He Zhiran patiently explained to him the function of the mini electric baton.
"Do you think it's appropriate for my mother, sister-in-law, and sister-in-law to use something like this for self-defense?"
Mo Jiuye took the electric baton and played with it in his hand. At the same time, he imitated He Zhiran and operated it.
"This thing is very convenient to use, and it is small and easy to store. However, I don't think it is suitable for them to use."
He Zhiran raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
"You also saw the assassins last time. They would initially use bows and arrows to assassinate from a distance, and then they would choose close combat after the assassination failed.
None of the female relatives in our family know martial arts. Even if the assassin comes close, they may not have time to use the electric baton and they will be killed in one move. "
After listening to Mo Jiuye's explanation, He Zhiran also realized this.
Thinking about the anti-wolf spray that was not as lethal as an electric baton, she felt there was no need to take it out and show it to Mo Jiuye.
Judging from the current situation, the self-defense tools that sisters-in-law need must have certain long-range attack capabilities, and the more lethal the better.
From this point of view, the most suitable one is only a pistol.
However, if the pistol is brought in front of the sisters-in-law, there must be a suitable excuse.
After pondering for a moment, suddenly an idea flashed in her mind.
He Zhiran used his mind to get a mini pistol that was smaller than the palm of his hand.
Mo Jiuye raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to give them this?"
He Zhiran nodded: "Based on the current situation, it is most suitable for them to use this. It is not only highly lethal, but also capable of long-range attacks.
I thought of an excuse and said that we bought it from a foreigner on the way to catch up with the exile team. "
Mo Jiuye was no stranger to foreigners, they were just big guys with blond hair and blue eyes.
He once saw such a person with his own eyes when passing by a certain seaside pier.
Out of curiosity, he took a closer look.
Although he didn't understand the words of those foreigners, the things the foreigners took out of their pockets were things he had never seen before.
He Zhiran thought that using this excuse to expose the mini pistol might not be a bad idea.
Moreover, he also felt that the mini pistol was most suitable for self-defense for his own women.
Even if he unfortunately died at the hands of those assassins, his family would at least have a way to save their lives, and there would still be a great hope of survival.
Mo Jiuye said with gratitude:
"That's very good, just as you said."
There are currently only two mini pistols. If he wants to get more, He Zhiran has to keep taking them out outside the space.
After getting Mo Jiuye's consent, she immediately left the space.
Sitting in the tent, He Zhiran kept using his mind to bring out the mini pistol.
It wasn't until ten identical mini pistols appeared in front of her that she returned to space.
After arranging the life-saving things for the female family members at home, He Zhiran continued to explain some contents in "Unofficial History" to Mo Jiuye.
Mo Jiuye already knew that Nan Qi hated himself because he was transferred.
However, he does have the unique mark of a Mo family man on his body.
If Nan Qi had such a mark on his body, he might suspect that the mark on his body was forged.
However, he knew clearly that Nan Qi did not have the mark of the Mo family on his body.
From this point of view, Mo Jiuye is very confident in his identity.
He was a member of the Mo family, not to mention that he and his fourth brother looked almost 70% alike, so there was no possibility of being transferred.
There were more and more doubts about this matter, and the two of them racked their brains but could not figure out the reason.
After all, there is no smoke without fire, and Nan Qi will not doubt that he is not of royal blood for no reason.
This matter cannot be ruled out as deliberate instigation by someone who is opposed to him, in order to achieve the goal of making Nan Qi want to get rid of Mo Jiuye himself.
However, based on Mo Jiuye's understanding of Nan Qi, he is not the kind of person who has no brains at all.
There must be some reasons to convince Nan Qi.
Or perhaps, Nan Qi was indeed not of royal blood, and he learned about this from Concubine Yuan Guifei.
If Concubine Yuan Gui had really done such a thing, she would definitely remain rotten in her stomach for the rest of her life and not tell anyone about it.
That can only mean that Nan Qi overheard something.
The more they analyzed it, the more confused they became, and the two simply stopped thinking about it.
Anyway, it has been determined that Mo Jiuye is an out-and-out Mo family member. As for Nan Qi's identity, it has nothing to do with them.
That night was destined to be sleepless. When the two of them got up from the dining table, the hour hand of the big clock on the wall was already pointing to three o'clock.
There are only two hours left until the usual time to wake up.
Mo Jiuye reminded: "We have to rush on our way soon, so we'd better take a short rest."
When he first looked up Nan Rui's historical records, he didn't feel anything. After relaxing, He Zhiran was indeed a little sleepy. He went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, then lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.
Neither of them dared to sleep too hard, for fear that they would be discovered not in the tent if they woke up late.
In a hazy state, He Zhiran felt the person around her move, and she immediately opened her eyes.
The two got up and got out of bed in tacit agreement, tidied up and left the space.
After breakfast, while the officials were cleaning up the tent, He Zhiran gathered all the female relatives of the family together.
She pretended to pile items into the mule cart, but in fact she planned to put the mini pistols into wooden boxes prepared in advance and hand them over to her family as soon as possible.
Although it was a bit hasty to choose this time to give them the mini pistol, Mo Jiuye felt that since he had guessed that Nari might take action against him, he had to arrange things that could save his family's life earlier.
Mo Jiuye pretended to go to the carriage to sort out her belongings, and picked up a wooden box containing ten mini pistols.
In order to prevent others from seeing it, he just opened the wooden box a crack to let his family see the contents inside.
The female relatives gathered outside the carriage and peered into the wooden box.
Seeing that the second daughter-in-law was about to ask loudly, Mrs. Mo scolded her with a cold face:
"Ms. Xie, are you afraid that others won't know what we are doing?"
The second sister-in-law looked at her mother-in-law with a serious face and stuck out her tongue.
"I know I was wrong, mother."
When the others saw this, even though they were extremely curious about the contents of the box, they did not ask any questions.
Mo Jiuye glanced around and saw that everyone else was busy packing their bags, so she whispered to the women:
"The thing inside the box is a hidden weapon that we bought from foreigners on the road.
This concealed weapon is highly lethal and easy to operate.
We consider that there may be dangers on the road. In order for everyone to have a means of self-protection, Ranran and I decided to give each of you a concealed weapon for self-defense. "
The second sister-in-law has always been very nervous. She has no interest in any hidden weapons. She is only attracted by the word "ranran" in Mo Jiuye's mouth.
It seems that the Ninth Brother's cold temperament and being able to call the Ninth Brother and Sister this way shows that their relationship heats up quite quickly.
It is estimated that it won't be long before the Mo family will be able to recruit more people.
