After rebirth, the Queen and I are on the run.

Chapter 1130 Scholar Mo Trains His Son to Be a Servant

This is tantamount to dismissal, which is why my husband has been in a very bad mood lately.

knock knock knock.

"Husband, if you are busy, then I will come later?" Yun asked anxiously.

"No need." Mo Xiucai's voice finally came from inside the house: "Boss, go open the door."

"Yes, Father." The young man from the Mo family got up and went to open the door for Madam Yun. He opened his mouth to call for his mother, but then stopped.

Dad has been teaching him a lot lately, one of which is that he's grown up and will be in charge of the family from now on. The head of the family must have authority, and even when facing his own mother, he can't be too friendly; he must maintain a superior attitude to uphold the dignity of the head of the family and prevent women from influencing decisions within the household.

"Chunmang, come here too. I'll take your measurements and make you a protective apron later." Madam Yun smiled and reached out to pat her eldest son's head.

"Mo Chunmang, go out and kneel!" Mo Xiucai roared, his slightly lowered eyes fierce like a wolf.

Mo's son and Yun's wife were startled.

"Yes, Father." Mo Chunmang said this again, then bowed and left the study, going to the small open space outside the study door, where he knelt facing east.

My father said that the east is the direction of our old home. As a member of the Mo family, I cannot forget my ancestors and betray my lineage. I must kneel facing east in any act of worship.

The Mo family's ancestral home did indeed migrate from Tianmang Prefecture.

So Mo Chunmang thought his father was right and did as he was told.

Yun stared at her kneeling son, stunned... How could her eldest son have become like this?
As for what had changed, Madam Yun couldn't quite put her finger on it, but in short, her eldest son was different from before.

My husband is different now than before.

He used to be a man of integrity and gentle demeanor, full of the relaxed and mild temperament of a scholar, but now he is shrouded in resentment.

He used to teach his son, but not to raise him to be a servant; rather, to raise him to be a refined and scholarly man.

Correct!
you lackey!

Yun's mind seemed to explode; she finally understood what was different about her family recently.
"Yun, aren't you going to have your measurements taken? Hurry up and come over." Mo Xiucai's voice was rather cold as he interrupted Yun's thoughts.

"Hey, hey, you're here." Madam Yun, carrying a sewing basket, came to Mo Xiucai and said with concern, "Husband, you've lost weight."

As she spoke, she reached out to touch his face.

*Slap!* Mo Xiucai waved his hand and slapped her away: "Yun Shi, where are your manners? You are the wife of a scholar, and you should have the demeanor of a lady from a noble family. What kind of behavior is this?!"

Yun instinctively shrank back and quickly squatted down, bowing deeply to Scholar Mo: "This concubine greets my husband. May my husband be blessed with good health and happiness."

After speaking, he stood up, then squatted down to pay his respects, and repeated the greetings three times in total.

This is hardly a couple; it's more like servants paying homage to their master.

But Yun had been living like this for the past ten years or so, and she assumed that other families of scholars and officials who had passed the imperial examinations lived the same way.

Why not mention that other scholars' wives were like this too?

Because Yun had access to the scholar's wife, she knew that other scholars' wives didn't do this when they saw their husbands.

If she had any questions, Mo Xiucai would say that a Xiucai was only just entering the gentry class and would not know the rules of a Jinshi or Juren family.
Other scholars are unlikely to have further talent in their lives, so their wives don't need to learn these rules.

But our family is aiming for further advancement, so as my daughter-in-law, you must begin to learn the rules of families that have produced scholars and officials.

Yun felt this made perfect sense and admired it immensely, so he did it for more than ten years.

"Yes, get up." Mo Xiucai's frustration was finally somewhat relieved by Wei Nu's submission.

"Husband, open your arms, let me take your measurements." Seeing that his complexion had improved, Yun Shi's mood brightened. Holding the measuring tape, she spoke to him, "The yamen's patrol teams are shouting every day, telling every household to make protective aprons to reduce the risk of infection..." Bang!
Mo Xiucai knocked the sewing basket that was placed on the table to the ground.

