Volume 1 Chapter 78 Selling Myself to Bury My Father (Part 1)

  Chapter 78: Selling Herself to Bury Her Father (Part 1)

  Although Yuan Cheng said that not lying down and sleeping was because he was afraid of holding his breath, Mo Zi understood that it was best to stop wasting energy at this time. He closed his mouth and stopped talking to him, and also closed his eyes to conserve his strength.

  She didn't speak, and Yuan Qing also fell silent. Those withered hands, like bony claws, were stiffly curled up. If not for the occasional heavy breathing, Mo Zi would have really feared that he might suddenly die in the carriage.

  It was almost at the city gate when the horse carriage jolted slightly, and Mo Zi suddenly opened his eyes.

  "Moh Ge, something's wrong." Xun Er stuck his head in, "Don't know what's going on, there's a checkpoint at the east gate, people are lining up to leave the city and they're checking one by one."

  Mozi frowned and didn't say a word, bending down to exit the carriage, standing on the horse cart to look around. Indeed as Cen Er said, at 100 meters away from the east gate, there were two checkpoints set up, not checking those entering the city, but only checking those leaving the city.

  "It seems that not only the waterway is blocked, but also the land route." Xun Er said, nodding towards the carriage, "It must be for that person's arrival."

  "Although it's coming for him, the seal is not on land. If you want to take a detour out of the pass, you should seal the west gate and south gate. The east gate is in the direction of South De Wang's capital, the number of guards has not increased, someone holds a portrait, roughly compared and let go, it doesn't seem like they are checking very carefully." Mozi narrowed his eyes slightly.

  "Even if we get through the checkpoint, they'll definitely check inside the car. One look and it's all over." And with the way things are now, he's still openly wearing his prisoner uniform.

  Mozi certainly knew that this couldn't be passed off like this. Should she disguise herself as Yuan Chengqiao and muddle through? With his severely injured arm, half-dead appearance, she suspected that by the time she was done messing around, he would have died even if he hadn't already. If it were someone else, they might still be able to stuff some more silver in and get away with it. However, the first greedy official's weight was too heavy, too overwhelming. For a moment, she really didn't know what to do.

  "Mo Ge?" Cheng Er Ping usually had a lot of ideas, but now he was also at a loss due to the special identity of the people in the car.

  "Cen Er, drive the carriage into Dongji Market, let me think about it some more." Mozi got back into the carriage once again.

  "Have they sealed off the East Gate?" Yuan Cheng had been awake all along, gritting his teeth.

  Zi lifted a corner of the window curtain and saw the carriage hurrying to the market beside the city gate, "It seems that in order to catch her husband, someone is going all out."

  Yuancheng made a sound, like laughter, yet also like coughing.

  "I heard that your husband's narrow escape this time was thanks to the help of a powerful person, I don't know if it's true or false? Now that the city gate is heavily guarded, if your husband can get help again, it won't be difficult to sneak out." Mozi thought that with more people, there would be greater strength.

  "Although they are the ones I invited, it's hard to say who is friend or foe." Yuan Cheng genuinely smiled this time, a soft chuckle, "I'm afraid they're also frantically searching for me everywhere right now. Brother Mo, don't count on them. If there's no guarantee of leaving the city, please send me back to Zhu Yu Ji instead."

  Mozi withdrew her gaze that was looking outward and fixed it on the person in front of her, "A husband as perceptive as a fire observer should know that Zhou Wen probably wouldn't welcome his husband back."

  "What does it matter? The deed and the shop aren't in his name for a day, I am the real master." Yuan Chun replied.

  "He's been forced into a corner, and now he's trying to make a profit from his misfortune, still hoping to get what he wants." Mu Zi had a dim view of human nature. "Don't worry, husband, I'll think of something. Although I did have you sign that life-and-death contract on the boat, it was only because we were in a desperate situation with no way out. As for leaving the city, if I didn't even have this much skill, what would be the point of smuggling?"

