Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

"So hot...so itchy..."

She gasped, holding on to the wall of a villager's earthen courtyard, her face so red that even the thick layer of white powder couldn't stop it.

"Hey, isn't this Ping'er girl?"

A wretched head poked out from the courtyard wall. Seeing Zhai Ping dressed like this, the eyes on that head were straightened, except for the drool that stopped flowing out.

Cai Ping raised his head and took a confused look. When he saw Mu Er Laizi, a well-known rogue in the village, he turned around and wanted to leave.

This scoundrel of Mu Er was a very bad person. He stole, drank, gambled, slept with widows, and blackmailed villagers. He did all kinds of evil, so he was nearly thirty years old and had not yet found a wife.

At this moment, Mu Er Laizi was sitting alone in the house drinking wine. It was the Chinese New Year, and every household was beaming with joy. His wife and children were enjoying themselves on the hot bed, but his elder brother was alone, so he had to drink to drown his sorrows!

However, as people often say: wine is a matchmaker for sex. After Mu Erlaizi took a few sips of wine, he suddenly had the desire that men often have. He put down his wine glass and staggered out of the door, preparing to arrive. He often went to the house of the little widow who forced him to sleep with her, and slept with her again.

But coincidentally, as soon as I went out, I saw Mu Caiping who looked like this. He had been hanging out in casinos, brothels and other places for a long time. With his appearance of collecting bottles, it was obvious at the first sight that he had been exposed to the ecstasy and bone-eroding medicine. Mu Erlaizi was delighted. It was like picking up a gold ingot that fell from the sky.

He was distracted and lustful. When he saw the bottle collector about to leave, he hurried out and grabbed her. He laughed softly and said, "Sister Ping'er, don't leave. Come to my brother's room. He will show you something good." ."

Cai Ping wanted to resist, but when Mu Er Laizi provoked him, the effects of the drug became even more severe. He couldn't control himself and collapsed in his arms. Mu Er Laizi picked him up and carried him back to his kennel... …

Mu family

Muliankui carefully folded up the document of transfer of the restaurant written by his second son and locked it in the cabinet at the head of his kang.

This time, the paperwork is complete. Not only does it have the signatures and fingerprints of their father and son, but also the signature and fingerprints of the clan leader as the mediator. Even if someone wants to default on the debt now, they can't. The Beatitudes The restaurant already belongs to him, Muliankui.

"Hahaha, everyone has been busy for a long time. You must be hungry. Come on, come on, have a meal, have a meal, the boss's wife, the second's wife, hurry up and start dinner..."

Muliankui was in high spirits during happy events and greeted everyone to their seats with a smile.

Caiwei thought that with such a noble status, Nangong Yi would disdain to sit at the table with these hypocritical and greedy villagers. Who knows, he actually sat at the table with a calm demeanor and even exchanged a few words with the clan leader. It was really impressive. She was shocked and felt that she could not understand him more and more.

However, she didn't want to understand him. The relationship between them was just mutual cooperation. Once Tian Jizi was destroyed, they would go back to their own lives. She went to make her money, he went to steal his empire, and they never met again...

The men were eating in the main room, with Mrs. Li and Mrs. Du waiting on the side, adding rice and serving dishes. Mu Bai took Caiwei and Caifei, Wen'er and Wu'er to sit on the kang table in the inner room, and took another table. However, the food on this table was much duller than the men's table.

Dafang has always lived a stingy life, and even during the Chinese New Year, he cannot be generous. The table is full of vegetables, either potatoes or radishes, which makes him feel anxious. The only plate of meat is still placed in front of Mu Bai's eyes. Mu Bai was eating alone. If anyone dared to put their chopsticks into the plate of meat, Mu Bai would raise his slack eyelids and scold them for not knowing etiquette and taking food from their elders.