Travel back to the time to be the ancestors

Chapter 370 Mo Yunqing: I'm Not Your Mother
Mo Wanyu subconsciously shook her head, not to let Eleventh Sister know that she was stupid: "It's okay."

Mo Wanyun thought that Mo Wanyu was as worried as they were. If Mo Yunqing knew about this, would she be very angry and what would she do then?

He said softly, "Don't think too much about it, Grandpa and Seventh Sister will take care of it, so you don't have to worry."

Mo Wanyu was at a loss when she heard that, what would Miss Eleven say?Why can't she understand.

She just came back from outside these two days and didn't know what happened.

But from Eleventh Sister's words, it is estimated that something big happened.

Also, Grandpa's attitude and what he said just now are also very strange.

It's really a headache, what happened during the time she was not at home.

……

In the evening, Mojia Village.

A woman carrying food walked under a big tree not far from Mo Yunqing's house, and sat with several women living nearby. When she saw Mo Yunqing coming out of the house, she said loudly on purpose : "Old ancestor, you are too eccentric. You gave food to the second family, but you didn't send anything to my family."

Mo Yunqing looked up when she heard the voice, and asked, "Whose family do you belong to?"

The woman said in a strange way: "The old ancestor is really a noble person who forgets things a lot."

At this time, the old woman next to her reprimanded her, "Why did the Zhonggui family talk to the ancestors?"

The woman didn't agree, and continued, "I'm right."

The woman frowned, looked at Zhonggui's family displeased, and was about to say something, but Mo Yunqing raised her hand and interrupted her, with no expression on her face: "Mo Zhonggui's wife?"

The Zhonggui family nodded, and then thought of something, although her tone was restrained a little, but she could still hear the yin and yang in her tone: "Yes, maybe the ancestors don't know who my man is, I have a niece named Mo Yuyu , the ancestors should know."

Mo Yunqing looked at the woman in front of her and sneered in her heart. She had seen thick-skinned people but never seen such thick-skinned ones. She could give her things to whomever she wanted, and it was her turn to dictate when.

"Mo Yuyu, I do know and know each other. You're right. I really don't know you, nor your man. There are thousands of people in the village. I can't remember them all."

After finishing speaking, Zhonggui's face was as if someone had slapped him severely, and his face was burning with pain.

Seeing her like this, Mo Yunqing's mood immediately improved, and she felt that she could make up for it again and said, "It's just a coincidence that you are."

The faces of the Zhonggui family were distorted in anger, and they wanted to curse, but they were too timid, so they could only say some provocative words: "If the ancestors are developed, they will look down on us poor juniors."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people present changed.

But it's not because the Zhonggui family succeeded in sowing dissension, but because if the Zhonggui family's words are heard and spread everywhere, the reputation of the ancestors will be lost.

They have all been favored by their ancestors, and they usually get along very well, and they are about to reprimand Zhonggui's family.

Mo Yunqing was one step ahead of them.

He looked her up and down and said with a chuckle, "Look at what you said, why do I, an ancestor, owe you? I can give my things to whoever I want, and it's your turn to dictate here?"

"I want to eat and make it myself. Baba ran here from home and went to other people's houses to beg for food like a rascal. I have a big face. I'm not your mother, so I still want to make it for you."

(End of this chapter)