Leng Chi Rabbit's business was indeed good during the Chinese New Year. Tang Mingrui came to Mo's house three times in a row to pick up the goods, and all the goods were sold out.
The life of the Mo family continued as usual, and the Lantern Festival was soon over. Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran were preparing to rush to southern Xinjiang on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month.
Considering that their trip was far away, Mo Chuhan specially helped them borrow a horse at the Yamen.
Meng Huaining guessed that Mo Jiuye and his wife might want to leave the city, so he turned a blind eye to this.
The plan to go to southern Xinjiang was to take rice balls with him. When He Zhiran went out, he hugged the little guy.
Mo Jiuye jumped on the horse first, and then pulled his wife up. The rice ball sat obediently in front of the owner. At first glance, this scene looked like a family of three going on a trip.
After Mrs. Mo gave some instructions, the couple took the rice balls and set off on the road to southern Xinjiang together.
In order to prevent the rice ball's appearance from being too eye-catching, He Zhiran sent the little guy into space after leaving his family's sight.
It was morning when the two of them went out. They had to wait until late at night to turn on the big G, and they had to be energetic during the day.
So after they left Yuncheng, they found a sparsely populated official road and entered the space to rest.
It wasn't until the big wall clock in the space showed eight o'clock in the evening that the two of them appeared on the official road with the big G filled with gas.
In ancient times, it was the dead of night at this time. Both sides of the official road were pitch dark, and not even a ghost could be seen.
Therefore, the two of them were not worried that the car would be seen by others. The road went smoothly. Big G drove smoothly all night. Although the road was not easy to walk, it was much faster than riding a horse.
Mo Jiuye was a newbie on the road. It was the time when he was addicted to driving, and he was angry that the sun was shining too fast.
He Zhiran really admired his endurance. After driving all night, he was still full of energy, and there was no trace of fatigue in his body.
As soon as He Zhiran entered the space, he was entangled by this energetic man...
After a hearty battle, He Zhiran fell into a deep sleep.
Fantuan'er is now very sensible and has never participated in the fight between the two masters. He will even run to the deepest part of the bamboo forest and hide as far away as possible.
After living like this for four consecutive days, Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran finally arrived at the southern border. This is the junction of Dashun and Southern Border. Their current location is still within Dashun.
Mo Jiuye is very familiar with this place. Which of the Mo family men has not guarded here before?
When Mo Jiuye came here, he felt sad in his heart. He thought back then, when the Mo brothers spilled their blood here, what did they get in the end?
Feared by the emperor, his home was confiscated and exiled...
He Zhiran could tell at a glance that the man was a little sad, and took the initiative to step forward and put his arm around him.
"Everything is in the past. Believe me, the future will definitely get better and better."
Mo Jiuye pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply on the forehead.
"I have looked past it. I am content to live an ordinary life with you and so many family members."
Of course, it would be better if we could successfully find the eldest brother and the second brother.
It was already dawn, and the two of them were not in a hurry to enter the southern territory. Mo Jiuye took He Zhiran with him to the place where his father and brother were buried to pay homage.
The tombs of the Mo family are deep in the mountains. The climate in the south is slightly warmer, and the trees on the mountains can still be seen as green.
Due to the long-term war, there were not many people living in this area. Therefore, the two of them met no one along the way up the mountain.
After climbing up a hillside, Mo Jiuye pointed in the direction of the dense jungle ahead and said:
"It's just over there."
He Zhiran could tell that Mo Jiuye was feeling very heavy at this moment. She said softly "hmm" and at the same time squeezed his rough big hand to express comfort.
The couple came to a mountain col with heavy hearts, and what they saw were nine graves that were overgrown with weeds.
The names of the Mo family are written on the tombstones in front of the tomb.
The top one is the tomb of Mo Qing, the Duke of Mo Lao. After being exposed to the sun and rain, and because no one has taken care of it recently, the words on the stone tablet are a little blurry.
Under Mo Qing's tomb, there are eight new and old tombs neatly arranged, with the names of the Mohist brothers engraved on the stone tablets.
At this moment, Mo Jiuye's eyes seemed to be filled with blood, and the look of sadness could not be blocked.
He plopped down on his knees before the grave.
"Dad, brothers, Jiuye is here to see you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and kowtowed three times solemnly.
Although He Zhiran didn't know the dead men of the Mo family, he couldn't help but feel his heart bleed when he thought of their family's contribution to Dashun.
Along with Mo Jiuye, she knelt in front of the tomb. At the same time, her consciousness entered the space, and she purchased several kinds of sacrifices and placed them neatly in front of the tomb, as well as incense and paper money for worship.
Mo Jiuye glanced at her gratefully, lit three incense sticks and placed them on the graves of her father and brother.
He Zhiran murmured softly: "God is unfair, letting such good people die one by one, while the bad people live so happily."
Mo Jiuye stood up and showed a sarcastic smile: "My son from the Mo family has been so heartbroken because of Dashun. Now that I think about it, it's really not worth it."
He Zhiran had no intention of persuading Mo Jiuye to refrain from mourning at the moment. After all, he was also in a very heavy mood.
Perhaps grief is the driving force for them. They are about to enter southern Xinjiang. As long as they are full of motivation, I believe they will make their trip worthwhile.
After the worship, the two of them were not in a hurry to leave. Nan Rui sent people to open up Bage's grave. He Zhiran planned to check it out, hoping to find some useful clues here.
The two of them came to Mo Chuhan's grave in perfect agreement and took a closer look.
Liang Hao had already said that after they discovered that Mo Chuhan's grave had been dug up, they reorganized it.
Therefore, this tomb now looks newer than the others, and the soil on the tomb is also a little loose.
Both of them knew that there was no more Mo Chuhan's body here, so they just checked the appearance and did not check further.
There wasn't even a body inside, so it was probably just an empty coffin.
As for the graves of the third brother and the fifth brother, they are still intact, and there is no difference in appearance.
He Zhiran was more interested in the graves of his other brothers.
Especially the eldest brother and the second brother, they had a high chance of being alive, so she wanted to dig it out and take a look.
However, this must be done with Mo Jiuye's consent. After all, the ancients' level of respect for the deceased was not something she, a modern person, could understand.
It is said that people are buried in peace, and people lie here peacefully. Opening the grave is equivalent to being disrespectful to the deceased.
