Lonely king and the widowed woman

Good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. Mojiu's business pleases Xuyi people. Many people at the gate of the Mojia yard either laugh or fight, and look inside like going to the market.

However, mojiu has always lacked the spirit of entertainment.

She asked Shen Laifu to put the broken windmill in the corner to the gate of the yard, and asked aunt LAN to carry a dustpan. Chicken excrement mixed with chaff poured into the silo. She took a thin rope on the rotating shaft and sat on the wall, and the windmill turned slowly.

When the chaff smelling of chicken droppings blew, the door was quiet.

"Are you leaving now? Stay for dinner?"

The Mohists had no relatives and friends in Xuyi, nor did they often communicate with their neighbors. Mo Jiu's extraordinary behavior completely inherited his predecessor, but it did not make people doubt. Shen Laifu and aunt LAN just sighed.

Mojiu settled down temporarily.

Because she had not found a chance to leave, she was summoned.

It was her cheap mother who summoned her.

The door of the house where her mother lived was very narrow. A man like Mo Jiu had to bend down and get in. Not like a human, but like a cell.

The house was quiet and simple. Except for a bed, there was hardly anything nearby. Mo Jiu stayed by the door and looked at the people in the tent with the flickering light of the oil lamp.

"Jiu'er... Come here..."

The man's long white hair was fluffy and messy. He was as thin as a firewood stick. His face was pockmarked and wrinkled, like earthworms crawling on the dried bacon. He was so old that he could hardly see his gender.

The shock was even more frightening than when she mistook aunt LAN for her mother. No wonder song Ao saw her like driving flies. No wonder the Xiao looked at her like eating shit. How ugly is she?

Aunt LAN looked at her and said, "girl, the lady is calling you."

"Oh", Mo Jiu moved forward slowly.

If someone else changes, he will be scared to death.

Fortunately, she has seen many strange things and is calmer than ordinary people.

She couldn't call out the "mother" and was not used to being too close to strangers, but driven by strong curiosity, she approached her in the man's "snoring" gasp, bowed her head and asked her, "are you looking for me..."

"Pa!" a slap pulled on his face. It didn't hurt, but it surprised Mo Jiu.

"Send face thousands of miles... I need a reason."

She took it for granted, but zhiniang's anger didn't dissipate. Hearing that she was so rebellious and covered her chest, she coughed more than ever, "You evil barrier, are you... Do you want to kill your mother?"

Mo Jiu was a little wronged, but there was no place to appeal. He just kept his mouth tight and watched his change.

Aunt LAN painfully went over and held zhiniang. "Madam, madam, don't be angry. Tell the girl... The girl already knows she's wrong. Don't you see, she's back?"

Zhiniang panted, "kneel down."

Mo Jiu was stunned, but he didn't mean to kneel. She was a child without a mother. She couldn't stand such maternal love and didn't know how to get along with her mother. For a moment, she just squatted in front of zhiniang's bed and hardened her scalp to comfort her.

"Always angry, grow old faster -"

"Bastard!" zhiniang shivered with anger. She grabbed the pillow and wanted to beat her. But she didn't have much strength. When Aunt LAN stopped her, she could only cough and scold, "how did your mother explain to you when you left home? But you did this to break the roots of Mohism?"

Mo Jiu didn't understand, "even if you want me to marry, even if I have to be widowed after all, at least you can find me a healthy man. Can you let me spend a few more days?"