"Madame has a heart! Such a good soft-shelled turtle is rare! A hint of tenderness flashed in Qin Qiong's eyes.

Mrs. Qin's face turned red, and she said coquettishly: "The concubine doesn't dare to take credit, this is sent by Mojia Village." ”

"Mojia Village? More's fiefdom! Qin Qiong said solemnly.

"Well, this morning, the housekeeper of Mojia Village, Ah Fu, sent it! In addition to this soft-shelled turtle, there are also a lot of fresh fish? Mrs. Qin said.

"Oh, Ah Fu really has a heart!" Qin Qiong said, randomly remembering something and said, "By the way, wait and see if there is any excess food in the house, let people send it to Mojia Village, this year the entire Guanzhong has suffered a disaster, food prices have risen sharply, the life of Mojia Village must be difficult, it is a pity, if it weren't for the untimely death of Brother Mo, and because the children of the Mo family refused to bow to those big turbans, the life of Mojia Village would not be so difficult." ”

Mo Lie and Qin Qiong knew each other back then, Mo Lie was the commander of the Shengong Battalion, Qin Qiong was the striker, whenever Qin Qiong went to battle, it was Mo Lie who helped Qin Qiong pave the way for the charge, and the two could be described as friends of life and death.

It's just that the identity of Mo Lie's Mo family disciples was squeezed out by those literati and Confucian scholars, after the unification of the Tang Dynasty, when the meritorious deeds were rewarded, many of Mo Lie's merits were taken by those big turbans, otherwise Mo Lie's title would definitely be higher, and what was even more annoying was that when he divided the fief, he was Yin by Confucianism, and all the land assigned to Mo Lie was barren.

Qin Qiong knew everything about Mo Lie back then, and she also took care of Mojia Village.

"You don't know this, I'm afraid Mojia Village will never be short of food in the future?" Mrs. Qin sold a pass.

"What's going on?" Qin Qiong's heart tightened, Mojia Village is all veterans who have retired from the Shengong Battalion, if Qin Qiong knew their bravery back then, if they did something out of the ordinary in order to survive, it would be very bad, you know, a penny is not a hero, for so many people in Mojia Village, it is difficult for some people to take risks.

"Where do you think of it?" Mrs. Qin glanced at Qin Qiong, as a husband and wife for many years, of course she knew what Qin Qiong was thinking.

Master Qin no longer sells Guanzi, and advertises Mojia Village in the entire Chang'an City, live fish sells well, and even the matter of buying grain is clear, which shows how meticulous Mrs. Qin is, when Fu Bo came to deliver fish, she knew that Qin Qiong would not forget his former best friend, and had already secretly paid attention to the people in Mojia Village.

"The secret technique of a live fish." Qin Qiong was dumbfounded, he never thought that Mojia Village would use this method to reverse its fate.

However, he was faintly worried in his heart, Merton's publicity did allow the Mojia Village to resolve the crisis, but it also brought the Mo family back to everyone's sight, which I don't know if it was a good thing.

"Merton!" Qin Qiong thought silently in his heart, he remembered the descendants of this old brother.