Mozun boss is working as an aunt in farming

Chapter 1 Aunt?
The 12th year of the Yong Dynasty.

At the end of the autumn harvest, the villagers of Dajia Village, who had worked hard for half a month, breathed a sigh of relief, counting at home how much rations they can keep after paying taxes this year.

Suddenly, a startled and angry roar sounded:
"Si Dashan, how dare you hurt my aunt, I will fight with you!"

Immediately afterwards, successive cries sounded:

"Stop beating, stop beating, come and save people!"

"Come and save my aunt!"

"What? Something happened to my aunt?" The villagers were startled, and ran towards the Si's house in a hurry, ignoring what they were busy with.

At this time, the village was on the east side, and there was a lot of noise in the yard of a family with blue bricks and white walls.

At the door, a tall, thin, yellow-and-black man was arguing and yelling with several other people.

In the courtyard, a little girl wearing a blue embroidered satin dress was hugged by a woman. Her forehead was dripping with blood, and her face was like gold paper.

Several women surrounded her crying endlessly.

In the bursts of sharp noise.

I saw that the little girl who was held in the arms of the woman suddenly moved her fingers.

Immediately afterwards, the little face stained with blood seemed to show a hint of impatience.

"Shut up!" Si Qing, who was soundly asleep, frowned irritably when he heard the noise, and yelled in displeasure.

The group of maids in the Devil's Palace were probably tired of their work, so they dared to make a lot of noise when she was resting, to see if she would pull out their tongues and throw them into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Devils!

Si Qing opened his eyes angrily.

Several tear-stained and anxious faces came into view.

Si Qing gasped, where did so many ugly monsters come from?
All of them were sallow, and their thin faces were sunken, just like the abused human race.

How could there be such a hot-eyed maid in her magic palace?

"Grandma, are you awake?" One of the ugly monsters who looked younger shouted in surprise and joy.

Aunt?
What is this ghost?

Si Qing was a little confused, a trace of doubt flashed in his dark eyes.

She sat up abruptly, looked around, and was startled.

The original luxurious big bed with crocodile veils inlaid with all kinds of Lingbao crystals disappeared, replaced by a green brick floor with moss growing on it.

Surrounded by a few women in shabby clothes, some old and some young, the old ones have gray hair, and the wrinkles on their faces are as ugly as dead tree bark.

"Grandma, grandma, are you okay?"

Seeing Si Qing staring blankly at her, the old woman approached Si Qing worriedly and waved her hand.

Could it be that my aunt was beaten stupid?

"Auntie, is my aunt really awake?" A tall, thin man in ragged clothes squeezed into the crowd.

As soon as he saw Si Qing, surprise appeared on his black and yellow face, and the circles of his eyes turned red instantly: "Great, great, my aunt finally woke up!"

"Go away!" Si Qing couldn't lie down at all, and waved away the people around him.

Not right, very wrong.

She must leave here as soon as possible, this must be the conspiracy of those dog monks!

Si Qing stood up and made a posture of flying against the wind.

however……

The body is motionless.

When I lowered my head, I realized that my hands and feet had become short. When I raised my hands, my hands turned into the hands of a five or six-year-old milk baby, with round and lovely little meat pockets on the back of the hands.

Si Qing stood in place and petrified.

After sensing her body again, she found that her powerful strength was gone.

At this time, not only could the body not draw a trace of strength, but he even faintly felt weak all over, and double images appeared on the ground.

One drop, two drops...

Wet, viscous liquid flowed down the face, and a small pool of blood soon formed on the ground.

"Auntie!"

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Si Qing's eyes darkened and he passed out.

(End of this chapter)