[Transmigration Book] Refuse to be a mother

As the sun set, the warm orange light coated the earth with a layer of golden gauze. Liu Muchen looked at the gathered people and shouted, "Ah Xu!"

Yu Wenxu raised the corners of his lips, Han Xun and Han Ke stood beside him, seeing this, they couldn't help showing a smile.

"Let's go!" Han Xun turned his head and shouted, and saw dozens of people in small groups, pushing the cart with several large/sacks of goods slowly moving forward.

"This..." Everyone stared at the scene in front of them, dumbfounded.

"I have seen the prince and the two adults." Yu Wenxu stopped and saluted Xiao Yan, Wei Xiaohe and Mo Xu in turn.

Xiao Yan looked at the dozens of scooters behind Yu Wenxu, and said with a loud smile: "Mr. Yuwen is really a grand man."

Yu Wenxu got up, and said to Liu Muchen, whose eyes were shining brightly, "Let's make an inventory, some of them are being transported from various states to Beijing, tomorrow night at the latest."

Liu Muchen took a deep breath, took Yu Wenxu's hand, and said excitedly: "Axu! You are so awesome!"

Yu Wenxu asked doubtfully, "Give...what?"

Liu Muchen's brain was spinning fast, and he asked without answering, "Did your elder brother and your father stop you?"

"My elder brother was sent to his hometown in Jiangzhou by my father." Yu Wenxu paused, and his expression suddenly darkened again: "My father, since he knew that my elder brother lost so much money in the family, his health has not recovered. Right now, I'm taking care of everything big and small at home."

Liu Muchen was stunned for a moment. Earlier, he joined hands with Han Xun to show off to Mr. Yuwen, implying that Yu Wenxu should not go back to Yuwen Mansion so soon, at least let him know the importance of Yuwenxu.

But right now, it seems that the old man wants to call Yu Wenxu home so soon, and he may not just want him to take over the business...

"My father is old." Yu Wenxu was silent for a moment, then said abruptly.

Liu Muchen remained silent, Wei Xiaohe's voice sounded at the right time: "Is this the second son of the Yuwen family?"

Wei Xiaohe, as the Minister of the Household Department, is in charge of the country's financial power. Apart from the national treasury, he also knows well the famous and wealthy businessmen in Shangjing City.

Yu Wenxu nodded slightly, Wei Xiao said softly: "The imperial court borrowed food from the famous families in Shangjing, and everyone shunned. The young master knows how to care about people's livelihood at a young age, and the veteran admires him."

Yu Wenxu said: "It's not a loan, I donated these to the refugees."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. Liu Muchen looked at Yu Wenxu and said in shock: "Ah Xu, even though your family has a big business, these dozen or so cars are not a small amount, plus your elder brother was short of money before..."

Yu Wenxu looked at Liu Muchen and Xiao Yan, and said with a smile: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, not to mention the kindness you and the prince have done to me, these are nothing."

Liu Muchen was at a loss for words for a while, Yu Wenxu's words suddenly made him feel guilty. Although Yu Wenxu had achieved his goal, Yu Wenxu was now on Xiao Yan's side, but from the beginning, his motives for helping him were somewhat impure...

Someone grabbed his shoulders suddenly, Liu Muchen raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yan, the latter's eyes fell on Yu Wenxu, his eyes were extremely serious, and he said loudly: "Master, today's kindness, Xiao Yan will engrave it within five years."

Yu Wenxu looked back at Xiao Yan, there was a faint glint of light in those two-way dull eyes, under the autumn wind, he was dressed in white, with a kind of high-spiritedness that Liu Muchen had never seen before...

With the addition of more than a dozen carloads of food, those orphans who couldn't eat cold steamed buns seemed to have a life-saving straw at once. Liu Muchen, Yu Wenxu and others led dozens of people to set up a stove and light a fire, hoping to give them food before nightfall. A little stomach-warming porridge.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Han and Miss Han would come here." Liu Muchen looked at Han Xun and Han Ke who were busy carrying firewood, and couldn't help laughing.

Han Xun spread the firewood on the ground, and said with a smile: "The left and right are also idle. I heard that A Xu and Ke'er went back to the house to carry food, so they followed because they were afraid that they would not have enough manpower."

"The injury on your leg is not healed yet, just give it to me."

"Why bother Miss, it's still me..."

There was a dispute not far away, Liu Muchen followed the prestige, and saw Han Ke and Yu Wenxu scrambling for the firewood in each other's hands. The two small icebergs collided with each other, and it became lively instead.

"Miss Han seems to have a good relationship with A Xu?" Liu Muchen looked quite fresh, and the gossip in his stomach began to flow out.

"Ke'er is stubborn, and Axu is also stubborn. When the two meet together, I don't know who is more unlucky." Han Xun paused, and whispered to Liu Muchen: "I asked Ke'er to go to the palace to choose a concubine because I was afraid The prince's people make things difficult for the prince, son, don't mind."

Liu Muchen was slightly taken aback, he looked at Han Xun, for some reason he had to say this to himself.

Han Xun looked at Liu Muchen's puzzled expression, and said with a smile: "I thought it would be a good thing if Ke'er could win the prince's favor, but... Ke'er told me what happened that night, the prince did that for the prince. Such a level is really embarrassing.”

Liu Muchen chuckled and said, "Since I decided to follow him, those things are all due and nothing to worry about."

Han Xun froze for a moment, and looked at Liu Muchen with ambiguous eyes: "Young Master is a man of temperament, Han Xun admires him, I really shouldn't have let Ke'er... I'm sorry, Young Master."

Liu Muchen blinked, always feeling that there was something weird about Han Xun's words.

