Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

Most of the twists and turns are essentially caused by inferiority complex.

Compared with his peers, Mo Er's family background is not as good as that of the head of the Mo family, Mo Qingwan's father. In a family like the Mo family, the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children is clear, and family background can basically determine everything.

Compared with the younger generations, not only is he already in a low position, he is also no match for his niece Mo Qingwan - Mo Qingwan's talent for business is obvious to the entire Mo family.

Mo Er had been suppressed by his direct lineage for most of his life, and had also had to look at the other side's faces for most of his life. He thought that this would be the case for his whole life, but who would have thought that he would get a great opportunity today.

Degrading Mo Qingwan with his words greatly satisfied his self-esteem - the direct lineage was no more than this, and the eldest daughter of the Mo family was no more than this. It was absolutely impossible for such a scandal to happen in his Mo Er family.

Look, he seems to be superior to the direct lineage and Mo Qingwan.

After greeting Mrs. Mo with high spirits, Mo Er couldn't help but put his hands on his hips, raised his head, and looked back at Mo Qingwan who was still sitting on the horse.

"My niece, look at you. You've even made your mother come out. Isn't that enough? How far do you want to go before you give up? Come down quickly and apologize to your mother. Then this matter will be over."

After today, when his elder brother returns, he will thank him for what he did today.

No matter how smart and talented Mo Qingwan was, what would it matter? He knew exactly how his elder brother viewed his daughter.

The eldest brother would only thank him for stopping Mo Qingwan and preserving a bargaining chip for the Mo family.

Mo Qingwan hadn't seen Madam Mo for a long time, so long that she didn't even know she had so many white hairs on her head. It had been so long that she almost didn't dare to admit that the elderly woman in front of her was her mother who had always loved beauty.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to find that Mo Qingwan is very similar to Madam Mo, especially his eyebrows and eyes.

Two pairs of almost identical eyes stared at each other in silence through Mo Er.

Mo Qingwan felt very complicated.

She thought she hated Madam Mo, hated her silence, hated her closing her eyes and covering her ears, so in recent years she had never set foot in Madam Mo's yard.

But when we met today, I realized that what filled her chest was not hatred, but sadness, helplessness, disappointment and a trace of...

craving.

I long for this mother to "take a look at her", to see what her eyes want to say, and to see how hard it has been for her over the years.

She pulled the reins tighter in her hands, and she seemed to have returned to her childhood, becoming the little girl who broke her knee and needed to be coaxed by her mother in a gentle voice.

Still silent.

Mo Er looked at Madam Mo, then at Mo Qingwan, and after a few moments of looking around, he spoke: "My niece, your mother is already in poor health. If she gets mad at you again, how will I, your second uncle, explain to your father when he comes back?"

Perhaps the word "father" hurt Mo Qingwan, the last trace of desire in her eyes disappeared without a trace, replaced by a hint of sneer.

She lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and asked softly, "Even my mother thinks this marriage is shameful, so she wants to stop me?"

The issue of “shameful or not” is just superficial talk.

Mo Qingwan was certain that Mrs. Mo must know why Mo Zonkai was imprisoned and why Mo's father had not returned for a long time.

So today it’s not a matter of “stop or not stop” at all, but a matter of life and death for her, Mo Qingwan.

Even though he had been abandoned by Mrs. Mo once, Mo Qingwan still felt extremely sad about what would happen next, and even wanted to escape - the harm brought by blood relatives was not gradually accumulated, but multiplied.

Madam Mo continued to look at her quietly. After a moment, she unceremoniously brushed Mo Er away and slowly walked down from the horse.

Seeing this, Shen Zheng frowned slightly, and moved closer to them in the center of the crowd.

"What are you doing?" The fat aunt came over at some point and whispered in his ear, "Girl, you are good at choosing a place. You can see it more clearly here."

Shen Zheng did not reply, but watched Mrs. Mo's every move carefully.

She raised her hand with her palm facing up, and the personal nanny saw this and quickly put something in her hand.

"What is that?" Shen Zheng couldn't see clearly, so she quietly took two steps forward. The fat aunt followed closely and said "tsk" after a moment: "Rouge...?"

She can't afford these fine rouge, so how can she look down on them?

"It's true!" She listened with one ear and the other, and finally confirmed: "It's the rouge from Yuanbaoxuan. It's so precious! Young ladies from wealthy families use this rouge to dress up, and..."

"Hiss——" The fat aunt seemed to have thought of something, and said with wide eyes: "It can't be true? My God, is this appropriate?!"

Shen Zheng looked at the small gilded box in Madam Mo's hand. She was confused and quickly leaned over: "What's wrong, Auntie? What's inappropriate?"

marry......

The rouge my mother sent me...

Shen Zheng suddenly thought of a possibility, a "nearly impossible" possibility.

The aunt looked her up and down and said firmly, "The girl is not married yet, right?"

"......" Shen Zheng paused and said honestly: "Not married yet."

"That's right!" The fat aunt was a little excited. She couldn't help but pull her hand and began to tell her: "There is an unwritten 'rule' in our house. Well - although I think this is a bad habit, many people believe in it."

She pointed at the rouge in Madam Mo's hand and said in a neither loud nor soft voice: "Yuan Baoxuan's rouge contains the blessing of the God of Love in heaven. If any bride has Yuan Baoxuan rouge to decorate her makeup on her wedding day, her marriage will be the best, and she and her husband will live in harmony and happiness for the rest of their lives, and will never be separated!"

Shen Zheng understood why she said "inappropriate".

"Girl, tell me, her husband has died a long time ago, how can they live happily ever after? Isn't this a curse? If Madam Mo really wanted to make up her daughter, why did she use the rouge from Yuanbaoxuan? I don't know what her intention is!"

The opinions of the people around were surprisingly consistent with the fat aunt, "How can you be a mother like this? Living in harmony with a dead person, ugh - it's scary just to think about it..."

"Mrs. Mo, have you raised her at home for too long? Has her brain become damaged? After all, she is your biological daughter. There is no need to be so sarcastic."

Mo Er was confused by Mrs. Mo's action.

The direct lineage was having fun again, and he was naturally happy to watch it, but behind this "fun" there was a deeper meaning hidden...

"Sister-in-law, what do you mean?"

He walked forward and tried to stand between the mother and daughter, but was stopped by Madam Mo's personal nanny.

The force of this blow was quite strong and it hurt so much that he gritted his teeth secretly.

How could he forget that his sister-in-law has been bedridden all year round, and the maids beside her are too weak to take care of this "useless person".