  "Yuán Mǒu has asked himself, with his extensive experience and numerous acquaintances, how he could be so blind today. A woman actually has such courage and integrity, making Yuán Mǒ admire her." Yuán Chéng's voice suddenly became clear amidst the noise.

  Mozzie was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't feel ashamed or annoyed. Instead, she burst out laughing and continued in her masculine tone, "When did you see through it, husband?" She had never tried to hide the fact that she was a woman, and whenever someone asked, she would openly admit it.

  What's wrong with women? Wu Zetian was also a female emperor. Said by Qiu San Niang.

  "Yesterday, Mo Ge approached me and I smelled a fragrance. For a man's stature, it was too slender and elegant. Moreover, women are meticulous in their work, but men cannot think or ponder like them." Yuan Cheng saw through many things.

  "It's not that I intentionally concealed my identity, it's just that as a woman traveling outside, there are many inconveniences. Forgive me, husband." Mozi said, looking out the window again. "After all, disguising myself as a man is still not enough."

  Mo Ge doesn't need to doubt his disguise, ordinary people shouldn't be able to notice. Yuan Mou has had a more sensitive sense of smell than ordinary people since childhood. Moreover, having been the prime minister, he has seen many women of all shapes and sizes, really not a few. Even when the current Empress Dowager was still the Empress, she often disguised herself as a man to sneak out of the palace, Yuan Mou had also made an effort. For the first time, Yuan Cheng's tone had a hint of nostalgia, although it was fleeting.

  This Yuan Cheng, women's relationships seem quite complicated. But also right, the prime minister, at home with a group of wives and concubines, not surprising at all.

  "It doesn't matter, I don't mind others knowing I'm a woman -" Mò Zǐ's tone suddenly drew out, because the scene that entered her eyes gave her a way to leave the city. "Husband, wait a moment, I'll be right back."

  Huang Xun stopped the horse carriage and she got out with a nimble bow.

  "Yuan Cheng, Yuan Cheng, indulging in luxury and extravagance, yet in the end, you're reduced to relying on a strange woman for rescue. How laughable...” Yuan Cheng's words trailed off, his head suddenly lowered, a faint smile on his lips, followed by a long sigh.

  Mozi didn't hear Yuanqing's self-deprecating words, she lifted up half of her green shirt, jumped down from the carriage, and quickly walked towards a secluded corner of the market.

  There, a shabbily dressed man knelt down, with a long green sword inserted in front of him and a bamboo mat behind him, from which a human figure emerged. His hair was disheveled, with a grass clip in his hair, and his head hung low. On the ground, a wooden board had several characters written on it in bold strokes - "Selling myself to bury my father, 50 taels of silver."

  She stopped not far from where the man was kneeling and just heard a servant-like person come forward to ask him.

  "What can you do?"

  "What do you want me to do?" The man asked back, his face still down, staring straight at the wooden board.

  "Doing odd jobs. Carrying goods, delivering goods, driving, everything has to be done." The manager said to him.

  "Can I have your sword?" The man finally looked up.

  Ah, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, broad chest and robust shoulders, a clean and fair face, looking quite dignified, a big man in his early twenties.

  "What sword is that? My master runs a rice shop." The steward glanced at the long sword and frowned, "You're looking to buy a miscellaneous laborer, not a guard."

  "Then I won't do it, you can ask someone else to go instead." The man hung his head and began staring blankly at the wooden board again.

  "Hey, you think just wielding a sword makes you a great martial artist? Looking at you, you must only know fancy punches and kicks. If your kung fu was any good, how could you be so poor that you can't even afford to bury your own father? I'll spare you after you've knelt for three days. Bah, even if you kneel for another three days, no one will buy from you." The manager turned and walked away with a flick of his sleeve.

  "Those who don't buy from me are blind. Haven't you heard that a hero can die for the sake of one penny?..." The man muttered to himself.

  "I'll give you fifty taels of silver, no need to sign a contract, just follow my instructions and help me with something." Mu Zi stepped forward, beaming with a smile.

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