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

Mo Ertai pulled Mo Laosan who was beside him.

Did the third brother’s family buy an ox cart?

Mo Lao San said uncertainly, "Isn't it possible? The houses here... I see they also built them with blue bricks and tiles. Although the houses don't look big, a brick and tile house should cost at least ten or twenty taels."

Besides, this cow would cost a lot of silver. Where would they get the money to buy a cow? They only had 130 taels before. After giving Dad 100 taels, they only had 30 taels left. How could they afford to build a house and buy a cow? It was impossible.

I guess it was rented. It's hard to say what the bullock cart driver was doing. He was busy with something, or maybe he was scared by the scene outside their house and hid away.

Mo Ertai thought so too. They knew exactly how much money their family had earned from selling the property.

But on second thought, Mo Ertai felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Seeing the farm tools in their hands, Mo Ertai became even more confused.

"Son. Their family doesn't even have land, so why buy so many farm tools?" Mo Ertai asked doubtfully.

Who knows? It's hard to say which landlord you'll end up working for.

Although Mo Ertai was full of doubts, this was not the time to ask for answers, as the old lady seemed to have no intention of letting him go.

Seeing this, Mr. Mo on the side stamped his feet in anger.

Ever since he suffered a loss at the hands of Mo Rao last time, he felt that he might be getting old.

I no longer dare to do things on impulse.

Just like this time when he returned to the village, seeing that things were not going well with Butcher Cheng, Mr. Mo hurriedly took his family back to the old house.

I didn't dare come out until I heard that the boss and his family had returned.

But when he saw the eldest brother's family holding hoes and farm tools and working hard, Mr. Mo was very angry.

He had approved this marriage. Did the eldest brother's family intend to rebel?

Looking at Cheng the Butcher, he also took out some useful sticks and shoulder poles. It looked like he was planning to rob someone.

Old Master Mo shouted angrily: "What are you doing, old people? I personally arranged Daya's marriage."

Now her husband's family is here to pick her up. Why are you holding her back? Do you even take your father and me seriously?

Butcher Cheng on the side said, "Yes! Father-in-law, what's the matter with you holding my son-in-law's wife hostage?"

Mo Qingshan, standing by, exclaimed, "Pah!" "Where does this shameless person come from? My eldest sister is innocent. She's not even engaged. Where does she get a husband?"

When Mr. Mo heard his father's words, his eyes were filled with sadness.

Father Mo asked bitterly: Dad, am I your son in your eyes?

You've always been partial to the second wife and her son, whether it's food or clothing.

What are my mother and I in your eyes? All the hard work, tiring work, and dirty work are done by us, mother and son.

Now that I've grown up and started a family, you want my descendants to work like slaves for your family.

Dad, what do you take us for?

You rebellious son, I provided you with food and drink, but you still betrayed me.

Without me, you and your son would have starved to death long ago. How can you still be here blaming your father?

Father Mo looked at Old Man Mo and his family with sadness in his eyes. Perhaps he and his mother had always been outsiders.

He looked at his wife, children and the elderly around him. These were his family.

Father Mo's face changed from disheartened to determined.

Dad, we've already separated. It's not your turn to decide Daya's marriage.

Since ancient times, marriages have always been arranged by parents' orders and matchmakers' words. I have no interest in this marriage. I do not recognize this marriage.

Butcher Cheng interrupted, "I don't care what your family situation is. Or what conflicts you have?"

But your Mo family accepted my betrothal gift. We also exchanged engagement letters and matched our horoscopes. This eldest daughter of the Mo family is now my wife.

Butcher Cheng said righteously.

Mo Rao sneered. "May I ask if my father accepted the betrothal gift? Did my father give me this engagement letter? May I ask if my parents approved this marriage?"

After several questions, Butcher Chen was speechless for a moment.

Mo Rao continued, "I thought that as long as someone could write my horoscope, they could marry me. Are you kidding me?"

Butcher Cheng took out the Geng Tie and said: Look carefully, this is your birth date.

So what? According to your logic, there are plenty of people in this village who know my horoscope. Does that mean I have to marry anyone who shows me my horoscope? This is hilarious. I don't know if I should call you stupid or just stupid?

Your birth date and time were given to me personally by your grandfather. You have to acknowledge it whether you want to or not.

I tell you, if you don’t come with me today, believe it or not, I will tear down your house.

You can try. Mo Rao's eyes flashed. A chill spread all over her body, making the Mo family members standing nearby feel the chill.

Old Lady Mo waved the hoe in her hand and said, "You want to take my granddaughter away? If you have the guts, then step over my dead body."

I followed suit and said to Mo's mother: "If you dare to touch my Daya, don't blame me for fighting you to the death."

Putting aside his age, just the kind of person Cheng the Butcher was, no one in the surrounding villages knew him. How could she let her daughter marry such a man?

Mo Qingshan held a shovel and said viciously: If you are not afraid of death, come here.

Butcher Cheng didn't expect that the Mo family would be so stubborn.

Fortunately, the people he brought with him today were all well-known thugs in town.

Scar, take your men and teach them a lesson. Make sure no one gets killed. And don't hurt the bride.

I'm getting married tonight. Hey guys? Come to my place tonight and get drunk.

"Okay, don't worry. I promise you'll be a good groom tonight," he said with a wicked smile.

Who among those present wouldn't understand the meaning of these words?

The villagers were known for their honesty and respect. They didn't mind discussing family matters. They wouldn't dare approach a scene as large as this. What if a fight broke out and they were accidentally injured?

Scar's men were all holding long sticks and carrying poles, ready to charge towards the Mo family.

Father Mo, Mother Mo, Old Lady Mo, Mo Qingshan. Hoes and shovels in hand, they prepared to engage the group charging towards them.

Mo Rao was afraid of hurting her family. As she rushed forward, she said to Mo Qingshan behind the scenes, "Look at your parents and grandma. Leave them to me. Trust me."

After saying this, Mo Rao didn't wait for Mo Qingshan's answer and rushed over. Mo Qingshan thought of his eldest sister's ability and obediently stopped his parents and grandmother. If his parents and grandmother went over now, they might become a burden to his eldest sister.

Mo Qingshan held the shovel tightly in his hand. He thought that if his eldest sister was defeated, he could immediately take over. At least he could protect her safety.

Mo Rao's eyes flashed, and she rushed forward at a speed so fast that it was astonishing. Her body was like a flash of lightning, instantly crossing the distance between them.

The moment he approached the opponent, Mo Rao raised his foot without hesitation and kicked the man holding the wooden stick with all his strength. The kick was swift and powerful, hitting the opponent's abdomen directly.

There was a dull thud, and the man on the ground instantly lost his balance, falling backwards with a wail. The wooden stick in his hand also flew out of his hand, arcing in the air before landing heavily on the ground.