Nowadays, when anyone who has had contact with the Mo family mentions this second young master, there is only the word "awe".

So when I learned that the person who opened the warehouse and released grain was the second young master of the Mo family, the men outside asked Mo Hua to ask him in person. In the minds of those men, Mo Hua was no longer a child, but a second leader who had the Mo family's decision-making power and could stand alone.

Mo Hua also prepared a set of resignations to deal with the masters. Of course, the premise was to repay a polite apology first and calm the anger in the rich gentry.

But his elder brother didn't give him this opportunity.

Mo Hua closed his eyes, suppressed his messy thoughts, and began to write down the rules of the family.

There are 806 items, a total of 15,632 words, one hundred times.

Small calligraphy of a hairpin.

I can’t finish it without eating, drinking, or sleeping in three days.

Besides, the pebbles under his knees were tormenting him all the time, but in this moment, the pain had begun to spread.

He had no intention of thinking about how long he could last for such pain and the double torture of fatigue and sleepiness that had not been dripping water all day long.

But he had no room for refutation.

Mo Hua is good at everything, has a good appearance, a good temper, good knowledge, and good business ability.

There is only one fatal weakness, too kind-hearted.

In addition to being kind-hearted, he always had some questions in his heart from time to time.

Why did he come to this world?

What is the meaning of his life?

Is it just to taste all the pain when I came to this world?

If he had a choice, he would rather not have such a wealthy and prominent identity than such extraordinary intelligence.

He just wanted to be like an ordinary child, even if he was poor, stupid, stupid, and looked a little more ordinary.

Even if you are a beggar on the street who is ragged in vain and can fight for a meal, you will be able to live a life without hope now.

The boy lowered his eyes and wrote beautiful handwriting with strokes, his eyebrows and eyes were quiet and moist, like the best jade.

The night sank a little bit.

As he approached, Mo Yao walked in from outside, carrying a cold and bitter aura that was incompatible with this summer.

I just made countless promises, and with the same kindness and strength, I spent so much verbal comments to calm the emotions of those people and gave them an explanation that I could barely accept for the time being.

Mo Yao was in a bad mood at this time, and his face was as cold as ice.

If the mood in the study just now was furious, then after the furious, there was a more terrifying calmness - the rage that was hidden under the calm surface, was about to lose control like thunder but was desperately suppressed.

Mo Hua wrote quietly, but the hairs on his back were already standing up one by one, and the cold air filled the soles of his feet.

"Before I came in, I thought calmly, what do you mean by opening the warehouse and releasing grain in such a hurry?"

Mo Yao walked slowly over, and each step was as heavy as if it was stepping on the teenager's nerves. "Wu Ping, Jin Yang and Anshan towns have arranged porridge and steamed buns. Although they are not rich, they are absolutely unable to starve to death - at least so far, no one in the three towns has been starved to death because they lack food. With your usual cleverness and meticulousness, it is impossible to do such a stupid and reckless thing - even if your kindness is a weakness I have always wanted to erase, you should never be so kind."

His tone sounded calm, as calm as if he was analyzing the boy's true intentions.

However, in the boy's ears, these words and sentences are ruthless verdicts.
Chapter completed!