Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 353

Don't be surprised how composed this kid is. If he hadn't cried during his birth, Chou Qian would probably have thought he was mute.

One day, I "accidentally" peeled off Ugly Qian's mask (it really was an accident).

Before I could even scream that I'd lost money, my usually unchanging blockhead burst into tears.

I was instantly stunned. I didn't even have time to scream. All I knew was that my son could talk and wasn't mute. I was so happy I almost built a rocket.

Later, I saw that this worked, so I forced Chouqian to fight and made him take off his mask and act ugly in front of Mutou again. But who knew that when Mutou watched it a second time, nothing happened. He neither cried nor watched nor laughed, and he turned back into the same old self.

I was absolutely furious! Damn it, how many unequal treaties have I signed for you and your father? Can't you even lift a finger to express your anger?!

...

"I am his father!"

"I am his father!"

Wu Hui drew his sword: "The usual rules!"

Chou Qian put down the wood. "The usual place!"

...

The two leaped out, their speed no less than before (due to training).

Based on my many years of experience, they definitely won't be back for at least seven or eight hours, and when they do, one will be bruised and battered, and the other will be covered in blood.

However, I just don't understand why someone could win several times when the difference in strength was so great!

Never mind who wins or loses, there's no lottery to be won.

I walked confidently toward Mu Tou, and just as I was about to grab his little braid (which I had spent three hours combing and which was very pretty), he suddenly vanished from my grasp. I looked up in disbelief and saw my mother, holding a spoon, glaring at me and saying, "What do you think you're doing!"

"Hehe, cultivating the bond between mother and child!"

My mother hugged the wooden piece tightly, looking at me with utter disdain, and said, "No need!"

I looked at my mother pitifully: "Mom, this blockhead is my son, what can I do to him!" Why is imitating me even more serious than imitating a thief!

"How dare you say that! Who threw Xiaoyezi into the river last year, and where are the adults now?!"

The cowherd had disappeared. I had no one to confide in: "Mother, I did it so he could learn to swim!"

"Learn from me?! You almost drowned him!"

I gritted my teeth in anger at the wood. This kid is ruthless. I watched him sink, and he didn't even cry for help.

Ugh, I'm too lazy to watch this.

I'm sure Mu Tou isn't mute, but he's only cried twice since birth, laughed zero times, been clever negatively once, and been bullied countless times (because the neighbor's kid didn't like him; of course, I didn't tell Chou Qian or Wu Hui after he was beaten).

"Mother, I know I was wrong. Didn't we get it out of the water later?" Why bring up the past again?

"If Sikong hadn't passed by, are you sure I would still be able to see my precious grandson!"

If I don't talk to you about this, you're being biased! This kid needs to be disciplined. He's five years old, and there's no record of him walking, talking, or being naughty. The only record he's ever had is sleeping and spacing out.

"Mom, go cook. I promise I won't take Wood out."

"No need, I'll take Xiaoyezi to the kitchen!"

I scanned their backs with the eye of a needle. Go ahead! You can take him to the toilet, and he can tough it out of the pollutants all day.

I'm just speechless: what's wrong with this kid that he's so dull-witted? I remember when I was pregnant with him, I didn't eat anything recklessly or run a marathon! Is God just jealous of my happiness?

"Oh God! Please let me go!" My dear Aoao and Qianqian! Your mother misses you so much!

"Quiet!" My mother's lecturing voice came from outside the door. I composed myself, slapped my blanket (we're poor now, I can't afford to smash anything expensive), and decided to go out and visit some neighbors, chat a bit, and calm my wounded little heart...

But as soon as I stepped outside, I ran into a nuisance. My neighbor, the young, cunning old woman—who's supposedly the prettiest auntie in the village—wearing an apron, stood by the fence and stopped me, asking, "Sister Mu, are you alone? Where's your husband?"

What's it to you if my man is bothering you? Do you want to climb over the wall? "He's gone down to the ground!"

Wang the Thief laughed loudly, "Your husband is so diligent. I wonder where my husband is resting again."

"Diligent? If you're so diligent, why is my harvest the lowest in the village?" Did I give them money as a gift?

"Sister-in-law Mu, you can't blame your husband for the poor harvest; the soil in the field is also very important."

Don't lie to me, the land is fine, the weeds are taller than the crops, and it takes a whole month just to weed. By the time you're done weeding, the crops will be ready to be harvested! You're just trying to starve me to death.

"Maybe." I quickly walked away from her and headed towards the gathering place for gossip among mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law in the "square".

"Sister-in-law Mu! Sister-in-law Mu!..."

I'm ignoring you! You always pry into my man's life; you have ulterior motives!

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"Sister-in-law Mu is here! Come and sit down!"

It was Sun's honest and straightforward personality that attracted me.

"Sister-in-law Mu, it's been a long time since I've seen you out."

She's busy taking care of her son.

"Sister-in-law Mu, where is Aunt Mu?"