The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 129 - 107 (There will be another update at noon)

Mo Junhua was carrying several hemp bags, which made traveling inconvenient. After Wu Zongyu and his two companions got in the car, they headed straight to Great Grandpa Mo’s residence in Shanghai.

In the car, Lan Tian detailed to Mo Junhua the situation of Great Grandpa Mo. He was, after all, their family’s son-in-law, and it was important he had a general understanding of family matters to avoid not recognizing his relatives in the future.

The tale of Great Grandpa Mo was a classic negative example in Mo Village. Mo Junhua had heard about it when he was a child. Great Grandpa Mo took the family’s money and food to make his fortune elsewhere but disappeared without a trace. He never returned for decades, and the villagers speculated that he had died outside.

When children were disobedient, the adults would say, "If you keep misbehaving, we will disown you, just like that person from the Mo Family. They were given some food and taken away by ghosts and goblins in the mountains, who find children’s flesh particularly delicious."

In any case, the story was told in the most terrifying way possible, making the village children behave for a while. Later generations who had not heard of him naturally had fewer concerns. Mo Junhua had heard this story as a child when his mother used it to scare Chuntao for being disobedient.

Wu Zongyu was driving, while Lan Tian and Mo Junhua sat in the back with the hemp bags stuffed onto the rear seats and wherever else they could fit.

Wu Zongyu glanced unintentionally at the hemp bags on the next seat. After returning from Mo Village last time, Mr. Mo insisted on bringing several bags of vegetables. Wu Zongyu didn’t think much of it until after tasting vegetables in Shanghai, he realized how different they could taste.

Mr. Mo was reluctant to consume them, frying just a little bit during meals and offering him only two pieces while forbidding him from eating the rest. A mere taste was pointless, it’d be better not to have any at all.

Wu Zongyu was just voicing a casual remark when Mr. Mo, irrationally angry, puffed his beard and glared, "Then don’t eat it. Good, there won’t be enough vegetables to last us anyway." Since then, Mr. Mo really stopped sharing them with him.

As Wu Zongyu drove, he and Lan Tian chatted about the day-to-day life of Mr. Mo, with Lan Tian listening attentively.

Since the founding of the nation, Mr. Mo had been staying in the Military District Hospital as the dean, earning a significant reputation by curing many people’s illnesses with the Mo Family’s medical skills and ancestral acupuncture. Word spread from ten to a hundred, and Mr. Mo became widely known, with the wealthy and noble coming to seek treatment. Most patients were healed by Mr. Mo, and for those with complicated diseases that he couldn’t cure, he at least managed to prevent the condition from worsening—an achievement in its own right.

Mr. Mo was one of the few remaining National Doctors, a leading authority in the medical field. Many younger practitioners were proud to receive even a bit of guidance from him. Wu Zongyu’s late grandfather was a comrade-in-arms to Mr. Mo, and both his grandparents sacrificed their lives in a war, leaving behind a three-year-old child who needed care.

Before dying, they entrusted Mr. Mo with their child’s care. Seeing that Wu Zongyu’s father had some potential for practicing medicine, Mr. Mo took him under his wing. Wu Hongfei was intelligent from a young age and could endure hardship. He began following Mr. Mo climbing mountains and collecting herbs when he was just four or five. The two were ostensibly master and disciple, but in reality, they were as close as father and son.

Wu Hongfei had always been filial and respectful to Mr. Mo. With Mr. Mo not having married, he doted on him like a son and taught him the Mo Family’s medical arts generously. Today, Wu Hongfei had also made a name for himself in the medical field.

Mr. Mo’s Shanghai mansion was a traditional courtyard house with stone lions at the entrance and red lanterns hanging under the eaves—easy to recognize.

The car turned left and right, leaving the main road for the national highway, then from the national highway into an alleyway, twisting and turning until it finally stopped in front of the courtyard house.

A young man was looking down the alleyway expectantly. Upon seeing the approaching car, he ran joyfully towards the house, shouting, "They are here! The young master has brought people back!" as he sprinted towards the car.

Several people emerged from the house, carrying firecrackers in their hands. They lit them and tossed them on the ground, covering their ears and ducking under the porch. Wu Zongyu parked on the side, waiting for them to finish setting off the firecrackers.

Great Grandpa Mo, having lived outside for so many years, still maintained some rural customs, like setting off firecrackers to welcome guests.

This area was full of mansions occupied by people of wealth and influence. Knowing that Mr. Mo had purchased a house here, they all moved in close, preferring a helpful neighbor to a distant relative, should they need urgent assistance.

Hearing the firecrackers outside, they sent servants to inquire about the event.

At Mo Mansion, apart from festivals and holidays, firecrackers were rarely set off. Even when dignitaries from Beijing visited, Mr. Mo had not set off firecrackers to welcome them.

