Crossing Over to Yamada Love

"Minister of War Chen? Chen Qingchi?" Madam Wang asked, squinting her eyes as she thought for a moment.

"Huh? I didn't expect an old woman like you to know our great-grandfather's name. Our great-grandfather has been retired for many years. The current master is his eldest son." The burly man was surprised that Wang could know their great-grandfather's name.

"Eldest son? That's Chen Xuewen!" Wang's voice trembled slightly, and a strange light flickered in her eyes.

"You know quite a lot, that's right. Our master's name is indeed Chen Xuewen, and his youngest daughter has entered the palace and is very much favored by our emperor, so we are not afraid of the Xue family. You can hand over the prescription, or you'll be in big trouble." The man began to threaten again.

"Hai's mother, is it him?" Mo Quan asked Wang Shi, his voice trembling.

"Yes," Wang replied heavily, slowly closing her eyes as tears streamed down her face.

"You beasts, if you want to fight or kill, come at me, the old man! Release my Changhe River and my army!" Mo Quan roared angrily at the burly men.

"Hey, you old codger's got some nerve, trying to rush up here to die? Come on, if you're tired of living, come on up, grandpa's going to give you a stab." The burly man laughed and pointed his knife at Mo Quan.

"Don't touch my father!" Mo Changhe had been punched many times and had a knife held to his neck. Now, seeing the man pointing a knife at his father, he was furious. He struggled and broke free from the man holding him, then punched him in the face.

The man seemed not to have expected Mo Changhe to fight back, and took a solid punch to the face. Realizing what had happened, he yelled and charged at Mo Changhe.

Mo Quan, Mo Changhai, and Chen Xuan immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed forward.

Qiu and Liu also set their sights on the man who was pinning Qiu Dajun down. They picked up rolling pins and started hitting him. When the man saw that the two women dared to use weapons against him, he quickly released Qiu Dajun and went to meet the two women.

After being released, Qiu Dajun dared not rest. Since he had no weapon, he picked up a stool and smashed it against the man's back.

Wang and Mo Mei also took turns using stools to join the fight. Qin was very worried when she saw her son rushing up, but after looking at the situation on the Mo family's side, she didn't know where she got the strength, so she also picked up a stool and joined the fight. In no time, the room was in chaos.

With a "whoosh," the fighting men were soaked by something. They were startled; in the heat of the fight, why were these people splashing water on them? Getting them wet wouldn't solve anything. But the water smelled strangely sweet.

"Stop, or I'll burn you all!" Mo Lan shouted in a shrill voice.

Everyone was stunned. The little girl was holding a burning piece of firewood, and a little boy next to her was also holding one. They were going to burn them alive! How?

No! What they just splashed wasn't water, could it have been oil? The leader realized and raised his sleeve to smell it. It smelled good; it was definitely oil. They had all been splashed with oil, and oil is merciless when it catches fire.

A fierce glint flashed in the man's eyes; he hadn't expected this family to be so tough. The girl was only about ten years old; she had actually poured oil on them and tried to burn them alive—this was something no ordinary girl would dare to do.

"None of you are allowed to lay a hand on us again, or we'll drag you down with us!" Mo Lan shouted sternly at the group.

Mo Changhe reached out and took the firewood from Xiao San'er's hand, waved it at the group, and said fiercely, "Come on, if you dare to come any closer, I'll burn you all to death."

The standoff continued. Mo Mei took Xiao San'er back to the backyard to get more firewood, lest the firewood go out and the men attack again.

"You dare!" A burly man, seemingly defiant, took two steps forward.

At this moment, Mo Changhe's heart was filled with anger. He didn't care about anything else and rushed towards the man with the torch. When the man saw that he was really coming, he hurriedly retreated. He didn't want to be roasted alive. This family was crazy!

"You're going to give me the prescription today, whether you want to or not. Want to stall? I'll keep you company and see how long you can hold out. I have guards at the door, and none of you are going to get out." The leader of the men had no way to deal with the Mo family, so he could only resort to threats.

Mo Lan's heart pounded with anxiety. How could they overcome this predicament? Revealing the recipe was definitely out of the question. The Xue family didn't just consist of the three brothers; they were currently preparing to open a shop in the capital. If they were to reveal the recipe, the rest of the Xue family would surely not let them off the hook. Then, the same tragic fate would await them.

If they don't give it to them, they won't get away with it. Look at their family members, almost all of them have injuries on their faces, even the women. What should they do?

"No one in our family is literate, and we don't know how to write down the prescriptions you need. How about we tell you and you write them down, okay?"

Just as Mo Lan was trying to come up with a solution, Wang Shi suddenly spoke up.

"Damn it, if you tell the Xue family, they won't let us off the hook. You can't say it!" Mo Quan shouted urgently.

