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

Madam Mo didn't even glance at her. Instead, she coughed and looked at Mo Qingwan, "Wan'er, come here."

Her voice sounded old, just like her appearance. Shen Zheng felt as if she had been taking medicine for many years and her throat was damaged.

Come?

Mo Qingwan blinked and asked subconsciously: "Come...what?"

Madam Mo traced her outline with her eyes, pursed her lips and said, "According to etiquette, a girl's mother has to put on makeup for her when she gets married. Mother got up late this morning and missed it. I will put on makeup for you now...is that okay?"

Mo Qingwan seemed to have heard nothing clearly, as if she was dreaming. In the dream, a huge tide rushed towards her and swept her away.

She kept it a secret from everyone in the mansion, so how could she be said to have "got up late and missed the class"?

Did she hear it wrong?

She stared blankly at Mrs. Mo, the woman whom she had expected, longed for, and then resented.

The "makeup" mentioned by the other party seems to be no longer important. What is important is...

"Mother, you..."

How come you have become so old? Why do you have more white hair than Aunt Wu, who is a generation older than you?

"Wan'er, can't you recognize your mother?" Madam Mo touched her cheek and laughed at herself: "This is the punishment mother has received over the years."

She does not have the courage to open her arms to protect her child, nor does she have the ability to stand up straight to protect her child. She deserves to be punished.

"What did you say...?" Mo Qingwan didn't want to understand what Mrs. Mo said.

If she doesn't understand, she will live forever in a world of one-sided resentment. If she doesn't understand, she will be the only one suffering in countless long nights.

She hoped to gain her mother's mercy, but was afraid of actually gaining her mercy. She understood her mother's situation better than anyone else present. The good days she and her mother had in this life, if added together, might not be half as happy as those of ordinary people.

This is the wealthy home that everyone envies, dark, dirty, and completely out of control.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Mrs. Mo's body swayed. She covered her mouth and started coughing.

Aunt Wu had tears in her eyes. She pulled at the corner of Mo Qingwan's clothes as if begging, and whispered, "Miss, Madam...please do as Madam wishes."

The unpleasant words around her poured into Wu Ma's ears like a tide. She kept shaking her head and said, "Don't listen to what they say. Madam didn't mean to look down on you or ridicule you when she made you up. Madam... wants you to live a good life more than anyone else. The rouge from Yuanbaoxuan... was also bought seven years ago."

The rouge box was well preserved, with no paint peeling or fading, but the rouge in the box was no longer the current fashionable color.

Things are people and nothing is done, and tears shed first.

"Why did you come..." Mo Qingwan was unwilling to dismount to let Madam Mo put on makeup. She just sat on the horse stubbornly and asked her why she came.

If Madam Mo didn't come, the bad reputation would fall on her alone, and she would have to bear the wrath of Mo's father alone.

But once Madam Mo came and made her up, everything would change. At least in the eyes of Mo's father, she lost her marriage in order to "escape", and Madam Mo's assistance was indispensable.

It was not until this moment that Mo Qingwan realized that she seemed to have never hated Mrs. Mo, never hated this woman who had worked so hard just to survive in the Mo family.

She turned her head to look at Aunt Wu, her voice tinged with tears: "Mother is not in good health. She must have fainted today. Aunt, please send her back quickly."

The people watching the show around were completely stunned at this time.

Which one is this from?

The girl was going to marry a dead man, and her mother came to do some makeup and wished the girl and her late husband a happy and harmonious life. The girl was unwilling and said her mother was crazy...

This is simply...enough for them to talk about after dinner for the next year.

Madam Mo still held up the rouge box and looked up at Mo Qingwan: "This is the only time for my daughter to get married, why don't you come as a mother? Come down, Wan'er, I will put on some makeup for you, and then... let's go."

go?

Mo Er was originally watching the show with great interest, but when he heard the word "go", he completely came to his senses and stopped.

His superficial respect for Madam Mo also disappeared completely, and he shouted: "Sister-in-law! You actually joined her in making trouble! This marriage is a farce. My Mo family is a wealthy family, how can we allow the eldest daughter to marry a dead person?! Come! Come! Madam is not feeling well, send her back quickly!"

The people brought by Mo Er were a little hesitant.

Although Mrs. Mo rarely appears in public, she is still the eldest lady of the Mo family.

Should they listen to the Second Master and take the First Lady away? If the First Master comes back, will he punish them?

The servant was undecided and in a dilemma for a moment.

The maids that Madam Mo brought with her today were all her confidants. Upon hearing this, they immediately gathered around her and protected her. "You little bastards! How dare you lay hands on Madam Mo! I tell you, if you dare to touch a hair of Madam Mo today, I will fight you to the death!"

Madam Mo still ignored Mo Erzhi's words and just looked at Mo Qingwan stubbornly, "This may... be the last thing your mother can do for you."

"What do you mean?" Mo Qingwan's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but get off the horse. He grabbed Madam Mo's wrist and asked, "Mother, what do you mean by this? What did you do before?"

Only at this moment did Mo Qingwan vaguely realize that some of the things that had happened before seemed to have gone smoothly.

Mo Zongkai is a well-known playboy, so how can he order the people in the school to do what they want? Aren't the people in the school afraid of getting into trouble, like this?

In the past, when her father went out, he would leave his trusted confidant to look after Mo Zonkai. Why did the trusted confidant disappear before she even took any action this time?

Why...

Once things have results, go back and look for answers, and everything will become clear.

Madam Mo smiled at her calmly and stroked her hair which was not decorated with hairpins. "Don't ask so many questions. Come on."

As she spoke, she did not take the rouge pen handed to her by Nanny Wu, but directly dipped a little crimson rouge with her fingertips.

Great shock and regret swept over Mo Qingwan's mind. She had been complaining and refusing to see her mother, but in return, she received her mother's almost suicidal protection.

She was wrong...

She doesn't want to.

My eyes could no longer hold back the tears that were pouring down.

The moment Madam Mo's finger touched her forehead, she turned her head away abruptly, and then, as if she had thought of something, she grabbed Madam Mo's wrist tightly and said, "Mother, mother has made up for me. Come with me... go with me."

My mother’s wrists are really thin and prickly, like old tree bark.

not like this.

It wasn’t like this before.

Before, her mother was a fair and plump beauty, with flesh on her forearms and upper arms. She liked to sleep in the summer with her hand on her mother's arm. It was soft and cool, like the cold rice cakes that cost five cents a bowl on the street.