The servants who came out saw Mr. Mo standing at the entrance of Mo Mansion personally greeting the guests, indicating that the visitors held distinguished status. They hurried back to report this. Knowing that Mr. Mo himself was welcoming the guests indicated their uncommon identity, and the heads of each household wondered whether they should visit.

Meanwhile, Mr. Mo was unaware that his simple act of stepping out to greet guests had attracted much attention.

Lan Tian stepped out of the car and saw Great Grandpa Mo coming out of the courtyard. She opened the car door and walked over, with Mo Junhua following behind with a sack. Wu Zongyu saw both of them getting out of the car and followed suit with another sack.

Seeing his rosy complexion and vigorous spirit, Lan Tian felt relieved that he was in good health. She went forward to support his arm and guided him into the courtyard.

"Great Grandpa, it’s hot outside; I’ll help you inside."

"Alrighty!" Mr. Mo beamed with a face full of ’chrysanthemums’, holding onto Lan Tian’s hand. Together, an old and a young, headed inside, while the others who had come out helped carry in the things. Seeing Mo Junhua holding several sacks, everyone’s expression remained normal, showing neither disdain nor contempt.

The group followed the grandfather and granddaughter inside, slowly moving into the courtyard. People at the back closed the door behind them, shielding them from prying eyes outside.

Sitting down in the hall, Mr. Mo took Lan Tian’s hand, bombarding her with questions about everything that had happened since he last saw her. Lan Tian responded to each question she could answer.

"... Your uncle wrote to me saying that you got married, and to a local lad at that. You’re still so young, it seems a bit early for marriage. When you left, everything was fine, and there was no mention of you getting married. How come it happened all of a sudden? Did something happen at home?" Mr. Mo couldn’t understand. It had only been a few days and such a big change had occurred. The letter didn’t mention these things, and Lan Tian’s marriage was only briefly noted.

Shaking her head, Lan Tian said, "Everything is fine at home, don’t worry," and glancing at Mo Junhua sitting beside her, she added, "I also think I married off a bit early. Initially, I wanted to get engaged first, but my family was worried about me coming to Shanghai to study alone. For one thing, I grew up too pretty and they were afraid I’d attract unwanted attention, and secondly, with all the distractions in the outside world, they were worried I’d be lured away."

Mr. Mo looked at Lan Tian and wondered if they could have a pleasant conversation anymore.

Speaking her mind in front of everyone, fortunate that her grandson-in-law was tolerant and able to handle it, he saw Mo Junhua chuckling, but then Mr. Mo gave Lan Tian a discreet glare. He finally understood the particular emphasis Mo Yuanle had made in his letter—that the girl had quite the temper!

The others in the room chuckled upon hearing Lan Tian’s words.

They looked at Lan Tian and indeed found her to be quite beautiful—more so than the pampered daughters of the city. With such good looks, if they were in-laws, they too would worry about her running off.

Not bothering to engage further with Lan Tian, Mr. Mo turned to look at Mo Junhua and then gave Lan Tian a look, suggesting she should hurry up with the introductions.

Lan Tian got the hint quickly and pointed at Mo Junhua, saying, "Great Grandpa, this is your grandson-in-law, Mo Junhua."

Perhaps because both men came from the military, Mr. Mo looked at Mo Junhua with a touch of admiration.

Since entering the door, Mo Junhua had behaved with integrity and composure, unflappable and unmoved by the scrutiny of others. The remarks from Lan Tian hadn’t unsettled him at all, showing he was a man of broad mind.

Little did Mr. Mo know, Mo Junhua was so composed because he had married Lan Tian, and a military marriage was protected by law; as long as he didn’t consent, Lan Tian would be his for life.

Pointing at Mr. Mo, Lan Tian said, "Mo Junhua, this is Great Grandpa."

Mo Junhua stood up and gave Mr. Mo a military salute, "Great Grandpa, hello, I am Mo Junhua. I’ve heard about your heroic deeds in the army—disregarding your own safety to save your comrades on the front lines. It’s something I sincerely admire."

Butter-up expert!

Lan Tian rolled her eyes upon hearing this. She never knew Mo Junhua could sweet-talk someone, which was a new low for him in her eyes.

However, this flattery was comforting to Mr. Mo, and he looked even more pleased with Mo Junhua, "You’re Old Man Qiu’s grandson, aren’t you?"

"Yes, Grandpa."

Mo Qiu was Mo Junhua’s grandfather’s full name, which Lan Tian, naturally, hadn’t heard before. Many of the older villagers’ full names were unknown to her. She had seen Mo Junhua’s grandfather, a cheerful and talkative old man, on the day she married Mo Junhua.

"How’s your grandfather? He must be quite hale and hearty. I saw him strolling in the village on the day I left. Who would have thought that the snotty kid from back then would now have a grown-up grandson. Good for you!"

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