Mr. Mo Si has a daughter and three sons. Mo Xiujie is the youngest. Mo Ran's two uncles and one aunt both broke off contact with their brother and sister after her father passed away.

This seems to have nothing to do with Mo Ran’s willfulness, but several relatives took this as a matter of course to get rid of the Mo siblings.

I heard that Mo Ran's aunt and uncle lived well and had already flown out of the village and lived in the city with great success. Mo Xiujie had only had a superficial relationship with them during his lifetime and had not been very close, let alone now.

Although the second uncle is still in the village, I heard that he is going to move out. The Mo Rongrong in front of me is the daughter of her second uncle's family.

Mo Ran roughly knows their virtues for such relatives. When they were rich and gave up, they were reborn in this body. Although she was willing to repay her kindness, there was no need for such relatives.

Mo Ran glanced at Mo Rongrong indifferently. She should be fifteen years old. If she were in the Great Qi Dynasty, she would have been well-educated. Such a childish and provocative person was so naive and regardless of occasion, Mo Ran suspected that she had no brains.

Mo Ran withdrew his gaze and turned around to look at her. Most of the yards were elders, not to mention that she had already seen the door of the main house just now.

Mo Rongrong, who was ignored, looked at Mo Ran in shock and angrily, and glared at him. Mo Ran, who usually swears and takes action with disagreement, completely ignored her words today!

And what was her look just now? It made her feel unhappy all over! It seemed to be despised!

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Your ears are deaf!" Mo Rongrong pointed at Mo Ran angrily, regardless of her image.

But Mo Ran took a few steps forward, supported an old man who had just walked out of the door, and smiled and said, "Happy New Year in Grandpa Third."

Even without Mo Jiabao's reminder, Mo Ran could be sure that this old man was Mr. Mo San. There were only a few people in the village who were of the grandfather's generation who could rank them by numbers.

These people are all very famous, like Mo Ran’s grandfather, who is called Mo Siye, but he has passed away.

Mr. Mo San was actually a scholar when he was young. He had just become a scholar. At that time, China started fighting. Mr. Mo San joined the army with several middle-aged men in the village.

Mr. Mo San came back more than ten years ago, but I heard that he still has military rank. He returned to Mojia Village because his roots are here. The old man thought that he would fall back into his roots after his death.

More than a dozen old men surrounded Mr. Mo San to go out, and he was the only one wearing a military uniform. The military uniform looked old, but it still couldn't hide the old man's pride and the spirit was particularly strong when worn on his body.

Master Mo San is 91 years old this year, but his complexion is surprisingly good. He is very eye-catching among a group of old men.

Mo Rongrong noticed that Mr. Mo San had come out. The proud princess looked like she was immediately depressed and hurriedly found her mother and leaned over.

Everyone was also surprised. Master Mo San was respectful, not to mention that Master Mo San was a man who had been on the battlefield and had a strong evil spirit. Even if the adults saw him, they would only dare to answer respectfully a few steps away. The children were even more exaggerated and hid far away like mice. Where could anyone dare to come over like Mo Ran?

Master Mo San looked down at the little girl in front of him. The old man was covered in white hair, but his eyes were very good and his memory was not bad. However, the children in the village generally did not appear in front of him, so he felt that it was novel.

"Happy New Year, little girl, whose girl are you? Where are your parents?" Mr. Mo San said. In fact, he is just an old man, and he will not be fierce when he sees others. He is helpless about the children's fear of him.

Mo Ranxu helped Master Mo San walk down the steps, "Go back to Grandpa San, my name is Mo Ran, I am Mo Xiujie's daughter."

For Mo Ran's polite answer, Master Mo San felt even more fond of his feelings, but he was confused in his eyes. An old man reminded him in time, "Third Master, Mo Xiujie is the youngest son of Master Fourth."

Mr. Mo San remembered it immediately, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Mo Ran was Mo Laosi's granddaughter. He knew Mo Ran's misfortune, but he didn't mention it at all. He pulled out his hand and patted Mo Ran on the shoulder, "Good child, and your third grandfather, the third grandfather remembers you."

Mo Ran's shoulder sank, the old man slapped his hand hard enough, and her body was really too weak.

"Thank you, Grandpa Three." Mo Ran looked at the old man and said. In fact, she just wanted to get close to the eldest grandfather in Mojia Village. The evil spirit and calmness on the old man were very similar to her grandfather...

But Mo Ran was grateful for what Mr. Mo San said. She knew that the words said by elders like this were sonorous and concise, representing one spit and one nail, and doing what they said.

When they arrived in front of Yunbu, Mo Ran retreated. Several middle-aged men arranged for collective worship. The yard was really small, so they invited all the female relatives out. Mo Rongrong was also pulled out by her mother.

As Mo Ran, as Mo Xiujie's daughter, she naturally stayed without Mo Fei's presence.

The worship was hosted by Mr. Mo San. He read the ancestral teachings. Mo Ran listened carefully. Mo Jia Village looked backward, but the ancestral teachings were very stern and quite upright.

For example, the tribe must unite and help each other. If one side is in trouble, support each other from generation to generation. The descendants of the Mo family must remember...

Sacrifice wine, burn incense, kneel down, and sacrifice ends in a solemn atmosphere.

Looking at the surrounded Mr. Mo Ran knew that she had no share, so she left with Mo Jiabao.

When he went out, he saw Mo Rongrong kicking the stones and showing off her anger. Her mother was standing next to her. Seeing Mo Ran come out, Mo Rongrong immediately stared at Mo Ran with a pair of eyes that he wanted to kill.

It turned out that she was scolded by her mother just now. Although Mr. Mo San would not investigate who a spoiled child was, they also lost their face.

Mo Rongrong was just scolded and didn't dare to challenge again. Mo Ran didn't take her seriously, so he walked back without looking at her. But when he passed by the mother and daughter, Mo Rongrong didn't speak, but Mo Rongrong's mother suddenly said:

"Xiao Ran, why are you so uneducated? You don't even wish you a New Year when you see your second aunt?"

Mo Ran suddenly stopped, his delicate eyebrows frowned, and his sharp eyes swept towards the woman. If it were put before, this woman would have to tear her mouth even if she didn't die!

This was what cursed the former master Mo Ran, and it was her! The anger on his body flashed, and Mo Ran sneered and said, "I am far inferior to you and your daughter."

Mo Ran knew why Mo Rongrong was crazy, this is hereditary!

The woman was obviously unhappy, but after all, Mo Rongrong could control her emotions. Seeing everyone pointing fingers, she immediately changed the topic, "Forget it, you are still young, what are your second aunts calculating about you?

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I'm going to go back to have dinner with Jiabao at noon? I see you two... Is it a good thing to be near? Haha, should I congratulate you in advance?"

Everyone whispered, and Mo Jiabao's face turned red and he was angry! He just helped Mo Ran. Some long-tongued women like to gossip around on weekdays, but they were not as excessive as this woman. In front of so many people, they were clearly destroying Mo Ran's reputation!

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Momoda, is Ni Meng obediently chasing the article? o(∩_∩)o~
Chapter completed!