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

Farmers save their entire lives, but only manage to save a dozen taels of silver to help their sons marry and have children.

Mo Rao's spending speed made Zhang Lanlan afraid to say anything along the way. In Zhang Lanlan's mind, Mo Rao was the daughter of a wealthy family.

Mo Rao bought some daily necessities, such as a wooden basin, a face towel, a bath tub, and the like. She also bought some snacks before stopping.

For large items, Mo Rao would have them delivered directly to the cloth shop. This way, he would not have to carry them back himself.

Before leaving, Mo Rao and Zhang Lanlan came to the pork shop.

Boss, how much is this lean and fatty pork? And this big bone?

The boss had a face full of flesh, but he was smiling broadly. That smile was all over his face.

This pork is 10 wen per jin. Lean meat is 15 wen per jin. Fat is wen per jin. Large bones are wen per jin.

Give me two pounds of pork at twelve cents a pound. And five of these large bones.

"Okay, I'll be right there." The stall owner started chopping the pork bones with a "clang, clang, clang" sound.

After a while, the pork and pork bones were separated.

Two catties of pork cost twenty-four wen. Seven catties of pork bones. Three wen a catty, seven catties, twenty-one wen. The total is forty-three wen. You only need to give forty wen.

Mo Rao raised her eyebrows. This boss was really generous. He gave her three cents less right away. Her grandmother had to bargain with the boss for a long time before he gave her a few cents less when buying meat.

Mo Rao paid the money, picked up the pork and prepared to leave. The boss took out a knife, scratched the pork leg, and cut off a two-pound piece of pork.

Girl, take this meat back and give it to your parents as a treat.

Mo Rao glanced at the butcher, who was probably in his early forties, with a plump and strong build, and it was obvious that he had no shortage of food and drink. This was strange. It was understandable if it was only three cents cheaper, but it was abnormal to give away meat.

Mo Rao suddenly seemed to think of something. With a sly smile, "What good news is there?" Mo Rao took the lean meat from the boss's hand and said loudly, "Boss, are you having a promotion? Buy one pound, get one free?" Thank you, store owner.

When the woman on the roadside heard Mo Rao's words, she hurried over and asked: "Girl, you said that if you buy a pound of pork here, you can get a pound free."

Yes, Auntie. I just bought two pounds of pork, and the boss gave me two pounds of lean meat as a gift. This boss is really nice.

Many people were gathering along the roadside. They had heard about the buy-a-pound-of-pork-get-a-pound-free promotion. How could they sit still when they heard that?

Boss, give me two pounds. When the boss heard Mo Rao say buy one pound, get one free, he hurried to explain to the people in the crowd. No, no.

Didn’t the boss just give me two pounds of pork? He said this while cooling the pork in his hand.

Besides, you and my family are not related at all. We don't even know you, and we don't even remember you being related. If the boss wasn't having a promotion, why would he give me pork? You can't say you're attracted to me! You're older than my dad.

This is such a shameless thing, I don't think the boss would have such an idea.

Yes! You gave away pork to Butcher Chen's family when they bought it. We're old neighbors, so you can't be partial!

Those old women were more calculating than each other and kept arguing with the stall owner.

Butcher Chen couldn't tell anyone at this moment that the girl was planning to introduce her to him. If he did, who knows what kind of story these gossips would tell him.

Mo Rao and Zhang Lanlan left the crowd. Zhang Lanlan asked curiously: Why did the boss give us two more kilograms of pork?

It's obvious that this person has ulterior motives. I don't believe that he wants to do good things. If I guess correctly, this person should be Chen the Butcher mentioned by her third uncle.

Mo Rao told Zhang Lanlan what Mo Lao San had said.

Zhang Lanlan was furious after hearing this. Just think of that butcher Chen, he must be in his forties at least. He could be Mo Rao's father, but this Third Uncle was incredibly cruel.

What if grandpa can't resist their deception and really marries you to Chen the Butcher, Zhang Lanlan said worriedly.

Mo Rao said: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, they don't have the final say on my marriage. Now that we've separated, if they have no sense of shame, I'll let them see what it feels like to have their faces trampled on."

Is everything really okay? Zhang Lanlan was still a little worried.

It's okay. As they were talking, they had already arrived in front of Mr. Mo's ox cart.

There were already quite a few people on the cart. When Mo Rao and the other two got on, the oxcart was completely full. The oxcart started to move, swaying unsteadily.

When they got to the village, everyone looked at them strangely. Mo Rao didn't understand why.

When they got home, they found out that the cloth shop worker had returned before them. The villagers were envious when they saw the cloth shop worker unloading sack after sack.

How much stuff was bought? The villagers were jealous and envious.

The clerk moved all the goods that Mo Rao bought into the house. The house was already small enough for a large wooden barrel, and with a few sacks, it couldn't fit in. The clerk put the rest directly at the door.

Everyone in the Mo family was confused. Old Mrs. Mo couldn't help but open one of the bags out of curiosity.

The moldy clothes inside were exposed. This bag was particularly damp.

All the villagers saw it at once. Their envy and jealousy disappeared. Even if they were poor, they wouldn't wear such clothes. Where did they pick up this garbage?

Soon everyone in the village knew that Mo Rao had bought moldy clothes at the cloth shop. She had bought hundreds of them at once.

Old Mrs. Mo's chest was also heaving with anger.

This girl will tear down the roof if she is not beaten.

Before Mo Rao even entered the door, Mrs. Mo rushed over with a broom. You prodigal son.

Seeing this, Mo Rao immediately hid behind her sister-in-law. "Grandma, what are you doing? Why do you hit me as soon as we meet?"

I’m going to hit you, said Old Mrs. Mo with a grunt.

Mo's mother, beside her, was furious and said, "You're a spendthrift. Others have sons who are the spendthrifts, but in my house, you've become the daughter. It seems I won't teach you a lesson until you're taught a lesson." She was especially furious when she heard the waiter say the clothes were 120 wen.

The three siblings looked up at the sky and down at the earth, but not at their eldest sister.

Old Mo took the broom and started chasing Mo Rao to beat her. Actually, although Old Mrs. Mo was angry, she didn't really hit her, she just wanted to scare Mo Rao.

Mo Rao kept running and Old Lady Mo kept chasing her.

Mo Rao said as she ran, "Grandma, aren't you tired from running? It's just a few pieces of clothing, isn't it?"

Old Mrs. Mo panted and said, "It's just a few pieces of clothing. You have a few pieces of clothing. That's hundreds of pieces. If you change one piece a day, it will be enough for you to wear for a year."