Mozun boss is working as an aunt in farming

Chapter 7

"What are you looking at?" Si Qing yelled at him in a childish voice.

Only then did Si Zhengping come to his senses, it was too rude to stare at his aunt like this.

Facing Si Qing's cold eyes, he bowed to her again:

"Zhengping won't bother my aunt to take care of her health."

Si Qing glanced at him angrily, turned around and led Si Shanhe and his wife into the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and the door of the Si family closed again.

Seeing that the gate of Si's house was closed, the villagers immediately gathered around: "Village Chief, grandma is not the same today!"

"Why is it different?" Si Zhengping also had this feeling in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and asked pretending not to care.

"Grandma seems to be imitating us." A clansman thought for a while and replied.

"My aunt has grown up." Another elder clan elder said.

When others think about it, it seems that this is the case.

Si Zhengping also felt the same way, so he stopped thinking about it and looked at the villagers seriously: "I don't want what happened today to happen again."

The villagers lowered their heads and showed shame. If they hadn't realized that they were being fooled by Si Dashan's family, how stupid would they be?

The hateful Si Dashan's family actually tricked them into almost causing disaster at their aunt's house. It's too cheap for them to be dealt with according to the village rules!

After tidying up Si Dashan's family, Si Qing returned to the courtyard, growling with hunger.

At this time, Mrs. Wu came over with a bowl of black soup with a smile on her face: "Grandma, this is the medicine prescribed for your wounds, you should drink it while it's hot."

"Take it away, this inferior thing is... I can drink it?"

Si Qing smelled the bitter smell that hit his nose, and the old man with a small face pulled down, looked at Wu Shi unkindly.

In the realm of comprehension, this is something that ordinary monks would not bother to drink, but now it is brought to her for her to drink?
"Grandma, are you afraid of suffering?" Miss Wu didn't understand Si Qing's meaning, but thought she thought the medicine was unpalatable, so she smiled and took out a candy from her bosom.

He coaxed in a good voice: "It won't be bitter if you take a piece of candy after drinking the medicine."

Si Qing almost slapped the medicine bowl in her hand away.

But in the end I held back.

That's right, this place is different from the cultivation world, where the people who treat diseases all eat this kind of dark and bitter decoction.

Moreover, the price of this decoction is not low, and no one in the village is willing to spend money to see a doctor for minor injuries and pains, let alone take medicine.

That is to say, she was seriously injured, so she called for a doctor.

Thinking of the weak chicken physique of the human race in this world who may ascend to heaven in a single wind and cold.

Si Qing's face was full of endless depression.

"I'll do it myself." Holding his nose, he stretched out his small hand to take the medicine bowl and drank it down.

"vomit"!
After barely finishing the drink, Si Qing almost fell out of pain.

"Grandma, eat a piece of candy." Wu's eyes were quick, and she quickly stuffed a piece of candy into her mouth.

The sweet candy spread out in his mouth, which drove away the bitter taste and suppressed Si Qing's nausea.

Si Qing wiped his face, feeling for the first time how difficult life is!

Not long after taking the medicine, Mrs. Wu brought dinner, a steamed egg, two dark bran buns, and a small bowl of chicken soup.

It is said to be chicken soup, but there is really only a few pieces of meat in it. It is a big bowl full of soup, and it tastes too bland.

This is already considered the best food in the village.

Ever since Master Si passed away, all of the Si family's wealth has been swept away by Butler Meng, and the servants of the Si family have followed suit, running away with everything they could.

The original owner was a little baby, and he didn't know how much the Si family had, and the village chief only knew how many acres of land the Si family had in Dajia Village, so he decided to let the village's strong men plant it and pay [-]% of the harvest every year. Qing has no food to eat, let alone raising chickens for meat.

(End of this chapter)