How poor is Mojia Village?

As long as you inquire, you will understand that every village around you only has one impression when it comes to Mojia Village, you will be poor! ‘Don’t marry a daughter, you would rather throw it in the riverside’ has become a famous saying in the local area. Anyone who can live a good life will not let his daughter marry into Mojia Village and suffer poverty.

Therefore, women in Mojia Village get married every year, but men in Mojia Village rarely get married. Over time, a large number of bachelors have been hoarded in the entire Mojia Village.

But it is said that it is one thing, but it is another thing that you saw with your own eyes.

Under the leadership of Uncle Li and Fu Bo, Mo Dun saw the real Mojia Village. A bumpy dirt road ran across the entire village. The road was filled with the villagers' domestic sewage, and it was dark and emitting an unpleasant smell. The road was lined with low thatched huts, and a bleak autumn wind blew, causing a lot of thatched huts to fly in the sky.

An old man with gray hair rushed out of the room and wanted to get the blown thatch back, but as the thatch flew higher and higher, he finally gave up dejectedly and finally returned to the house cursingly.

"call!"

Mo Dun exhaled solemnly and said, "Let's go!"

He walked forward along the bumpy path, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Uncle Fu and Li Yi looked at each other and followed Mo Dun immediately.

"There are 960 households in Mojia Village, with a total of 3,512 people. This is your Uncle Wang family. Uncle Wang was once the master's personal guard. He was a first-class hero in the Shengong Camp back then."

Uncle Fu pointed to a thin one-armed old man in front of a thatched hut and introduced.

"Uncle Wang." Mo Dun saluted respectfully.

"Young master has ruined my husband!" Uncle Wang, one-armed, quickly replied.

"This is your uncle fish, known as the fish master, making fish is a master. He was the leader of the army back then. Now the emperor had eaten fish master's food when he was in the army, and he was full of praise." Li Yi said, pointing to a middle-aged man in his forties in the neighboring house.

"Hello Master Fish!" Mo Dun greeted.

"This is……"

"This is……"

One by one, Modun greeted him one by one.

I heard that the young master came out to inspect the village, and many villagers rushed out of their homes, rushing to watch and say hello.

"Hello, Master!"

"Young Master!"

"Little Lord!"

...

Although the greetings are different, everyone respects Modun from the bottom of their hearts. After all, Modun takes out his salary every year to help Mojia Village. Although Mojia Village is the poorest village within a radius of dozens of miles, it is the most united.

In addition, the Mohist family advocates love for all living beings, and the whole village helps each other. No matter how big the disaster year is, a villager in Mohist village has never starved to death.

Modun looked at the respectful gaze of the villagers and couldn't help but feel sour, because he found that many villagers did not have a complete piece of clothing, mostly with very old patches.

And now it is winter, and many villagers are still wearing single clothes. Everyone has pale faces and thin skin, and their eyes reveal sadness.

What is even more sad is that all the men come out are all men, and there are very few young women, and there are too many bachelors in Mojia Village.

"How many men in Mojia Village have not married?" Mo Dun asked in a low voice.

"Three hundred and fifty-one people over the age of 18 have not married. From the sixth year of Wude to the last year of this year, Mojia Village has married a total of twenty families, and this year, no villagers have married!" Li Yi choked with tears.

"Mojia Village is so poor that no family who can live on will want their daughter to come to Mojia Village to suffer." Uncle Fu sighed.

Modun was silent, and a surge of energy was rising in his heart. These villagers were the soldiers who followed his father to fight in all directions. They were all his father's brothers. Many young men were brothers who grew up with him and played with him.

Now these people are living in dire straits, Mo Dun feels that he needs to change the status quo of Mojia Village.

He wants the villagers of Mojia Village to live a happy life, and he wants to make Mojia Village a prosperous village in the world. This is a remnant of this body, and it is his responsibility as a current person.

Thinking of this, Modun was immediately filled with passion, and stepped onto a large stone pier with big stairs.

"Dear uncles and uncles, brothers, you have suffered!" Mo Dun bowed and apologized to the villagers.

"Young Master can't do it!" The villagers immediately exhorted loudly. In their impression, they were all they saluting to the young master, so how could the young master give them a big gift?

