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

Father Mo explained his purpose to the broker, who then took him directly to the livestock area.

Father Mo looked around the cowshed and picked out a strong, yellow ox that looked energetic.

How do you sell this cow, young man? Father Mo asked.

Thirty-eight taels, the broker replied.

At this price, the Mo family all gasped.

They only knew that cattle were expensive, but they didn't expect it to be so expensive.

No wonder farmers can't afford to buy cows. Farmers can't save more than a few taels of silver a year.

How many years will it take to save enough to buy a cow?

Old Mrs. Mo then said: Young man, this cow is so expensive, can you give it a discount?

"That's right! It's too expensive. Give me a discount." Mother Mo followed Old Lady Mo's lead.

The broker said with an embarrassed look: This price is already very favorable. A few days ago, the starting price was 40 taels.

If you really want to buy it, I will sell it to you at the purchase price of thirty-seven taels.

Ha ha…

Mo Rao couldn't help laughing out loud, but she immediately covered her mouth with her hands.

Fortunately, no one noticed her. Otherwise, it would have been embarrassing.

"Business savvy, business savvy" is probably what this person is talking about. In the future, he would be a gold medal salesperson.

However, in this ancient time, he would have been a top-notch salesperson. This person must have done well in this dental business.

Young man, please go a little lower. I, an old woman, have been negotiating the price with you for a long time. Just give me one or two taels less! Old Mrs. Mo said with a sullen face, bargaining with the broker.

Grandma, look at this ox! It's as strong as a tiger, such a fine and strong ox. I'll only sell it to you for 37 taels. That's already the cost price, and you still think it's too high. You can't let me do business at a loss!

"Young man, look, we just bought the shop from you. We're really short on money, so please give us a discount!" Mo's mother said, crying poorly.

Teeth...

Mrs. Mo...

Mo's mother...

Mo's mother and Old Lady Mo took turns bargaining with the broker.

Finally, after much persuasion from the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the broker closed the deal at a price of thirty-six taels and gave them a cart as a gift.

Her mother and grandmother also worked hard to save money.

The last thing they lack in this era is her grandmother, and people like her mother are easy for the broker to deal with. With such a transaction price, the brokerage actually makes a profit.

The reason why he pretended to be heartbroken was, to put it bluntly, just a marketing tactic.

The sale and purchase of oxen also required registration with the government office, but they didn't have to worry about it, as the pawnbrokers would take care of it.

Not long after the ox cart was harnessed, the clerk from the brokerage firm brought the transfer certificate from the county government.

Of course, Father Mo knew how to drive a cart. When the Mo family members got on the ox cart, Father Mo would wave the whip to drive the cart.

Father Mo thought, "With fifty acres of land at home, they'd definitely need some farming tools." So the family went to the blacksmith shop again.

I bought farm tools and harvest tools. I have an ox at home. I also need to buy a plowing plow.

I spent another four or five taels on some random shopping.

The Mo family was worried about the speed at which money was being spent. But what could they do? Farming was essential. These farm tools were indispensable.

The family returned to Mojia Village in the evening.

As soon as I arrived at the village entrance, I noticed that the way the villagers looked at me was a little strange.

The weird thing is that the villagers didn't think they had a full ox cart. In their eyes, they only thought the ox cart was rented.

The villagers looked at them strangely. The Mo family just thought they were looking at them strangely because of the ox cart they bought.

It was only when they arrived at their doorstep that they realized what had happened.

There was a huge crowd of people at the door, and the big red sedan chair was particularly eye-catching. When the Mo family saw this, they knew what was going on.

When the wedding procession saw the Mo family returning, they immediately alerted Butcher Cheng.

Uncle, the bride is back. When Cheng the butcher saw the newcomer, he felt furious.

He had been waiting at the Mo family's door for a whole day. He hadn't even had a sip of water yet.

If he hadn't been reluctant to part with the 10 taels of silver, he would have gone back long ago.

You shameless bitch, you took my betrothal gift and are trying to run away. I think you're itching for a fight. You'll be in for a fight when we get back. Now pack up and follow me.

At this time, Cheng the Butcher had already regarded Mo Rao as his own woman. If this woman did not obey, she would definitely be beaten.

If he hadn't considered that the person was still in Mojia Village, he would have taken action by now.

He asked his eldest nephew to call the three Mo brothers over.

This Mo Lao San hasn't come yet. It's obvious that he definitely doesn't want to return the betrothal gift. He's not a sucker. He said he went to find someone, but he hasn't come back yet.

Now that Daya from the Mo family is back, he naturally won't return the betrothal gift to Mo Lao San.

A sneer crossed Mo Rao's lips. He ignored Cheng the butcher's words and got off the cart. The rest of the Mo family followed suit. Mo's father tied the cart to a nearby tree.

Father Mo took the hoe from the ox cart, and Mo Qingshan took the shovel without saying a word.

Mr. Mo and others came back early in the morning, but when they saw the ferocious look on Cheng the Butcher's face, they dared not come out.

Mr. Mo and his companions returned to the old house stealthily. When they heard that Boss Mo and his family had returned from town, they all ran over.

What I saw was Father Mo holding a hoe in his hand.

Mo's mother was afraid that the child would be hurt during the struggle, so she said to the fat aunt who came over: Her aunt...

Before Mo's mother could finish her words, Aunt Pang spoke first.

You are finally back. What is going on? How come Daya is married to Cheng the Butcher? Cheng the Butcher can be her father. What do you think? Aunt Fat said anxiously.

I can't explain her aunt's matter clearly for the time being.

Could you please help me look after the children at home?

Mo's mother pointed at Erya, Sanya, and Baoshan.

Mo's mother knew that it was impossible to ask Daya to hide at this moment.

Auntie Pang looked at the girls in front of her and the youngest Baoshan. She nodded and said, "Okay." Then she took Mo Baoshan's hand and said to Mo Erya and Mo Sanya, "Come with me."

Mo Erya and Mo Sanya looked at Mo's mother with some concern.

Mo's mother said to them, "You and your fat aunt can go hide at her house for a while. Don't worry, Dad and Mom are fine. They won't dare do anything to us. The worst that can happen is that we can just return the betrothal gifts to them."

After hearing what Mo Erya and Mo Sanya said, even though they were worried, they had no choice but to follow Auntie Pang and go to Auntie Pang's house. They didn't want to become a burden.

Aunt Fat returned home and explained the situation to her daughters. She asked them to bring the girls into the house and lock the door from the inside.

After giving the instructions, Auntie Pang went out and headed straight to the village chief's house. Something might happen to the Mo family today.

Mo Ertai noticed the ox cart next to Mo Lao Da.

She couldn't believe it. She didn't know whether they bought the ox cart or rented it.

But it doesn't look like it was rented. After all, there aren't many things on the oxcart. There's no need to rent an oxcart.

Besides, there were no outsiders on the ox cart.