Chapter 13 Adopted Mo Huan and Mo Chou
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What's the Beggar g**g going to do?"
In the Imperial Study, Qin Siyong, the young and cool emperor of Dongqin, asked doubtfully, looking at the confidential report.
Standing in his front were his ministers, Wei Xiaohan and Yanwansong.
"The beginning of war throws Yugu Continent into turmoil, and at this juncture, the Beggar g**g established a college. What do you think are they up to?"
Qin Siyong looked at his ministers and asked.
It was beyond Wei Xiaohao and Yan Wansong's expectations that the emperor urgently called them in for such a matter.
No one knew the result of the battle of Frostless City for it had just begun. At this special time, the emperor didn't question them about the situation on the battlefield, nor did he discussed the following strategy with them, but showed interest in information that had nothing to do with the battle.
"The Beggar g**g doesn't follow the rules. They buy and sell information, open a chain clothing shop called Pretty Clothes, and make beggar's chicken, boosting their economic strength. Now they established a college. I think it's to keep the Beggar g**g away from war."
"According to our information, they are determined not to buy or sell any military intelligence, so they have few impacts on the battle."
Wei Xiaohan spoke with caution.
"Yes. We don't care what happened in the community of martial art as long as it doesn't interfere with our plans."
"I wonder if Feng Tianyu and Ouyang Bo are able to come up with such ideas? What do you think?" Qin Siyong came to the point.
The two ministers began to contemplate.
His Majesty is right. Why did these two old guys come up with so many unusual ideas after years of concealment?
The emperor didn't know the reason, nor did the two ministers.
"Keep a close eye on them."
Qin Siyong threw them a word and waved them off.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The two ministers answered and left the Imperial Study, lowering their heads.
The young emperor stood alone in the study, looking up to the sky through the window. There was an expression of delight on his face.
"No matter who it is, this is an interesting person. Designing a full set of clothes for women. So, this is a woman!"
Qin Siyong said to himself in a low voice.
At the headquarters of the Beggar g**g.
Behind the main building of the Beggar g**g's headquarters was a steep cliff.
However, between the cliff and the main building was a stretch of land of about seven or eight square meters. Three simple wooden buildings were built separately at the other three sides of the land. An old tree grew in the middle of the yard, surrounded by flowers and grass and making the yard a mini garden.
In fact, those "flowers" and "grass" were not ornamental plants. They were common medical herbs planted by Ye Bufan, the Divine Doctor.
This yard was a special clinic for Doctor Ye.
It was special because of its exclusiveness to the Beggar g**g as well as its use of Doctor Ye's teaching place.
Many young people had come here attracted by Ye Bufan's fame and were proud to be Ye Bufan's disciples.
Ye Bufan only selected medical geniuses who were really interested in medical skills to teach by himself.
The rest would be guided by his disciples.
At this moment, in the clinic of the Beggar g**g, Ye Bufan was examining an old man. He felt the patient's pulse and checked his heart again and again.
No pulse. His heart had stopped beating for some time.
He could heal people, but he couldn't revive them.
Doctor Ye was merely a doctor.
He could do nothing to save this old man who had already died. After a sigh, he went out of the sickroom.
Mu Qianmei held the boy's hand in one hand and held the girl's in another, standing in front of Ouyang Bo.
There were anxiety and a trace of hope on their faces.
They were looking forward to seeing Doctor Ye.
They were also afraid of Doctor Ye's going out too soon.
They knew there was a slim hope but they didn't want to give up.
As Ye Bufan slowly opened the door, their hearts couldn't help sinking.
Ye Bufan's expression was grave and sad.
And he didn't stay in the room long.
He moved to them and said in a low voice,
"I'm sorry."
The little girl burst out crying sadly.
The little boy couldn't restrain himself from crying, too. Tears rolled out of his eyes like pearls, slid down the cheek to the jaw, and dropped to the ground in silence.
A pang of sorrow caught her. Mu Qianmei embraced two children tightly.
Ouyang Bo also let out a silent sigh.
The greatest sorrow in life was parting.
Not to mention it happened to an old man in his 70s and two children.
The old man left in worries.
The children were lonely and helpless. What could they live on?
"Don't be afraid. How about staying here?" Mu Qianmei asked gently.
"Thank you, sister. Please make arrangements for my grandpa's funeral!" The boy said clearly in a sobbing tongue.
