Domineering Peasant Girl is Not Easy To Mess With

Mu Qingli couldn't help but startled.

Thinking about it, it's true. At this time, the couple can't get off the stage. If she gives them a step down and rescues them, the villagers will definitely have a good impression of her, and they will praise her as "sensible and filial." No way to deny it.

Well, although I still really want to see their jokes, but it's good to let them be embarrassed and unable to tell.

With a flash of thought, Mu Qingli smiled at her scumbag father and stepmother with a filial and respectful face, and said with a smile: "Father, mother, we are a family, and when we bite our tongues, it's okay to say a few quarrels." It's over. Let's go, let's go see how the old village chief's presiding over the division of meat is going, and I have something to tell you later!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the scumbag father and stepmother to speak, she smiled and nodded with everyone, and walked away with Mo Yunshen and the younger sister.

There was another buzzing in the crowd, sighing and praising: Look, what a wonderful and considerate daughter!

Mu Zhihong and Jiang Shi also forced a smile, and moved away as if fleeing, almost unable to hold back their anger!

A few quarrels? Is it over after I said it? How can there be such a cheap thing, they will be accused and misunderstood in vain, and they will have a solid reputation for being harsh on their daughter?

What's even worse is that the dead girl slipped away after she finished speaking, leaving them no chance to refute.

Jiang swears in her heart: wait and see!

Mu Zhihong hit the villain in his heart: Damn girl, you wait for me!

Soon the tiger meat was distributed, and there were still eight or nine hundred catties, as well as various internal organs, heads and feet, and the like.

The old village head asked someone to cut off several shares: one for his own family, one for Mu Zhihong's family, one for Mu Zhizhong's family, and one for Mo Yunshen's family, which totaled two hundred catties.

Ask someone to take out another three hundred and fifty catties, which will be sent to the village elders and widowed elderly in the village later.

The rest was divided among the spectators.

The crowd of spectators exploded with a "boom". No one expected that there would be meat to share among the spectators, and everyone was in high spirits.

I heard from the old village chief that this was what Mo Yunshen and Mu Qingli meant. After all, they were just lucky. They didn't hunt the tiger, so everyone who saw it got a share.

Everyone cheered endlessly, praised Mo Yunshen and Mu Qingli for their generosity, and happily took the meat home.

It doesn't matter if it's ten catties or eight catties, a little more or a little less, mosquito legs are also meat anyway. In this food-poor place, any food is precious and worthy of respect.

Mu Zhihong and Jiang's eyes were so distressed that their eyes were burning and their faces were turning green. They saw the crowd carve up the tiger meat like a lantern, as if it was their meat that was divided.

Especially when everyone praised Mo Yunshen and Mu Qingli with smiles and smiles, and they had nothing to do with them at all, it made their heart and lungs ache with anger.

I don't know how many times I scolded "Damn girl!" and "I want you to look good later!"

Finally, all the tiger meat was taken away, and the old village head pointed to the other long stone benches: "Sit down."

Mu Qingli and Mo Yunshen knew everything, and sat down obediently. Mu Zhihong and Jiang Shi had no choice but to grit their teeth and sit down. Mu Zhizhong and Cui Shi had nothing to do with them and could go, but the couple expressed curiosity , so stay to watch the excitement.

The old village head then told Mo Yunshen about the house he entrusted him to build before, and said, "You all know what their house looks like. I was lucky enough to get so much tiger meat today, which can be used as a reward and save money." You worry about them."

Jiang snarled in her heart: The ghosts will worry about them! It's none of my mother's business if they don't have the ability to build a house themselves! Shouldn't daughters and sons-in-law honor their parents?

Several thousand catties of tiger meat were gone in the blink of an eye, and my family only shared fifty catties. This gap is so big that it can be described as a difference between heaven and earth, can it not make people feel bad?

"But this Mo boy still owes the bride price of our three wild boars!" Mrs. Jiang was not angry, but she didn't dare to object to the old village chief's words, so she had to find fault elsewhere.

Anyway, I just don't want Mu Qingli and the others to be happy.

Mu Zhihong was also holding back his anger, and said angrily: "That's right, why marry my daughter before the dowry is given? You can't count him as his daughter-in-law. I think the three of them should go back with us first." , Wait until Mo boy has collected enough betrothal gifts before going through the door!"

Jiang's eyes lit up: "That's what I said too! This is the truth!"

Hearing this, the old village chief couldn't help but despise them a little, but - there is no way, there are more than 300 people in Shangcun, with a population of 2,500 to 600, what kind of people are there?

Although this old Mu's family is looked down upon by others, it is not the only one.

My family doesn't even take out the dowry, but they keep thinking about the three wild boars. Is this my real father?

"Father, that's not going to work. What if I get a big belly? It will affect Fangping's reputation!" Mu Qingli pretended to be shy, and hesitated to say a word, embarrassed and had to say it.

"You—" Mu Zhihong fell down angrily.

Mo Yunshen clenched his trembling hand into a fist against his lips and coughed vigorously a few times, glanced at Mu Qingli, then silently looked away, ignoring Mu Zhihong's cannibalistic gaze.

I sighed in my heart: The lady is really making rapid progress, she is a talent to be made! Not long ago, I needed his reminder just now to know that I pretended to be filial to my daughter, but now I will pretend to be shy...

"Nonsense!" The old village head glared at Mu Zhihong and threw a tantrum and reprimanded him: "Have you ever seen a married girl take back to her natal family to remarry? What do you two want to do? Hmm? With you as parents like this Damn? You won’t be afraid of being laughed at if you say it!”

Jiang was angry and choked, but didn't say anything.

In fact, she just wanted this tiger skin.

As long as Mu Qingli is still their daughter, the tiger skin is of course theirs.

I took a look at the thick and long-haired, colorful and complete tiger skin, made into clothes, I don't know how warm it is to wear in winter.

The temptation was really too great, Jiang Shi refused to give up no matter what.

She simply said bluntly: "Why don't you use this tiger skin to pay for a wild boar. After all, the daughter is getting married, so you have to give us something to count? Since you can't give any of the three wild boars, you can use this tiger skin to pay for it."

Mu Qingli glanced at the large piece of tiger meat weighing fifty catties, and said, "Isn't that right? I have to leave the tiger skin to Xiaoya'er and Xiaoluan to make clothes, shoes and socks in winter, and I can't give it to you."

"If you say you won't give it, you won't give it?" Mu Zhihong glared at her and scolded.

Mo Yunshen touched Mu Qingya and winked secretly, Mu Qingya curled her small mouth, glanced at Mu Zhihong and Jiang shi pitifully as if about to cry, sniffed and said, "Father, mother, you You have always loved Xiaoluan and me so much, you must not bear the cold for us in winter, right? We don’t have any winter clothes!"