After the house was confiscated, I relied on billions of dollars in supplies to become a group favor

Chapter 3 Farewell
"We are going to Nanman for three months. Now you are no longer the delicate master. If you don't go faster, it will delay the time. The whip in my hand is not a vegetarian."

The leading officer touched the whip in his hand with a sinister look in his eyes.

There are dozens of people in the Mu family, mainly Mrs. Mu and Mu Zhengbai's big house, and Aunt Cui's second and third bedrooms.

Mu Zhengbai married two wives in total. Mu Yunxiao was born to his first wife. Today's Mrs. Mu, Zhang, was Mu Zhengbai's second wife and gave birth to a son and two daughters.

In addition, Mu Zhengbai had more than a dozen aunts and sold many of them, leaving only his favorite Aunt Bai and Aunt Zong, who had a daughter.

The second wife, Mu Zhengchuan, was married to Hong, the daughter of the chief soldier of the Royal Forest Army, and they had only one son, who was usually as precious as his eyes.

There is only one aunt, the Hong family's dowry girl.

Mu Zhengyuan, who lives in the third house, is the money bag of the Mu family. He is in charge of all the business in the house. He is obsessed with making money. He and his wife Wang only have one son and one daughter, which is the simplest thing.

In addition to the exile of the Mu family, several other families were involved in this collaboration with the enemy.

So the exiled team was like a long queue, with more than twenty officers and soldiers in custody alone.

Arriving at the gate of the capital, the exile team stopped.

"It's a long way to go. Although you are sinners, you are allowed to see your relatives off for just a quarter of an hour." After saying this, the leading officer took his officers and soldiers to the tea shed to sit and have tea.

And all the people in exile were wearing handcuffs and shackles, so it was impossible to escape.

Sure enough, many people came to say goodbye one after another, wearing coarse clothes and shoes and simple food.

But most of them were from other families, and the Mu family was the main culprit, so the number of people who came to see them off was pitiful.

"Someone is here, someone is here, it's the second child's maternal wife!" Aunt Cuitai said angrily, and then glanced at Mrs. Mutai arrogantly.

Even in exile, she was always secretly competing with Mrs. Mutai.

The Hong family had obviously taken care of it and sent three large bags of things.

The second roommate, Hong, smiled. With the materials given by his father, the past few months of exile should not be too difficult.

After a while, a young man dressed as a scholar came, who was the younger brother of the third-bedroom Wang family. He also brought a bulging bundle. The two talked with tears in their eyes for a long time.

"Hey, brother, you don't have any relatives here." Mu Zhengchuan, the second roommate, said to Mu Zhengbai, scratching his skin.

The exile of the Mu family was caused by his good son, and he hated Dafang to death.

Mu Zhengbai listened to the cold words and pretended to be calm: "Why are you panicking? I usually make a lot of friends. They must not know that we are in exile at this time and we go out a little late."

Another quarter of an hour passed.

For the three-bedroom apartment, a few old business friends came to see her off, but there was no big apartment.

"Brother, please stop being so stubborn. Your little friends are taking advantage of us. How can you expect them to help you when you need it? Don't try to take advantage of us then."

Mu Zhengbai was so angry that he put his hands on his hips. No one in the main room came to say goodbye. He had already lost his face, and the second child still laughed at him.

"Stop your arrogant attitude, I, the majestic Marquis Yong'an, don't care about these rags like yours!"

"Haha, since eldest brother is so strong-willed, that's just right. The things in our second bedroom are all gifts from my mother-in-law and have nothing to do with the Mu family. Don't take advantage of me in the future!"

Mu Zhengchuan sneered, scolding this stupid big brother in his heart. If Mu Yunxiao hadn't been promising, would he be able to sit so securely in the position of Marquis of Yong'an?
Mu Zhengbai was so angry at the second son's words that he cursed at his wife and concubines beside him: "It's useless. Are all the people in your mother's family dead?"

Mrs. Zhang raised her chin slightly and said coldly: "Is it possible that the master has forgotten that my father has gone to Tongzhou to take office, and there is no family in the capital. Aunt Zong is the fisherman girl you have fallen in love with, and Aunt Bai is the daughter of a brothel you have grown up with." Is what I brought back here worthy of being on the stage?"