"Now that you are willing to stay, we are a family. My name is Mu Qianmei and my nickname is Little Butterfly. You can call me Sister Butterfly! This is the counsellor of our Beggar g**g, Grandpa Ouyang. What's your name?" Mu Qianmei asked.
"My name is Mo Huan, and this is my younger sister Mo Chou." The little boy introduced them, pointing at the little girl.
"Mo Huan, Mo Chou? You both have good names. You are not alone here. We are family." Mu Qianmei told them gently.
"Thank you, Sister Butterfly!" The boy and the girl bowed and expressed their thanks at the same time.
Mu Qianmei helped them up and led them into the sickroom.
The old man lay on the bed quietly. On his face, there was a trace of worries that they couldn't bear to see.
The little boy lay prone to the bed, grasping his grandpa's cold hand, which was no longer warm, for a long time.
"Don't worry about us, grandpa. Sister Butterfly will take care of us in the Beggar g**g. We will live happily ever after!" The boy sobbed.
As if the old man could hear the boy, his countenance turned more peaceful.
Then, some disciples of the Beggar g**g came in to tidy up the old man's appearance for the last time.
The next day, in the headquarters of the Beggars g**g held an ordinary funeral, which was neither simple nor extravagant.
All the disciples nearby who had no important matters came to the old man's funeral.
Mo Huan and Mo Chou dressed in mourning with sorrow. Many people went to comfort them out of sympathy.
Mu Qianmei accompanied them from the beginning of the funeral to the end, experiencing the pain of departure.
After the funeral, people trickled out. Three children stood in front of the grave, unwilling to leave.
Mu Qianmei couldn't help but miss her past...
Although she was alive, the pain was as big as dying. She couldn't see her relatives and her friends anymore, but she missed them every day.
It was worse than dying.
"Don't be so sad, Sister Butterfly. Grandpa is too tired, so let him have a good rest! Maybe he will live a happy life in another world!" Mo Huan soothed Mu Qianmei for he had just found that Sister Butterfly was inconsolable as well. He felt both warm and worry to find such a person that really cared for him and his younger sister.
"In another world" shocked Mu Qianmei. Right. Why not enjoy a happy life when I have a chance to live in another world?
Maybe all the relatives had such hope.
She should enjoy her life for herself as well as her relatives.
So, she smiled," Perhaps your grandpa also wishes you good lives although he has left. He will be glad to see you happy."
Then she hugged the boy and the girl again.
Three poor children felt warmth at this moment.
Mo Huan and Mo Chou were only eight or nine years old, but they were very polite because, perhaps, they had suffered dislocation with their grandpa.
As a saying went, children in poor families could become independent very early. What's more, the boy and the girl had already experienced the fickleness of the world.
Especially Mo Huan, he loved his sister very much. It was because he had taken care of his sister since he was very young and this had become routine.
He always protected Mo Chou with his arms or put her before him.
It had become a sort of tacit habit that when Mo Chou was sad or upset, she would always lean on Mo Huan as long as Mo Huan was there.
She would feel at ease staying beside Mo Huan.
There were many families who drifted from place to place, suffering homelessness and misery during the war.
The war deprived many people of their homes.
Mo Huan and Mo Chou were lucky to meet Mu Qianmei, but there were more families struggling on the verge of death.
In those families, parents were sent to the battlefield and the old and the young were left behind without a land, fleeing.
Many of them lived on the streets and ended up being beggars.
Only a few children could be adopted by kind people because their elders were dead.
Mu Qianmei thought a lot, looking at the two orphans in front of her.
When she went back to the headquarters of the Beggar g**g, she said to Feng Tianyu,
"There are many old people and children without a family, let's take in them as many as we can! We are not able to provide them with delicious food, but at least we can make sure they have a bowl of porridge every day so they won't starve to death in the streets."
Feng Tianyu said after thinking for a while,
"We cannot take in so many people. What we can do is to cook some porridge for them in the streets every day. How long they can survive depends on their luck."
Mu Qianmei understood Feng Tianyu's difficulties. The Beggar g**g had grown strong enough for current management. Fast development would also lead to disordered management.
Added loads and the g**g might break down under the weight.
Mu Qianmei came to terms,
"Then we'll do our best and save as many people as we can!"
Her words revealed her sadness and lacking strength.
The war was ruthless. Every ruler dreamt of dominating the world. The emperors wished to unify the continent to achieve an eternal accomplishment.
They never considered the desperation of the civilians.
Every time war broke out, it was the common people who suffered the most.
It occurred to Mu Qianmei that a g**g was not able to tackle the problem at its root.
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