The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

But no, Mo’s parents have three or four grown-up daughters and grandchildren! Upon hearing this, the onlookers somewhat understood the difficulties of the Old Mo family.

However, if a daughter is sold to collect dowry money, who would dare to marry her daughter into a family that loves her daughter? With such a precedent, if Lao Mo's family is still poor in the future, will the daughters born to their daughters be sold to other children to collect dowries?

Thinking of this, everyone's little understanding of Lao Motou was thrown out of the window.

"Even so, we can't sell my Ernier!" Upon hearing this, Mo Niu took the opportunity to cry while holding Mo Ernier in her arms: "It's not Ernier's fault that our family is poor, so why not What about selling her? My eldest brother and sister-in-law have two daughters at home, why don’t you sell them both?”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Wu was hurt.

Mo Wu's eyes were so angry that she wanted to rush up and beat up this vicious sister-in-law! If she hadn't had the bad idea, how could her Sinier be sold?

Now when I heard Mo Niu's words about selling her daughter, new and old hatreds surged into my heart. I rushed forward with an 'ouch', grabbed her hair hard and started to move my hands.

"You bad guy with rotten intestines, what grudge do I have against you and you want to sell my daughter? My fourth daughter was harmed by a shameless thing like you, and you still want to harm my eldest daughter, third daughter? I Beat you to death, you black-hearted thing, beat you to death!"

Ever since Mo Niu married into the Mo family, she has been tyrannizing over Mo Wu. Mo Wu had been bullied for more than ten years, but once she burst out with amazing strength, she actually defeated Mo Niu. Shi was pressed under him and beaten until he screamed wildly.

Mo Niushi was caught off guard and was beaten hard by Mo Wushi several times. However, she was strong and ate a lot, so she was much stronger than the thin Mo Wushi. She quickly pushed Mo Wushi off her body. Start fighting back.

The two sisters struggled together, pulling their hair, scratching their necks, scratching their faces... almost all the female fighting moves were used.

From selling daughters to dividing families, then to father beating son, and now it has turned into sister-in-law fighting again.

This scene was like a big show. Not to mention the villagers who were watching were dumbfounded, even those few people's teeth were wide-eyed.

Mo Yan has long wanted to beat Mo Niushi, but because she is an elder, it is difficult for her to do it. Now that Mo Wu has done it, she wishes she could give Mo Niushi a few more blows, but she is worried that Mo Wu will suffer.

Old Motou's face was as dark as ink, and he shouted at his two dumbfounded sons: "Why don't you go and pull these two women apart?"

In the end, the two sisters, who were inseparable from the fight, were separated by the pull of their respective husbands. A few strands of Mo Niu's hair were still floating between Mo Wu's fingers, and the skin and flesh of Mo Wu's neck were still between Mo Niu's nails.

The two of them stared at each other with disheveled hair, wanting to rush forward again, pin the other down and beat him severely.

Enough fun, it's time to get down to business.

At this time, the three people who were originally sitting and watching the show stood up and walked towards Lao Motou and the others. The female soccer player looked at Mo Ernier, who was still kneeling on the ground, and nodded to Mo Hong with satisfaction: "This The girl is quite pretty, but she is too old and cannot be easily trained. I only give her eight taels of silver."

As she spoke, the woman took out a piece of silver worth eight or two pounds from her purse and handed it to Mo Hong.

Mo Hong's face darkened and she said displeasedly: "Eight taels of silver? How did I hear that a girl of this age can be sold for twenty taels?"

The woman looked at Mo Hong with a meaningful smile on her lips: "If I sell it to a big-name brothel or a secret brothel, let alone twenty taels, forty taels will do. It depends on whether Auntie is willing."