"You old bastard, if you say another word, we'll beat you to death. If you don't talk, we won't let you go now." As soon as Mo Quan stopped Wang Shi, the man was about to throw a punch.

"No, no, we'll tell you. You can write it down." Wang hurriedly pulled Mo Quan back and whispered, "They won't let us go if we don't tell them. Let's tell them. Saving our lives is the most important thing right now."

"You're smart enough to know what's good for you, but doesn't your family own a shop? How come you can't read? How do you keep accounts?" the man asked, somewhat disbelievingly.

“We’re Uncle Cha. We’ll check how many buns were made and how many were sold to find out how much we made. As for those young masters, they all pay the same amount for their meals. They don’t care how much food they have, so we don’t need to keep accounts,” Mo Lan answered quickly.

"Brothers, who can write? Damn it, I can read words, but I can't read them. I can fight and play with women, but writing is a nightmare for me!" the leader shouted, asking his men.

"Hehe, boss, all I know is how to fight and play with women. I can't even write." A burly man chuckled.

“I know a few words, I’ll write them,” another burly man volunteered.

Mo Changhai found paper and a pen. The burly man glared at him and roared, "You have paper and a pen at home, yet you say no one can write? You dare to lie to me!"

“Who’s lying to you? This paper and pen are what my brother uses at the private school. He’s only been there for a few days, and the teacher just started teaching them to read. If you don’t believe me, let my brother write a few words for you to see.” After Mo Lan finished speaking, she grabbed Er Lang and said loudly, “Brother, write a few words for them to see.”

Erlang didn't say anything, but stepped forward, picked up a brush, and wrote a few Chinese characters on the paper. The characters he wrote were so bad that Lan wanted to laugh. Not only were they crooked, but the characters were also separated. They looked like the work of a child who had just learned to read.

After he finished writing, he put down his pen and said softly, "That's all I can write for now. I can't write anything more than that."

Mo Lan nodded and said to Erlang, "Not bad, brother, you've improved since last time."

The man picked up Erlang's calligraphy and looked at it for a long time. The man next to him who could write well spat after reading it and said with a curse, "With this level of skill, you dare to come out and write? Your education has gone to waste. I can write better with my feet than you."

He dipped his brush in ink and said, "Let's begin, Grandpa will write this."

Wang stepped forward and said softly, "Then I'll start by talking about the flour for making sweet and sour pork. First, wash the sweet potatoes clean, then dry them, then chop them with a knife, then use a funnel..."

Just as Wang was speaking, the person writing the Chinese characters shouted, "Stop!" After shouting, he looked at Wang suspiciously and asked, "You old geezer, you're not trying to trick me, are you? Is it that difficult? I can't write most of these ridiculous characters you're talking about. Are you deliberately making things difficult for Grandpa?"

“Who deliberately made things difficult for you? That’s what the Xue family told us. We tried many times before we succeeded. If it weren’t difficult, not just anyone could do it.” Mo Lan shouted at him.

“That’s true, but I can’t write any of these characters. Damn it, I should have learned more from the teacher. Boss, I can’t write them, what should we do?” The man helplessly pleaded with their leader for help.

"Then you can say it aloud. We'll remember it." The leader's eyes flashed with a shrewd light, and then he ordered them to speak.

“Alright, then I’ll speak…” Wang Shi started talking rapidly, mostly in the local dialect of the village. Even Mo Lan couldn’t understand some parts of her speech, let alone the men.

The men were completely confused. The leader frowned and cursed, "You old hag, are you trying to mess with me? I haven't understood a single word you've said. How am I supposed to remember something so hard to understand? Speak Mandarin to me!"

“Mandarin? What is Mandarin? Is it what officials speak? No one in my family is an official. In our area, we haven’t produced an official in generations. How could I speak Mandarin?” Wang spoke in fluent local dialect, and the troubled look on her face was so genuine that no one could tell she was lying.

“That’s true. In this wretched place, how can they speak Mandarin? What can we do? I can’t understand what you’re saying, and I can’t write it down either. You’re deliberately making things difficult for me.” The man was at a loss for what to do.

"Brother, isn't your husband literate? Why don't we ask him to write for us? And Master Cheng, he's a scholar who passed the imperial examinations, he can write too, shall we go to him?" Mo Lan whispered her opinion.

"Don't you dare try anything funny and ask someone for help? No way, none of you are leaving here. I won't give you that chance." The leader glared at Mo Lan after hearing her words; he was determined not to let them out.

"What should we do then? Why don't you gentlemen go back first, and tonight we'll secretly have my brother's doctor write down the prescription? You can come and pick it up tomorrow, so you won't have to worry about us reporting it. Besides, with such powerful backers behind you gentlemen, how could we dare to report it to anyone? We still want to live," Mo Lan said timidly.