Yun was stunned and stared at Mo Xiucai in disbelief.

Scholar Mo said, "To cause such a disturbance to the people because of a rumor is such a waste of resources and manpower. If there is no rat plague in the future, will the entire Qin family commit suicide to atone for their sins?!"

“You are my wife, you should be wiser than a commoner like me, how could you fall into the trap of falsehoods?!”

Damn the Qin family, damn Liangwei! They've been planning in the Eastern Desert for a century, and it's finally about to be a success, but Liangwei is busy exterminating rats and fleas, preparing for war and preventing plague.

They even made this kind of big smock.

Wearing such a large smock, how could fleas carrying germs bite the Wei people, and how could the fire poison spread?!
At this moment, Mo Xiucai wished he had been infected with the Fire Flame Poison, that he could become the flame, ignite the poison in the Eastern Desert, and burn down the entire Liangwei.

Unfortunately, he didn't get sick, and the weather wasn't hot enough.

It's the Dragon Boat Festival, a time of intense heat and the emergence of all kinds of poisonous creatures. He needs to calm down and wait for the festival to arrive.

“But the government and the military have both issued documents, and every household is doing the same thing. There’s no use in us objecting.” Madam Yun didn’t dare to look at Scholar Mo’s gloomy and angry face. She squatted down, picking up needles and thread as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.

"Alright, it's my fault. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you. Don't be upset." Mo Xiucai suppressed his nausea and went to help Yun Shi up.

The Yun family is his greatest tool, and this tool is still useful; he cannot let this tool become estranged from him now.

"Husband, sob sob sob." Madam Yun covered her mouth and cried, then hugged him and said, "Husband, I know you don't want to see the government cause so much trouble and waste of money, but we are just ordinary people and have no power to oppose the government... Husband, please bear with it, this will pass."

"Once this is over, you can still go back to the academy to teach."

"Hmph, I don't care to be a schoolteacher," Mo Xiucai scoffed.

Being a schoolteacher was his lowest status. He should have passed the imperial examination, entered the court as an official, and controlled the entire government of the Eastern Desert.

pity……

Looking at Yun Shi in his arms... It's all because this lowly Liang Wei is incompetent. If she were the daughter of a duke or marquis, he would have long ago used her family's influence to enter the capital and ascend to the emperor's court.

Mo Xiucai's dislike for Yun Shi reached its peak, but he suppressed it tightly.

A moment later, he pushed her away, opened his arms, and said, "Hurry up and take our measurements, lest the yamen patrol team accuse us of disobeying orders!"

"Oh." Madam Yun wiped away her tears and took Mo Xiucai's measurements again.

This time it went much more smoothly. The measurements were taken quickly, and Madam Yun bowed and excused herself from the study to take her son's measurements.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to take his measurements, she whispered to him, "Chunmang, has your father been acting strangely lately? If so, you must tell your mother, lest your father, being a scholar, openly opposes the government, which would ruin your and his father's path to the imperial examinations."

Upon hearing this, Mo Chunmang frowned and said coldly, "Don't ask too many questions about Father's affairs. Just take care of the household affairs and serve my father well."

Yun froze, staring at Mo Chunmang with a look of utter disbelief: "..."

Two years ago, her Chunmang was a lively, lovely, and obedient child. How could she have turned out like this?

Yun couldn't understand it.

It's understandable if you can't figure it out. Unless you know that Mo Xiucai is a descendant of spies from the Eastern Desert, you won't be able to understand it no matter how hard you try.

Mo Chunmang, who had already been scolded by Mo Xiucai as a lackey, urged him in an unfriendly tone: "Hurry up and take the measurement, don't delay my punishment of kneeling."

"Chunmang, I'm your mother! You haven't called me 'Mother' in so long!" Madam Yun looked at her son with pleading eyes and told him, "This isn't how a mother and son should interact. This is..."

This is how the master treats his servants; you are being unfilial.