Volume 1 Chapter 80 Selling Myself to Bury My Father (3)

  Chapter 80: Selling Myself to Bury My Father (Three)

  A small forest beside the official road.

  "Here, fifty taels." A heavy silver ingot was handed over, Mozi clenched his fist, "Thanks, brother, thanks a lot."

  Zan Jin didn't rush to collect the money, instead he helped Cen Er pull up Yuan Cheng who was hiding in the large cart. He bumped into his dangling arms and frowned, saying, "This is a dislocation. If we don't hurry to put it back in place, even if we manage to fix it later, this hand will be useless."

  Mozi thought that Zan Jin was a martial artist, so he asked him, "Brother Zan, do you know how to set bones? We're in a hurry to get on the road and can't ask for a doctor right now."

  "It's not difficult." He spoke quickly and acted quickly. One hand supported Yuan Cheng's shoulder, the other grabbed his arm, moved a few times, and suddenly lifted him up, hearing a "pa" sound.

  Mozi was stunned on the spot, she just asked a question, but this hand wasn't even hers. Besides, this broken body of the first greedy official, forcibly reconnecting his bones, didn't it hurt to death?

  However, she only heard a grunt.

  Just as Zan was about to raise another arm, she kindly spoke out to stop him, "Zan brother, hold on a minute..." Let people catch their breath.

  "It... doesn't matter." The three words squeezed out from between his teeth, a faint hiss, his shoulders rising and falling, his knees bent tight. "Please continue." A few drops of crystal clear sweat dripped onto the dull gray canvas pants, mixing with the bloodstains, deepening several circles.

  "You..." Mozi couldn't bear to look at him, what sin had this person committed? But thinking again, she couldn't persuade him further. From a different perspective, she wouldn't want her own hands to be crippled either.

  Zan Jin nodded and waited for Mo Zi to speak, "Brother Mo, I'm listening."

  "It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one. Good brother, you take it." Mozi said, slightly turning her head away. As a soldier, she was not lacking in willpower, but the scene before her eyes was indeed a bit cruel. Yuan Cheng's body was covered in injuries, he had already suffered more harm than good, and yet he still had to endure the pain of having his bones reset.

  Another muffled hum, dragging out the tail tone, is a moan. The moan was halfway through when it suddenly disappeared, and his head fell to one side.

  Mozi rushed over and hastily asked Cen Er, who was supporting Yuan Cheng, "Is he dead?"

  Cen Er panicked and raised his hand to feel for his nose. He felt around, but the messy hair kept getting in the way, and he couldn't find his nose.

  He pressed his hand on Yuan Qing's pulse and said with great certainty, "Not dead, just fainted from pain."

  "Mo Ge, I think he won't die now, but he might not live for much longer." Xun Er hesitated, "It's said that dead people can't board the ship and no one can die on the ship. Are we going to bring him or not?"

  "As long as he has a breath, I won't go back on my word." She didn't look at Pearl's face, she was a person of her word. It was also this integrity that kept her working for Qiu San Niang as a maid. Whether it was proper or not was another matter. Others might think her foolish, but she stuck to her principles.

  Zan Jin suddenly looked carefully at Mo Zi's eyes, lowered his head, and muttered to himself, but no one could hear what he was saying.

  The two of them put Yuan Cheng, who was unconscious, into the carriage. Mo Zi gave Zan some silver again and handed him an oil-paper package.

  He took it over and opened it, only to find two big steamed buns inside, still warm. "I shouldn't..." He wanted to say he couldn't just take them for free.

  "Good brother, you said we couldn't have ten, but two should be fine. This man was able to leave the city, all thanks to you and your father. If it weren't for you two, the three of us would've been in trouble. Consider this bun as compensation for disturbing your father's peace." Mozi guessed that the allure of two buns might be greater than fifty taels of silver for Zan Jin.

  Zan Jin said nothing, but wrapped the oil paper package and silver in his arms, thanked him again and again.

  Mozi got on the horse carriage, heard Cen Er's "ah" cry, saw him blinking his eyes looking at her back. She turned around, originally Zan had knelt down on both knees, actually giving her a big bow.

  She jumped off the car to help Zan in, "Brother Zan, what are you doing? I'll give you silver and you can use your strength. It's a fair deal between us, you don't have to be so polite."

  "I wish to follow Mo Ge everywhere, please fulfill my wish." Zan Jin knelt down and refused to get up, no matter how hard Mo Zi pulled him, his body was as still as a rock.

  Huh? Mu Zi looked puzzled, wondering what she had done to make people willing to follow her.

  "My dad said I'm good at martial arts and pretty smart... Zan lowered his head, starting to mumble, "It's just that I lack the flexibility to turn corners, don't understand how to be adaptable. Because I've been on the mountain for so long, can't find anyone to talk to, only know how to think of one thing and do one thing. My dad's last words were, it would be best to find someone smarter than me who is a good person, follow him, and then won't have to go hungry. Dad knew I couldn't read or write, but still helped me write the sign for selling myself to bury my father, had the neighbors pass on the message to me, to go to the market and use my own body to exchange for some silver to buy a coffin, refuse several times, in the end the person who buys me must be a good person. You didn't buy me, but you still gave me silver, and even added a big bun. That person was about to die, yet you were still kind to him. Moreover, the idea of leaving the city was also yours. So, you are the smart and good person my dad talked about. I've decided to sell myself to you."

  He's made up his mind, but she hasn't yet.

