The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

Auntie Fat looked again and again in disbelief, the clothes were still not clean.

What is this? Why is there foam in the water?

And this is a mold stain. She was sure it was a mold stain. It was amazing how clothes with mold stains could be washed so clean.

How can this be?

A string of question marks tangled in Aunt Fatty's mind.

She was so surprised that she didn't know which question to ask.

What did you use to wash this? How can it be so clean?

Mo Rao had told her mother that she didn't intend to hide the soapberry business from everyone. After all, soapberry grew in the mountains. And she didn't need to use it to make money.

Mo's mother said: "This is the soapberry that my family uses." Then she took out a soapberry from her backpack and showed it to Aunt Pang.

When Auntie Pang saw the soapberry, she knew it. The tree was covered with sharp thorns. Sometimes when she came across such a tree, she would avoid it, fearing the thorns would prick her. She had never imagined that this thing could actually be used to wash clothes. This discovery made Auntie Pang very happy. Normally, they would beat the clothes with a mallet, which was not only tiring but also less likely to produce dust.

An elderly woman said to Old Lady Mo: "Qingshan, you knew there was such a useful thing, why didn't you share it with us? We are all half-dead. You have lived through most of your life, and now you are telling us."

"Grandma Xiuxiu, you're really wronging me. I didn't discover this thing. My granddaughter discovered it. My granddaughter discovered that this thing can wash clothes. Look, didn't we tell you about it?" Old Mrs. Mo complained.

Old Mrs. Mo and Grandma Xiuxiu are usually close, so they talk to each other in a more casual manner.

How come your granddaughter is so capable? Grandma Xiuxiu praised sincerely.

Of course, you don’t even look at whose granddaughter she is, Mrs. Mo said proudly.

That's right! Your granddaughter is quite capable. I'm so envious of her.

You envy me. Your Xiuxiu is so filial. Why don't you go to heaven? If your Xiuxiu hears this, I wonder if she will still help you massage your shoulders and legs.

"Oh! I'm just saying, look at you," said Xiuxiu.

Some people outside the door heard that the clothes they washed were for the owner of the house. Some people were jealous at first, but now they were not jealous anymore.

Some women were shocked when they learned that soapberries could be used to wash clothes, while others were embarrassed and offered to help.

The fat aunt next door was helping Mo's mother wash clothes until dark, when everyone went home.

Seeing that it was already dark outside and Mo Qingshan and his father still hadn't returned, the Mo family members began to get restless.

After all, the capital was a bit far from them, taking an hour by oxcart. They were pushing a cart, so it might take a little longer. About two and a half hours, or about five hours.

They left before dawn, so they should have returned by now.

Mo Rao felt something was amiss. A hard currency like tigers was in high demand everywhere, and every inch of a tiger was a treasure. Logically, it would be easy to sell it.

Calculate the round trip time. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be home by this time, but he hasn't come back yet, which is not right.

Mo Rao decided to go look for it.

Old Mrs. Mo said worriedly: "Girl, why don't we wait a little longer? If he hasn't come back yet, let's go out and look for him again."

It wasn't that Old Lady Mo didn't want to go out and look for him. It was just that she was worried. There were only a few elderly, weak, women, and children left at home. It wouldn't be appropriate to let anyone go out.

Mo Rao said: "Grandma, I'd better go out and look for him now. Otherwise, I won't be worried. He hasn't come back for such a long time."

The whole family was sitting together late at night. They couldn't eat anything and just drank some porridge.

The family looked into the distance from time to time, but no one was in sight.

Mo Rao couldn't sit still any longer. She said, "I'm going to go out and look for it now. Otherwise, I'll be in a state of panic."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Mo Rao, Old Lady Mo said, "It's really not appropriate for you, a girl, to walk at night. Go to your second uncle's house. Have your second uncle's eldest brother accompany you to look for it."

Go to the village entrance and find your uncle Mo and rent his oxcart. Use the oxcart to find him, as it's faster.

Meng Rao listened to Old Lady Meng's arrangement and felt that there was no problem. She said, "Then I will go to Mr. Mo's house first and rent an ox cart."

Mo's mother said: "I'm going to his second uncle's house. Ask his second uncle and Guzi to help me."

Mo Erniang hurriedly said: I will go with my eldest sister.

"My second sister and I will follow my eldest sister," said Mo Sanniang.

Mo Baoshan knew that he was too young to follow them, and that he would only cause trouble. So he sat quietly at the table, trying not to cause any trouble for his family.

Zhang Lanlan said: "Second sister, third sister, you stay at home. I will go with my eldest sister."

If it wasn't late at night, and Zhang Lanlan felt it was inappropriate for her to be alone with a stranger, she wouldn't have let Mo Rao go with her. After all, it's not safe to go out at night.

After a while, Mo Rao rented an ox cart from Uncle Mo at the east end of the village.

Mo's mother was also invited, along with his second uncle and Gu Zi.

When the two heard that Mo Qingshan had gone to the capital with his father and had not returned yet, they followed them out to look for him without saying anything.

Mo Rao got on the ox cart with her second uncle, eldest cousin and sister-in-law.

As night falls, a bright moon hangs in the sky, casting silver light on the earth. The moonlight is as soft as a veil.

In the moonlight, the mountains appear even more majestic, their outlines clearly visible, as if they were carved.

The river flows in the moonlight, and the ripples on the water are like countless stars dancing. The river flows quietly, without the hustle and bustle of the day, only the tranquility and peace under the moonlight.

The moonlight illuminated the fields and forests. Rice paddies stretched across the land like silver carpets, their ears rustling softly in the breeze. The trees in the forest appeared mysterious and solemn in the moonlight, their shadows intertwined like a mystical scroll.

The moonlight also illuminated the village. As I walked along, the roofs and walls of the houses were dyed with a layer of silver.

Such a beautiful scenery. If it were any other time, Mo Rao would definitely be mesmerized by it.

But Mo Rao had no intention of appreciating such a beautiful scene today. All she could see were her father and elder brother.