"What are you thinking?" A clear voice came from above his head, Liu Muchen raised his head, and saw Xiao Yan standing behind him holding a big iron pot.

Liu Muchen looked funny, and said, "Why does the prince move the pot himself, what about the others?"

Xiao Yan squatted down and replied: "There is more than one pot to carry. Seeing you here, I ran to ask Mo Xu for the pot."

Hearing Xiao Yan's words, Han Xun couldn't help showing hesitation on his face: "My lord, it's probably the prince's man, this..."

Xiao Yan smiled and said: "That's why he can't be allowed to deliver the pot, otherwise he would have heard everything you two said just now."

Liu Muchen blinked and asked, "Did you hear what we just said?"

Xiao Yan nodded.

Liu Muchen rubbed his nose. For some reason, he felt a little embarrassed to be heard by Xiao Yan just now...

He shook his head, muttering in his heart, why are you so embarrassed, why do you look like a girl?

Xiao Yan looked at Liu Muchen alone shaking his head and scratching his ears, and couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his long arms and hugged him in the blink of an eye.

"My lord!" Liu Muchen was startled, and at the right time, Han Ke and Yu Wenxu came back with firewood in their hands. Seeing the two of them like this, they all showed embarrassment.

Liu Muchen moved his body and wanted to break free, but Xiao Yan said: "You said you followed me, so why not give me a hug?"

The corner of Liu Muchen's mouth twitched, and he said seriously: "My lord, don't mess around, there are still many children who are not finished, we don't have time to delay."

"It's really a big hat." Xiao Yan smiled helplessly, but this time he obediently let go.

He picked up the iron pot and put it on the ignited firewood, and brought some uncooked rice from the side, and was about to put it in, when Liu Muchen suddenly stopped him with his hands, and asked doubtfully, "Does the lord know how to cook porridge?"

Xiao Yan paused, then said: "It's just rice and water boiled together..."

Liu Muchen stroked his forehead, knowing that Xiao Yan was being stupid again.

Xiao Yan looked at Liu Muchen, obediently handed him a bag of rice in his hand, and said humbly: "Come, I will learn from you."

Liu Muchen blinked, stared at the rice in his hand for a while, then turned to Han Xun and said, "Young Master Han and Master Han once went out to the army, I don't know..."

Han Xun wondered: "My lord, I'm not a cook."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Han Ke, but the latter turned his head to Yu Wenxu without saying a word, "Do you know how?"

Yu Wenxu glanced at Liu Muchen indifferently, and several children from rich families with superior backgrounds stared at each other until Wei Xiaohe's voice could hardly be heard: "The porridge elsewhere is boiling, why is the pot here still empty?"

Xiao Yan raised his eyes to look at him, and said helplessly, "Master Shang Shu laughed."

Wei Xiaohe twirled his beard and gave a faint smile. He raised his hand to take the rice bag from Liu Muchen's hand, and said, "Is there any water?"

Liu Muchen carried out the wooden basin filled with water earlier, Wei Xiaohe poured the water in the basin into the pot, and then took out another basin to soak the rice in, he said: "Although it is porridge for disaster relief, after all It’s for the stomach, but it’s still necessary to get rid of rice worms.”

Everyone looked at Wei Xiaohe's skillful movements, and couldn't help but be amazed, the dignified household secretary, how could he do these things so easily?

Liu Muchen looked at him. It was mentioned in the original book that although Wei Xiaohe was in charge of the country's financial power, he never formed a clique for personal gain.

Xiao Yan praised: "It's unexpected that my lord is proficient in this way..."

Wei Xiaohe said: "I have been in a poor family since I was a child, and I have been used to doing these things in the early years."

Everyone looked at the indifferent smile on his face, and couldn't help feeling a little good in their hearts. Han Xun said: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen Qing Han recently. When this disaster relief is over, my nephew wants to visit Lord Shangshu's mansion. You still have to bother the adults."

The Qinghan Han Xun mentioned was Wei Xiaohe's only son, Wei Qinghan.

The movements in Wei Xiaohe's hands paused slightly, and after a while, he smiled and said, "Why did Nephew Han say that, you always call for friends and companions when you come back, the house is lively, the old man is very happy."

Han Ke said: "Master Wei, don't get too used to my elder brother. My father said that he eats and drinks every time he goes back to your lord's house, and he is thinking about finding a day to apologize to your lord face to face."

Han Xun said dissatisfied: "Ke'er..."

Seeing this, everyone talked and laughed out loud, saying that the officialdom was intrigue, but they were never without the truth...

Liu Muchen looked at those children and old people holding hot porridge from a distance. The famine was still unsolved, but not all of them were chilling things...

It was night when the autumn wind was blowing, and it was rare for the refugees to have a full meal. The exhaustion of the past few days had already exhausted their energy, so it was getting dark, and many people had already found a place to rest.

Xiao Yan stood in front of the canopy, looking at the orphans and widows who were cuddling together in ragged clothes, his expression became more serious...

Discussing matters with Wei Xiaohe and Mo Xu until late at night, Xiao Yan walked out of the tent and found Liu Muchen who had fallen asleep under a nearby big tree. I don't know if it was because of the wind and cold. I couldn't help shivering.

Xiao Yan took off his outer robe and put it on him, and then hugged the man even with the clothes in his arms. Liu Muchen squinted his eyes, and when he saw it was Xiao Yan, his body relaxed involuntarily. He said vaguely: "It's cold, you should Build them some houses..."

Xiao Yan raised the corners of his lips and said with a light smile, "Okay."

The moon and stars were scarce, and the two of them could barely fall asleep. After an unknown period of time, Han Xun suddenly shouted in surprise in front of the tent where the grain was stored: "Who is it?!"