Chapter 65: Soaking…Soaking in a Pig Cage?

Inside, someone hurriedly opened the door. “Vi…Village head, what are you doing here?” Boss Mo stammered, his clothes askew.

Widow Zhang also emerged, disheveled. Seeing so many people at the door, she panicked, grabbing Boss Mo’s sleeve.

Unexpectedly, Boss Mo suddenly shook her off. Widow Zhang stared at him in disbelief.

“Village head, she seduced me,” Boss Mo said fearfully.

Widow Zhang couldn’t believe her eyes. Was this really the man she knew?

Her face flushed red, her eyes blazing with anger that seemed to burn Boss Mo.

“Boss Mo, are you even a man? If you hadn’t been fawning over me every day, would I have looked at you? You’re old and useless!” Widow Zhang shouted.

“What’s useless about Boss Mo? Is it his age? So…” A man chuckled lewdly, muttering under his breath.

Those around heard him. Passerby A said, “Of course! Need we even think about it? He shirks work every day, a lazybones. His body’s probably weak.”

“Exactly! He’s lazier than a woman!”

Amidst the gossip, Boss Mo was furious and wanted to fight, but he dared not; there were too many of them.

“Village head, the show’s over. I’ll be going now,” Li Tailing chuckled lightly.

“Let’s go, back.”

“Yes! Chief.”

The village head watched them walk away, his face ashen. This was a disgrace to the entire county.

“Boss Mo, you’ve really done it this time! You’re messing around with women now! Go kneel at the ancestral hall for half a month!” The village head pointed at Boss Mo’s nose.

“And you others! Can’t you see the county officials are here? Still gossiping! Unbelievable!”

Most families in Mojia Village were surnamed Mo. There was a large ancestral hall in the village, built several years ago. After the villagers relocated, each household contributed money annually until it was completed. Even after Mo Haoyue joined the army, he sent a significant amount of money.

Before the relocation, the ancestral hall in their previous location was centuries old, but they had no choice but to rebuild after moving.

Since ancient times, the ancestral hall has also served as a court. When the village encountered unresolved issues that didn’t warrant reporting to the authorities, they were mostly discussed in the ancestral hall by the elders.

Boss Mo knelt in the middle of the ancestral hall, his head bowed in shame. Outside, Mo’s eldest sister-in-law wailed and cursed. The Mo family ancestral hall had a rule: outsiders were not allowed inside.

“You heartless man! I wash your clothes, cook your meals, and raise your children, and this is how you repay me? Widow Zhang is so much better, so you went for her?”

“How could you do this to us? I won’t live anymore…” She tried to bang her head on the ground.

Xu Cuihua was also heartbroken, seemingly aging ten years in an instant. First, Mo Lao San stole family money to gamble, losing everything and getting arrested. Now, Boss Mo was having an affair with Widow Zhang, and his eldest daughter-in-law was trying to kill herself.

It all seemed to start after Mo Haoyue severed ties with them. She remembered the money Mo Lao Si( Second Brother) sent every month, and the hardworking and filial Mo Lao Er couple, who she indirectly drove away.

The more she thought about it, the more regretful she became. She gasped, and with a thud, Xu Cuihua collapsed.

“Mother…” The eldest daughter-in-law, still in the midst of her tantrum, rushed to help Xu Cuihua, but she couldn’t lift the unconscious woman alone.

Those in the ancestral hall rushed out, pinching her acupoints and supporting her.

Xu Cuihua slowly woke up in her eldest daughter-in-law’s arms. Her first words were: “Lao Er, Lao Si( Second Brother), Mother is sorry!”

In the capital, after dinner, the family said goodbye to Grandma Song’s family. The little girl yawned all the way home.

While Mi Xia bathed her, the little girl fell asleep with her head tilted.

After a quick wash and putting the little girl in pajamas, Mi Xia handed her to Mo Haoyue and entered the space with him.

“Put our daughter on the bed, I’ll look up some information to prepare for the bakery’s opening,” Mi Xia instructed.

Although they were in the capital, bread was still a rare item, only sold in some foreign-owned Western restaurants. People called it “foreign bread,” but few had actually tasted it.

On the one hand, there were few places selling it, and on the other hand, it was expensive. A worker couldn’t afford a single loaf even with a day’s wages.

For Mi Xia, who came from the 21st century, bread was the most ordinary thing. Mi Xia found some baking books and even some videos showing how to make bread step-by-step.

In this era, finding someone who knew how to make bread was difficult, so Mi Xia had to learn herself before teaching others.

As for personnel, she’d already asked Zhang Xiaoyu to find some clever girls from their hometown, who would arrive in the capital soon.

Fortunately, she had many things in the space. In a short time, Mi Xia gathered the raw materials and tools needed to make bread.

High-gluten flour, milk powder, white sugar, eggs, cream, and yeast. She only took out a small oven, worried about failing on her first try.

“Bread is here…”

Under Mo Haoyue’s expectant gaze, Mi Xia presented a large plate of golden-brown bread. She hadn’t expected her first attempt to be so successful.

The appearance was also excellent. She had secretly tasted one earlier to avoid a disaster, and it was delicious.

Mo Haoyue also took a piece of bread and ate it slowly, savoring it.

“Wife, it’s delicious, fragrant and soft, comparable to the bread in the space.”

Mi Xia’s confidence soared after Mo Haoyue’s praise.

After finishing the bread, Mo Haoyue sat beside Mi Xia and said, “Wife, tomorrow, shall I take you and Xia Xia to meet my parents and grandfather? I promised I’d take you both to visit after we returned.”

“To think, I still can’t believe he’s my grandfather.”

“Okay, Xia Xia and I aren’t in school tomorrow. But now, shouldn’t we think about what gifts to bring?” Mi Xia frowned.

“Wife, I heard grandfather likes to drink. Legend has it he never left his side during battles. As for Dad, tea leaves will do,” Mo Haoyue said, his eyes sparkling.

Mi Xia considered Mo Haoyue’s suggestion, tilting her head. “For alcohol, I remember making several jars of wine with sorghum and spiritual spring water in my previous life. It’s in the corner of the space. I wouldn’t have remembered it if you hadn’t mentioned alcohol.”

“Since the old man has been on the battlefield, his body must have some hidden injuries. This wine won’t burden his body, and it can even heal those injuries. I’ll also add a 300-year-old wild ginseng. I’ll give the wine to grandfather.”

Mi Xia was also a little fan girl of her grandfather. She had heard many of his stories since childhood, and naturally hoped he would be healthy. Besides, he was Mo Haoyue’s grandfather, so she wouldn’t be stingy.