"Young Master can't do it!" Li Yi and Uncle Fu also persuaded one after another.

Even though the villagers repeatedly persuaded him, Mo Dun still stood up after three breaths and looked up at the densely packed villagers in front of him. Mo Dun looked up slightly, and all the villagers stopped all movements and stared at Mo Dun.

"Mojia Village is very poor! Very poor!"

"Mojia Village has many disasters and many disasters, and there are famines every year."

"The man in Mojia Village cannot marry a wife, and the women in other villages are unwilling to marry him, for fear of suffering!"

Mo Dun was more sad and angry.

Every time I say something, the heads of the villagers in Mojia Village are lowered. This is the pain of Mojia Village. Many people have pain on their faces and tears are everywhere, but no one cries out.

"But none of these can defeat our Mojia Village people. All the elders were once heroes who followed our fathers throughout their lives, and the other brothers were also good brothers who grew up with us.

Modun paused, looked at the villagers' heads gradually raised, and whispered: "Today I, Modun, stand here and promise you that from now on, Mojia Village will not be hungry or frozen again. Every brother in the village can marry a wife. I want to make Mojia Village the richest village in the entire Tang Dynasty."

If you don’t get hungry and cold, you can marry a wife and become the richest village in the Tang Dynasty?

Is this possible? You must know that they are the poorest village now.

Seeing the villagers' disbelief, Mo Dun felt ache in his heart. He knew that these things were things they never dared to think about.

He also didn't expect the villagers to believe him immediately, because all this depends on facts.

Modun looked at everyone and said solemnly: "I know the road is long and difficult, but I will work side by side with all my uncles, uncles, brothers and sisters. I promise that if you have a bite of food from Mo Mansion, you won't be hungry. Not only will you have to survive the most difficult period of Mojia Village, but you will also have to live better than others."

"Young Master, benevolent and righteous, even if you abandon this old bone, you will fight with the young master!" Li Yi suddenly said loudly. Now that Mojia Village is in a critical moment, the young master can awaken in time to lead everyone through the difficulties, but the old master has shown his heroic spirit.

"General, loyal and wise, the young master is kind and righteous, I, Lao Yu, also work with the young master." Master Yu said heavily.

"My old man is also following the young master!" Uncle Fu also stood up.

"We will work hard, let's work with the young master."

"Fight! No matter how poor you are, how poor can you be?"

"That's right, maybe you can win another world."

More and more people began to respond. Mo Dun looked at these people no longer confused and painful, but hope was raised, and he couldn't help but nodded secretly.

Mo Dun stretched out his hand and everyone suddenly calmed down and stared at him.

"Now I want to issue a mission, Uncle Fu! Immediately count the grain stored in the mansion and first let some villagers who can't get rid of the blame." Modun ordered Uncle Fu.

"Yes, I obey the order!" Uncle Fu replied.

Modun looked at Li Yi again and said, "Uncle Li, now you immediately organize personnel to repair all the roads in the village. Some villagers' houses are very damaged. They immediately organize personnel to repair them. Some villagers' houses are no longer inhabited, so they can place them in the mansion. After you allocate the specific wages, let them find Uncle Fu to collect them. It's okay to ask for money and food."

"Young Master is kind and righteous! We do it for ourselves to build roads and houses. How can we let the young master pay? Everyone said, right?" Li Yi shouted to the villagers.

"That's right, how can we get the young master to pay for our work?"

"Young Master, most of our family still have food to store, which can support some time."

“…………

The villagers were all very simple and said.

"Then let's record it first. In the future, if the Mojia Village is rich, you can compensate everyone. If you need it, you can extract it immediately." Mo Dun said.

From later generations, he knew that the passion for big pot rice would not last long, and the continuous income was the driving force for people to struggle.

Li Yi thought about it and found that this was indeed a solution. After all, some families do have difficulties.

"Young Master is wise!" Li Yi said convinced. He originally thought Mo Dun was on a whim, but now it seems that Mo Family Village may really succeed under the leadership of Mo Dun.

Thinking of this, Li Yi's motivation became even louder and shouted loudly: "Come here at the east end, follow Lao Wang to build the road, and follow me to build the house at the west end."

"Good!"

The villagers immediately responded.
Chapter completed!