I travel back and forth between ancient and modern times, hoarding goods to raise my grandchildren a

"Madam, Mr. Mo, something terrible has happened! A lot of people have come outside, saying they want to see you and demand that you pay for their daughter's life."

Hearing Chang'an's words, the already aging Old Master Mo and Old Madam Mo seemed to age even more in an instant.

The other Mohist leaders lowered their heads once again.

The second son asked in confusion, "Grandfather, what's going on?"

"Cousin, I know."

The youngest girl spoke first: "They are all my aunt's family members. They come over every month, saying that my grandparents killed my aunt and that they want my grandparents to pay for my aunt's death."

They even said that if they didn't want to pay with their lives, they could just give them all the grain in their house.

My grandfather had students bring him food and water, but we could only taste them briefly before he gave them all away.

“Every time they came, my grandfather would bring them food.”

"My second brother said it's because they always have food when they come, which is why they always come."

"If I could get food every time I went to someone's house and never go hungry, I would like to go to other people's houses."

The little girl's name was Mo Yunfei, she explained in her childish voice.

She quickly lowered her head and began to drink the porridge in large gulps.

"I need to eat more quickly, otherwise Grandfather will give them more food later, and we will continue to go hungry."

"Brothers and sisters, you should eat quickly too, eat lots and lots of food."

Yu Wanwan understood.

No wonder Old Master Mo, the headmaster of an academy, could let himself and his family starve to this extent.

It turns out they gave away all the grain.

Grandpa Mo sighed.

"The eldest son's wife did starve herself to death because she wanted to save food for us."

Now, only her parents and a few children remain in her family. I feel guilty towards them, especially... I'm the one who has wronged Yunfei and the others.

Seeing his brother's utter dejection, his eldest grandson felt a pang of sympathy and explained, "General's wife, cousin, don't listen to my sister's nonsense."

Although every time they came, my grandfather would give them some food out of kindness.

But each time, Grandfather would still leave enough for us; he only gave up his own portion.

Yu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

She is somewhat saintly, but not quite.

She almost thought that the teacher at their Pei Family Academy was going to be replaced.

"Madam General, please sit here with the children for a while. I will go out to see them."

Old Master Mo stood up shakily.

Even with someone helping him, his legs trembled uncontrollably just standing, let alone walking, especially from their courtyard to the gate.

He had only taken two steps when his upper body suddenly lurched forward, and he fell forward.

“Mr. Mo, please sit down. Since the visitors wish to see you, I will have Chang’an bring them in.”

Old Master Mo hesitated for a moment, then looked at the food on the table: "Once they come in, what will happen to all this..."

Yu Wanwan didn't care much: "It doesn't matter. These things are all mine. I don't owe them anything. If I don't want to give them something, I won't give it to them even if they kneel in front of me."

You don't need to worry that I'll make things difficult for you out of consideration for you. That's simply not the case. Although you are the second son's maternal grandfather, this is the first time we've met. You don't have any special status with me.

Old Master Mo: "..."

Even though Yu Wanwan was just telling the truth, why did he feel strange saying it to his face?

That's really heartbreaking.

Fortunately, there are no more concerns now.

Since Yu Wanwan had said so, he nodded and agreed to let Chang'an go out and bring the person in.

Almost the time it takes to brew a cup of tea has passed, and they still haven't arrived.

Yu Wanwan and the others almost thought that the other party might have given up and run away.

Unexpectedly, just as they had finished drinking their porridge and were preparing to clear the table, the person was finally brought over.

Seeing them, Yu Wanwan and the others understood why it had taken them so long to walk from the main gate to here.

Because these people in front of us are really too weak.

Grandpa Mo and his family originally looked almost like zombies, so thin they were deformed.

The people Chang'an brought in looked more like zombies than zombies themselves.

Their legs could no longer be called legs; they were just two bones for walking. Even with trousers covering them, the shape of the two bones was clearly visible.

How could you possibly walk very fast with just two bones like that?

Their hands were like deep-fried chicken feet, with bone wrapped under the skin.

A skull is on the long, thin, bone-like neck.

Yu Wanwan felt that even people like Xiao Bao's parents, who were so hungry they ate whatever they could find, would lose their appetite seeing them like this.

They might even ask them if they want to have a bite or two?

It's no wonder that Old Master Mo has a saintly heart towards them.

They're in such a terrible state; if she were in their shoes, she'd probably develop a saintly heart too.

Even after they entered the courtyard, the few steps from the gate to them were extremely difficult.

The bones in his body, barely held together by a layer of skin, seemed as if they might fall apart at any moment.

They finally managed to help each other to reach Grandpa Mo.

Suddenly, they all knelt down on the ground.

Yu Wanwan felt as if she heard the crisp sound of bones hitting the ground.

I wonder if it hurts them when they bump into each other like that.

Anyway, Yu Wanwan was in a lot of pain.

“Mr. Mo, we came here because we had nowhere else to go.”

"Please have pity on us and give us some compensation. Please."

"We don't need you to pay for our lives, just give us some food."

"Please, if there's no more food, my grandsons will die."

"Mo Yan, please say a few words for your grandfather. You don't want to watch him and your cousins ​​starve to death, do you?"

Mo Yan is the eldest grandson who just helped explain things to Old Master Mo.

His mother was the daughter the old man was talking about, and the aunt the little girl was talking about.

With red eyes, he rushed over and helped the old man up. "Grandfather, please don't kneel. Let's talk things out."

The old man pushed him away.

“If this old man’s kneeling can bring me food, so that your cousins ​​won’t starve to death like your uncles, then this old man is willing to kneel here forever.”

“Master Mo, I will no longer call you Master Mo. I will just call you my in-law. In-law, please give us some more food for the sake of my deceased daughter who gave birth to your family’s eldest grandson, Mo Yan.”

Yu Wanwan never asked anyone to clear the table.

Since they came in, besides the unfinished porridge and pickled vegetables, there has been bottled water, steamed buns, and snacks on the table.