Ruan He watched silently from the side. It turned out that Yong'an Hou and his wife were also at odds with each other.

"Xiaohe——" a sudden cry came out.

Ruan He looked around and saw someone seeing her off.

What he saw was a tanned man, with his bun crookedly falling to one side, wearing faded and whitened coarse cloth clothes, and a pair of torn straw sandals on his feet.

"Hey, who said there is no one to see you off in the Mu family's main room? Isn't there a mud-legged guy coming to see you off?"

The people around him laughed sarcastically.

That was the father of the original owner, Ruan He walked over. "Pa" came a slap, which caught her off guard and stunned her.

Then a shriveled bundle was stuffed into his arms.

Old Ruan stared, gasped, and cursed: "You are a sinner now. I, although we are farmers digging in the soil, but... we are not related to sinners. I, I want to break up with you." Dear, take away these rags stained with your mold, and I, Ruan Dagui, will no longer have you as my daughter."

"It's true that when a tree falls, the hozens scatter, and when the wall falls, everyone pushes against it. Even a mud-legged person dares to look down on us."

"Bah, I don't know who begged for nothing to send my daughter here. Is it because of the kindness that the Marquis owes him? Otherwise, a peasant girl can enter our house?"

The Mu family was chattering.

Ruan He stared with apricot eyes, stung by the hard silver in the baggage.

She put one hand into the baggage, which contained about five taels of silver.

She remembered that the original owner was married into the Hou Mansion, and Old Ruan only received 20 taels of silver and spent 15 taels on his son's wife. These five taels were the last remaining money.

She touched it again, and it seemed that there was still the only silver hairpin that the original owner and stepmother wore on her head to show off every day.

These...are almost all the family's savings.

"You have to be good..."

Old Ruan's slightly cloudy eyes took a deep look at Ruan He.

He thought that the Marquis of Yong'an's Mansion was a good place, and he originally wanted to rely on his kindness in saving Marquis of Yong'an to let his daughter enter the mansion as a maid. Unexpectedly, he was hired by Mrs. Mu to be the wife of the eldest young master with great military exploits.

He originally thought that this girl was blessed by her dead mother and was a gift from God to his daughter.

I didn't expect it...

He turned around with difficulty, like an old tree trunk that had been drained of energy, raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears that had fallen at an unknown time, and resolutely went home.

A quarter of an hour passed.

The official escort escorted them towards the outside of the capital. To get to the southern barbarian land, they had to leave the city first, then climb three mountains, then take the official road, and then take the waterway to get there.

Three months has to be spent quickly and slowly.

The exile team was followed by three carts pulled by mules, which brought some food and provided rest for the officers. Except for the seriously injured Mu Yunxiao, who was lying on the cart, everyone else had to walk on foot.

Hong's eyes couldn't help but feel hot when she looked at the trolley. They were wearing handcuffs and anklets, which made their hands and feet hurt.

If only I could take a scooter...

"Master, can you let my son ride on a carriage? This will honor you."

Mrs. Hong grabbed the corner of the officer's clothes next to her, took out a silver ingot from the bag, and stuffed it into it.

"It's not that you won't be able to get on the carriage even if you die. Your Mu family has committed a serious crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason. You should be here for an outing!" The official took the money and spat at her fiercely.

Hong's heart sank. Was the money wasted?
I saw the official dragging the second room and his family to the back of the exile team.

Those walking behind can walk a little slower. Officials' whips are used to hit those in front.

Money can make all the difference. Even if you don't get on the train, you can be a little more comfortable.

Ruan He hummed as he walked among the crowd, thinking he was exercising.

She also quietly observed that although the official had received Hong's money, the way he looked at her was different.

With greedy, predatory eyes.

Escorting exiled prisoners is a hard job for officials. The only source of income is from the prisoners or gifts from their relatives and friends.

Hong was afraid that he would be in bad luck if he exposed his wealth in front of the officers and soldiers.

(End of this chapter)