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

Mo Ertai pretended to be understanding and said, "Master, this old sister is living with the eldest brother's family. How will she live in the future?"

Look, you were so kind, sir, that you left them thirty taels. Now, before the silver has even warmed up, they've already started wasting it. They've lost everything. Now that they've lost all their money, how are they going to get by?

Otherwise, Master, please take my elder sister back home. Seeing my elder sister eating coarse food, I feel bad too.

Mr. Mo said: "Don't worry about them. If you don't let them suffer a little, they will not know how high the heaven is and how deep the earth is. When they can't eat and can't make a living, they will naturally come back."

Mo Ertai thought sinisterly in her heart. When your family can no longer make ends meet and come back with a desperate face, she will definitely make them pay. You are a family of sluts.

When only Mrs. Mo and her daughter were left in the room, Mo Xiaoqiao said, "Mom, didn't Third Brother say he would sell that Mo Daya as my dowry?" Why hasn't he done anything yet?

I'm getting married in two months. Last time, you gave the 100 taels to my second brother, and my third brother each got 50 taels. I didn't get anything.

If Mo Daya's marriage fails this time, what will happen to my marriage? If I don't have a decent dowry, my in-laws will definitely look down on me.

Okay, I get it. You're my sweetheart. No one can be wronged, but you're the one I'm most cherished for. Just be a good bride. Don't worry about your dowry. I'll make sure it's a grand occasion for you. I'll bring you honor in your in-laws' family.

Really? Thank you, Mom. Mo Xiaoqiao said coquettishly.

Mo Ertai is not just plotting against Mo Daya.

She wanted to make her daughter's marriage a grand affair. How could the betrothal gift from Mo Daya alone be enough? Mo Daya was an old maid. Moreover, her reputation with the matchmaker wasn't very good. Naturally, the price she would fetch wouldn't be high.

Butcher Chen had only offered ten taels of silver as a gift. Even with the half pig, it was only twelve or thirteen taels at most. In everyone's eyes, Mo Daya's gift was already an exorbitant sum.

But the real sky-high price is yet to come. This Mo Erya can be sold for twenty taels, which is a sky-high price for farmers.

Mo Erya was pretty and young, and her price was much higher than Mo Daya's.

Now we just have to wait for the second son to finish the matter. As long as it is done, his daughter's wedding will be a grand occasion.

The second and third sons received some money and have been looking for a bigger house.

Later, the old couple moved to the town to live with their sons.

Initially, Master Mo still disagreed with Mo Lao San's house change. Later, Mo Lao San suggested giving his son fifty taels of silver, half for his son's imperial examinations and the other half for a new house. Otherwise, if his son passed the imperial examination, it would be embarrassing to have such a small house when guests came to visit.

After hearing this, Mr. Mo thought it made sense. Naturally, he had no objection. As long as it didn't delay his grandson's imperial examination, everything else was important. His eldest grandson was the most important thing.

Afterwards, Master Mo asked Mrs. Mo Er to take out 20 taels of silver from her home and give it to Mr. Mo San. Mrs. Mo Er also kept it a secret from her second son. Otherwise, if Mr. Mo San knew, he would definitely make a scene again.

These days, Mo Rao has been fiddling with her clothes at home, sorting them out and folding them neatly. The clothes are now clean and bright, like new. It's a world of difference from before. The clothes before looked like they were picked up from the garbage dump.

Mo Rao also had Mo Qingshan make a few movable clothes hangers and a few human-shaped mannequins carved from wood.

During this period, people came and went in our house, and the bricks were brought back in truckloads.

Regarding building a house, Mo Rao has already given the blueprints to Mo's father.

Father Mo can handle the next thing himself.

Mo Rao is now only focused on selling clothes.

The last time Father Mo borrowed his uncle's cart, it was damaged. Father Mo paid Uncle Mo two taels of silver as compensation.

There were no carts available to borrow. Without a cart, Mo Rao went to Grandpa Mo's house, intending to rent an oxcart from him for the day.

"Uncle Mo, how much does it cost to rent an ox cart from your family for a day?" Mo Rao asked.

Our oxcart goes back and forth to town four times a day. Each round trip costs thirty wen, so four trips a day makes one hundred and twenty wen. If you want to rent our oxcart for a day, just pay one hundred and twenty wen.

The price given by Mr. Mo is the price for a full house.

Sometimes not every trip was full. But Mo Rao didn't mind. After all, the price for renting a bullock cart for a day was reasonable.

Mo Rao said, "Mr. Mo, I'm going to the capital. I might be back late, so I'll charge you 150 wen a day. Is that okay with you?"

"Okay, no problem. When do you need the car?" asked Mr. Mo.

Let’s do it tomorrow. We’ll set off at 1:00 AM tomorrow,” Mo Rao said.

Okay, Mr. Mo agreed.

Seeing that the problem was solved, Mo Rao's mood also improved. Now the weather is getting colder day by day, and she has started to wear thick clothes in the morning and evening.

The clothes that Mo Rao has in her hands can be sold at a good price at this time.

The next day, before dawn, Mr. Mo arrived at the door of the Mo family.

Father Mo was naturally worried about Mo Rao going to the provincial capital alone.

So he asked Mo Qingshan to go along. If it weren't for the heavy house-building work at home, Mo's father would have gone along too.

The family loaded the clothes onto the oxcart one load at a time. They also placed the hangers and mannequins on the cart. The cart was completely packed. Father Mo tied the ropes tightly, fearing they wouldn't fall off if they weren't tied securely.

Mo Rao sat on the pile of clothes and said worriedly, "Dad, are you sure it's tied firmly? Don't throw me off halfway."

Don't worry, my daughter, I have your father tied up tightly.

Murao and Mo Qingshan sat down on the pile of clothes. Everything was ready. The oxcart began to move forward.

Mo Rao sat on the oxcart, feeling its swaying motion. She had a single thought: would she fall? She felt so insecure.

Mo Rao wanted to make money and buy a carriage. In this era, carriages were like the top luxury cars of later generations.