  Mozi shook her head, dispelling the nagging thoughts surrounding her mind, and said, "Zan brother, I told you, if you help me with this matter, I'll give you silver. This is a clean deal. Besides, I'm still a servant of my master, how can I accept you? Listen to me, selling one's life contract isn't something that can be done casually. You now have freedom and can bury your old father properly, what a great thing! With your physical strength and martial arts skills, it won't be hard for you to fill your belly. Being a guard or an escort is much better than being a servant whose life is in someone else's hands." What's going on? Her words have also become nagging.

  "It doesn't matter if you have a master or not, anyway I'll only listen to you. The contract of selling myself is not something I took lightly, in three days, I'll find one for you. With my physical strength and martial arts skills, who dares to take your life, I'll take theirs." Zan Jin was indeed quite clever, his words hit the nail on the head.

  Mozi thought that Zan Jin's old father was right, he just didn't have the brains to turn around, once he made up his mind, it seemed impossible to change.

  "You're wrong. Just providing you with food and shelter, I'm not capable of that." She was a second-class maid, without a house or a kitchen. Of course, if she could get the pearl that Yuan Cheng promised to give her, she would be rich. But, there's still one stroke missing from her fate."

  "Can't you give me enough to eat?" Zan Jin didn't expect this, but immediately said, "But can you afford fifty taels of silver."

  "That's not my silver, it belongs to my master." Mu Zi borrowed Qiu San Niang to block.

  "...Zan Jin seems to be thinking of a way to solve it."

  "Even if I could let you follow, you'd have to arrange your father's funeral and then I'd have to leave immediately. You also saw that the people in the car were seriously injured and can't be delayed."

  He finally shut his mouth and hung his head in shame.

  "Alright, brother. I see you're all alone now, so why don't you finish the funeral and bury your father first? Then come find us. My brother Mo and I are in charge of the Wangchun Building in Luocheng. If you're willing, you can be a guard there, with food and lodging provided, plus a monthly salary."

  "Mo Ge, I'll definitely come find you." Zan Jin knew where Mo Zi was coming from and couldn't help but feel extremely happy. He got up and pulled the large cart away.

  Mei Zi glared at Cen Er with a bad temper, "You invited him, you're responsible when the time comes. And when did I become the person in charge? I'll go ask the master about it later."

  Cen Er hastily made a bow, his expression relaxed, "I just think he's pitiful without any relatives, and his silly appearance reminds me of my older brother. Isn't it good? The building lacks a guard, and he has some strength to spare. By the time he finds you, you'll already be in the capital, and won't bother him."

  Things have come to this, and Mozi can only follow him.

  As she stepped into the carriage, she saw the person who had been insisting on sitting upright suddenly collapse inside. She began to suspect that such a person was really the head of state's most corrupt official? Why didn't he reveal even a hint of greed in his words and expressions, nor did he show any signs of the cunning and ugliness that a corrupt official should have? Was it because he was too good at adapting to his environment and had forgotten past events? Or was she herself nearsighted, mistaking a wolf for a sheep?

  She felt a deep sense of loneliness in front of him. Having lost everything and being left with nothing, she could understand the desire to return to her hometown. It was just like Daqiu.

  That's right, Dasu is also her enemy country. If she was forced to go to Dasu, she would be reluctant and unwilling, and more helpless.

  A new quilt was pulled over, covering the unconscious Yuan Chun. Mozi closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. The faint smell of blood wafted in with the bumps of the carriage, sending it into her nostrils. What kind of face would the first corrupt official under the disheveled hair have? In her mind, she drew a picture of Qin Hui from the Song Dynasty, sharp and thin. She also drew a picture of Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, slightly blessed and strong. These two were typical examples of treachery in her eyes. Would Yuan Chun be like one of them?

  However, she didn't have the idea of dispelling clouds to see the sun because the attitude he presented in front of her, although he said it was fear of death, seemed more like an arrogant and condescending air that wouldn't allow others to trample on him.

  "Mo Ge, we're almost there." Xun Er said after a long while of galloping.

  "Got it." Mozi sat up straight and rubbed open her drowsy eyes.

  "Where are we?" Yuan Cheng's hand slowly clenched into a fist, pulling up a small piece of blue cloth quilt cover.

  "When did your husband wake up?" Mozi was still dozing off, thinking Yuanqing was still drowsy.

  "Not long." Yuan Cheng borrowed the coma and seemed to have recovered a bit of physical strength, and his arm was not broken, but dislocated. Now it's connected, and it can be considered as a great blessing in misfortune.

  "Mei Zi looked out and saw that they were already approaching the reeds. 'We're here, get ready to disembark.' How's your husband's arm?"

  "It's much better, can exert a bit of strength now." As for the pain, Yuancheng didn't mention it at all.

  "That's good." Mozi knew that dislocation was better than fracture, but a day and night of dislocation would not be easy to recover from. However, she respected Yuan Cheng's pride. "In this case, there is a slim chance that even if he jumps into the water, he will still have a thread of life."

  "Borrowing Mo Ge's words, Yuan Mou also didn't want to die on the boat, adding to your bad luck." Yuan Cheng gritted his teeth and tried to sit up, but was held back by Mo Zi as soon as his elbow touched the wooden board.

  "Husband, save some energy, the road is long." Mozi helped him up and stepped back.

  "Mo Ge, you've finally arrived." Stinky Fish lifted the curtain and peeked inside, laughing, "How come there's one more person?"

  Chapter 80: Selling Myself to Bury My Father (Three)

  Chapter 80: Selling Himself to Bury His Father (Three)