The hawker smiled at Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun: "Two guest officers, I'm really sorry for letting you see such an unbearable scene."
Seeing that Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun were only frowning but didn't ask any questions, the peddler gave a wry smile, pointed to his head and said, "This woman has some problems with her brain, she usually likes to talk nonsense, and calls herself the daughter of the imperial capital every day, haha. Haha... How could Miss Qianjin be reduced to being a village woman in our Mojia Village? Don't mind the two of you, walk around, please come this way."
The hawker led the way, Su Luo and Nangong Liuyun walked hand in hand.
The two of them looked at each other, and there was a knowing smile in their eyes that only they could understand.
Su Luo pulled Nangong Liuyun, looked at the Mojia Village, and asked the hawker seemingly unintentionally: "We don't dare to be interested in that woman, but your Mojia Village's historical origin, scenic spots, cultural heritage, famous officials and so on. , can you tell us about it?"
Seeing that Su Luo was not in a good mood, the gossip king Xiaohua, the hawker was overjoyed and explained the long history of Mojia Village to Su Luo with a smile.
From the hawker's words, Su Luo really heard something.
Mojia Village was relocated shortly after the death of Taizu. Over the years, the direct line of this bloodline has been continuously passed down. The eldest son of each generation will be the village head of Mojia Village, so it has been passed down to the present day. The blood is still very pure.
Su Luo thought to herself that the specific matter could not be asked from this hawker, but she still asked what the hawker was called.
"My name is Mo Jiaqiang, and I'm from the Jiazi generation. I really have to count it seriously. It's the same generation as our Majesty. You know, when our Majesty was the crown prince, there was Jia in the name. Later, because of taboo, So it was changed to Jia." The hawker said proudly.
Su Luo smiled and nodded: "It's amazing."
"That's it! We people from Mojia Village, if we really want to talk about it, that is the blood of the royal family!" Mo Jiaqiang was proud.
Su Luo asked unintentionally, "You all stay in Mojia Village all year round? No one lives in the Imperial City?"
Mo Jiaqiang said angrily: "Our ancestors have orders, family children can engage in business and cultivate, but they are absolutely not allowed to take scientific examinations, let alone become officials!"
Su Luo's eyes flickered slightly, is he not allowed to be an official? Did the ancestors of the Mojia Village experience any stimulation in the imperial capital? After all, there must be something strange about this!
Su Luo always thought that the Mo family was just the Mo family, but did not know that the Mo family turned out to be a side branch of the royal family.
When Su Luo was about to ask in detail, an indifferent voice suddenly appeared in the slash: "Mo Jiaqiang, you are talking too much!"
Coercive, indifferent, intimidating voice!
Su Luo looked back subconsciously, it was an old man, dressed in a linen robe, he looked like an ordinary old man, but the aura of his hands behind his back and the sharpness in his eyes were not something that an ordinary old farmer could possess. of.
Mo Jiaqiang raised his head subconsciously, and when he saw the old man in front of him, his face instantly turned pale: "Third Uncle! You, why are you here?!"
The third uncle glared at Mo Jiaqiang, turned his head, and those hawk-like eyes swept coldly on the faces of Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo.
At this moment, Su Luo had already taken off the mask, so that peerless face fell into the eyes of the third uncle.
The third uncle frowned even tighter: "Who are they?!"
Mo Jiaqiang hurriedly explained: "These two guest officials came from afar and traveled all the way to our Mojia Village.