The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

Old Master Mo looked at the kitchen knife that fell from his hand in disbelief. When did this girl become so powerful?

Mo Rao sneered: Grandpa, do you want to kill me?

If that's the case, I'm really sorry. It looks like you can't kill me today.

you…

Old Master Mo pointed at Mo Rao and wanted to say, "You are not Daya," but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mo Rao.

Why does grandpa want to say that I am not Mo Daya?

Grandpa was right. The adoring and cautious Mo Daya is dead. The one standing before you now is Mo Rao. She's the Mo Rao who exists to protect her family. Please don't bother us anymore.

Mr. Mo was so angry that his eyes widened and he was speechless.

In response to Mo Rao's generous admission, no one doubted that Mo Rao was not the real person.

It’s because the Mo family watched the original owner grow up, and this person is obviously their eldest daughter. Although her personality has changed a lot, she is still the same person!

No one would have thought that there was such a thing as soul travel.

Seeing that Old Master Mo was out of breath, Mrs. Mo came over to help him calm down. "Master, we are not angry. We are not angry at this heartless person."

It took Mr. Mo a long time to react, and only when he calmed down did he say: I don’t care whether you are Mo Daya or Mo Rao, I just want to ask you one thing, you have the blood of our Mo family flowing in your body.

So what? Do you want me to return my blood to your Mo family? You can't take my blood just because you want it.

We are dividing the family property, and from now on we will take care of grandma ourselves. We don’t want a single cent of your family’s belongings.

This time, Mr. Mo was really angry. He really wanted to kill this bitch. It seemed that this girl was pretending before, but now that she had money in her hand, she stopped pretending.

Don't think you can do nothing now. I tell you that there is no way to split up.

Mo Rao was too lazy to pay attention to him. Today, this family had to divide the family. This family was too shameless.

Mo Lao Er and Mo Lao San both thought that this girl would be either injured or disabled today. They didn't expect that she would have such skills. This is definitely not something that can be trained in a day or two.

I really underestimated her. She always acted like a sweet girl, but I didn't expect that she was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing, and a vicious one at that.

At this time, the village chief and the clan leader and his entourage just came over. Seeing this, Mo Lao Er and Mo Lao San quickly stood up to complain.

Village chief, you have to help us! The eldest brother's family is too bullying. That girl not only beat me and her third uncle, but also her own grandfather. They are worse than animals!

We can't take care of this girl now, let's leave her to the clan to deal with!

Mo Ertai cried and complained: This girl doesn't recognize her relatives now!

Village chief and the clan elders have to make the decision for us!

The village chief first looked at the ground, which was a mess.

What's going on? Why is he resorting to surgery?

Before Mr. Mo could say anything, Mrs. Mo Er interrupted and said: It's still the same Mo Daya. She beat his second uncle and his third uncle, and acted like an idiot in our house.

The village chief whispered to Mo Ertai: "Why are you messing with her for no reason? Someone who can kill a giant python and a wild boar is not someone you can easily mess with. He's really getting more confused as he gets older."

The daughter of the village chief's nephew is Mo Laoer's wife, so she is more or less on Mo Ertai's side.

Mo Ertai said unwillingly: It's not us who caused the trouble. His master has no money recently, and the old family just sold wild animals for money. The master asked them for money for family expenses, but they just wanted to divide the family.

The master has provided them with food and drink for these years, and now that he has no money left, he still wants to buy this house for the eldest brother's family.

Now that they have money, they don't care about their master anymore.

If the clan doesn't do anything about these unfilial descendants, I will go to the government office and file a complaint against them for being unfilial.

It turns out it was all for money. In fact, everyone guessed it before they came.

But I still felt a little sympathy for Boss Mo's family after hearing it. After all, he had the worst life among his three brothers.

Although the village chief was on the side of Mo Ertai's family, he couldn't show it too obviously on his face, so he could only persuade both sides.

Mr. Mo, if the child is wrong, just hit him twice. Why use a knife? If you accidentally hurt the child, won’t you be alienated from him?

And you, Daqiang, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but your father is the head of the family after all.

You are a family now and have not yet separated. Naturally, the money should be handed over to the elders for safekeeping. How can you keep it privately? Wouldn't this hurt the elders in the family?

After hearing what the village chief said, Mo's parents were at a loss for words. After all, other people's money was also handed over to their elders for safekeeping.

But after all, they are a family, with one father and one mother. Even if there is favoritism, it is not too much, unlike their family, which is a mess.

Mo Rao stepped forward and said: Grandpa Village Chief, you have also seen what kind of life our family is living now. Grandpa has been partial to Second Grandma's family for a long time.

My second uncle and third uncle both live in town and have houses there.

Second grandmother always emphasized that they bought the house themselves.

Grandpa was afraid that we would feel uncomfortable, so he bought a house for our family in the village.

The houses in this town, even if they were cheap, would cost dozens of taels. How could they possibly afford a house with the little money they earned from working in the town for a month?

And the crops at home were all grown by our family, but when it comes to harvest, they haven't even reached out to us, and yet we still have to deliver food to them. Is this fair?

And my dear grandmother works like a slave for them at home all day long, doing laundry and cooking. Why should she do that?

My grandmother is the principal wife. Why should I wash clothes and cook for the second grandmother's family?

Look at this house of ours. This is the house that my second grandmother said she would buy for our family.

Can a house like this be compared with the houses of my second and third uncles?

My second uncle and third uncle both went to school for one or two years. Did my father go to school?

It’s because grandpa is partial to us. It’s fine if grandpa is partial to us, but why should we give the money we earn ourselves to him?

I've never seen my second and third uncles bring back the money they earned from working in town over the years to give to grandpa.

It turns out that this is targeting our family. In the past, we didn’t have to pay because we didn’t have money. Now that we have money, we have to pay it to grandpa. Is this fair?

My father has become a farmhand in the family, and he is the kind of farmhand who does not get paid.

Not only my father, my brother, my mother, my younger brothers and sisters, but our whole family became long-term workers in their family.

Other long-term workers get paid, but what do we have? We only get one or two bags of grain every year.

They also righteously say it is fair. Each family gets two bags of grain a year, one bag of rice and one bag of noodles, and the three families get the same. This is called fairness.

My second and third uncles' family consists of only a few people. They work in town and are provided with lunch.

If we didn't go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables regularly, our whole family would have starved to death. This is what they call fairness.

Now that grandpa can’t tolerate us, let’s split up!