Chapter 493: Dad is sure to be worried.

Chapter 493: Dad is sure to be worried.

Fang Chuanzhou, Xie Tianhai, and Hu Cong had only planted a small amount of corn with the Mo Family. Like with the sweet potatoes, they kept it for their own families and didn’t sell it to avoid competing with the Mo Family’s business.

The villagers envied the Mo Family and regretted not having trusted them to grow such high-quality crops.

They were honest and simple people. Mo Jiuya had suggested they try planting it, but no one was willing to take the chance.

Fortunately, the Mo Family was generous, and the County Magistrate, being a caring official, provided them with corn seeds for planting next year.

Though it was a year late, they knew it was their own hesitation in trying new things that caused the delay. They were only upset with themselves for lacking courage and didn’t harbor any jealousy towards the Mo Family.

Mo Jiuya was busy managing the family’s farming operations. Not only was the corn ready, but other crops were also ripening.

After two weeks of non-stop work, the field tasks were finally wrapping up, and he began building greenhouses according to the method He Zhiran mentioned.

Actually, it was acceptable to build the greenhouses a bit later, but He Zhiran and Mo Jiuya had not received any news from the Imperial City for several days, which made them somewhat uneasy.

They planned to settle their family matters quickly and head to the Imperial City to see what was happening.

Mo Jiuya was busy with the fields, while He Zhiran spent her days at home taking care of the children.

While she was technically responsible for the children, it was only at night that she could truly have them by her side.

During the day, Mrs. He and Grandmother Mo took over as the primary caregivers. As their grandmother and great-grandmother, they couldn’t get enough of spending time with the two little darlings.

Additionally, eight aunts and a younger aunt visited He Zhiran’s home daily without fail.

Zhuer and Mingzhu were on formula, and the two elderly ladies handled all the feedings, leaving He Zhiran free to rest.

Every move of the two little ones tugs at the hearts of the entire family. Even worse, when little Mingzhu wrinkles her nose, everyone gets really anxious.

Mrs. He discussed with He Ziming that the original plan was for the two little ones to return to Imperial City once they were one month old.

However, due to their reluctance, they kept delaying the departure.

At this moment, the mother and son were sitting in He Zhiran's courtyard discussing this matter.

"Mother, if we don't head back soon, Father's going to start worrying," He Ziming said, his tone tentative, though Mrs. He didn’t seem to notice.

"When Ran Ran gave birth smoothly, didn't you write to him? What's the rush? Besides, here we can see Ran Ran, and those adorable kids, Zhuer and Mingzhu. If we go back to Imperial City and can't see the three of them, I'll miss them terribly," Mrs. He said, her face filled with worry.

She didn’t want to leave her daughter. The distance from Imperial City to the Northwest was so far. Moreover, the political climate in the capital was tense, and as the wife of a high-ranking official, she’d definitely be under surveillance if she tried to leave again.

Besides, she was getting older and didn’t know if she’d be able to handle the rough journey to visit her daughter and two grandchildren in the future.

Thinking about all this, Mrs. He couldn’t help but shed tears.

"Ziming, it was your father and I who insisted on marrying Ran Ran into the Mo family. If it weren’t for our stubbornness, Ran Ran wouldn’t have left our side. Even though she’s doing well now, I still feel guilty about it."

What Mrs. He said, He Ziming knew all too well.

When his sister refused to marry into the Mo family, he didn’t help his parents sedate her, but he also didn’t stop them in time.

Luckily, she was living well now, and her in-laws were kind, but she had married far away. Once they left, when would they get to see her again?

"Mother, I understand what you’re saying. I’ve thought about it, and I don’t plan to go back to Imperial City."

"You don't plan to return to the Imperial City? What are your plans?" Mrs. He was somewhat puzzled.

Although her son had a secret identity as a master of gynecology, he was officially a government official. For someone in his position, taking time away from the Imperial City is already quite unusual, so why would he have thoughts of not wanting to return?

"Mother, I've only recently realized that the deceit and backstabbing in officialdom aren't for me. Especially after coming to the Northwest, seeing the Mo brothers live such simple yet fulfilling lives every day left me feeling uncertain for a while.

These past few days, I've been thinking about what I really want.

Now I know what I want. I can honestly say I prefer this self-sufficient, unrestricted life."

As the mother and son were talking, Lan'er entered the courtyard carrying a basket of Kyoho grapes.

When He Ziming saw Lan'er, his face flushed for a moment.

Lan'er avoided meeting He Ziming's gaze, though the palace etiquette she had learned from a young age helped her maintain her composure.

She bowed slightly in the direction of Mrs. He and Master He.

"Mrs. He, Master He, these are the grapes planted by Ninth Madam and Ninth Master on the mountain. Although it's the first year of harvest and the yield isn't much, it's sufficient for the family's consumption. Today, when I saw the grapes had ripened, I asked Yu'er to join me in picking some for everyone to taste."

While Mrs. He wasn't as perceptive as the Mo Family's matriarch, she could still sense something was off.

Especially today, Lan'er's speech was noticeably restrained.

The Mo Family, having settled in the Northwest, had already recognized their current status and adapted to local customs, considering themselves ordinary people.

Although Lan'er and Yu'er were maids of the Fourth Princess, the Mo Family never treated them as mere servants.

On usual days, Lan'er and Yu'er were indeed dignified and polite, but never acted subservient.

Today, though, Lan'er was unusually nervous, like she was afraid of someone standing before her.

Mrs. He prided herself on treating the girls kindly and fairly, never saying anything harsh to them. Lan'er's behavior today was definitely abnormal.

Additionally, as the girl spoke, she occasionally looked down at her toes, and upon closer inspection, her face was slightly red.

Then there was her own son, who had just been sharing his inner thoughts with her, but became visibly uncomfortable the moment Lan'er arrived.

Mrs. He didn't immediately respond to Lan'er's words, her eyes instead shifting back and forth between He Ziming and Lan'er.

As a woman with experience, she seemed to understand something.

However, she also knew that this matter could only be inquired about from her son.

"Alright, thank you for your hard work, Lan'er. These grapes are so big; I'll have to eat a few more later."

Mrs. He quickly changed her expression, and after realizing what was happening, she returned to her usual self as if nothing had happened.

Hearing Mrs. He's reply, Lan'er's tense mood finally eased up a bit. She responded and then quickly headed into the kitchen to wash the grapes.