Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

At dusk, several carriages with carriages drove up in front of the patriarch's house in the center of Mujia Village. The carriages stopped in front of the patriarch's house.

A graceful and elegant young man slowly stepped out of the carriage. This young man had a golden crown on his head, rich brocade clothes, and a gentle and elegant face that was unparalleled in beauty. Behind him came a short, fat old man in his sixties or seventies. The old man had kind eyes and a pleasant smile. When villagers out for a walk noticed them, he frequently gave them away.

From the two carriages behind them, five tall men jumped out. These men were strong and walked neatly. After getting off the carriage, each of them carried a huge box on their shoulders.

When a sharp-eyed villager saw it, he pointed at the men and said, "Look, aren't these the good guys who helped save people in our village last night?"

"Yes, it's them. I recognize the strong man with the square face. He helped me rescue my second uncle from the house last night, but he left without even taking a sip of tea. I saw him today. I have to thank him properly. Hey, warrior, wait for me..."

Square face, strong man,

Upon hearing these words, Zhui Feng's face darkened, and he clenched his cheeks tightly. As if he had not heard the villager's call, he strode aside.

Ever since he followed his master to this remote and barren country, he has made little progress in anything else. He has had several more names: Square-faced Little Dig, Running Boy Ba, Square-faced Warrior...

All of these are thanks to that hateful woman!

The woman was so cunning and hateful that she completely confused their master, who was never a womanizer. She pointed east and the master would not face west. When she said south, he would never go north. For her, the master did not hesitate to disobey the queen. , which frightened the Queen; for her, the master did not hesitate to confront Tianjizi, regardless of his own life.

As for her, it’s not surprising that they were sent to rescue a few country people, and then pretend to be good people to donate money for disaster relief!

"Hey, warrior, you don't know me. I am Mu Sanniu, the nephew of the old man you saved last night..."

The villagers who recognized Zhui Feng caught up with him, blocked him under the big tree outside the patriarch's house, and chatted with him affectionately.

"Thanks to you, my second uncle was not crushed to death last night. The doctor said that if he had been saved a little longer last night, my second uncle would have died..."

"…"

"Strong man, I'd like to invite you to my house for a drink. The fat pork my mother marinated years ago will be ready today. Come and have a taste. It's delicious..."

"…"

"Hey, strong man, why don't you speak?"

"…"

Mu Sanniu kept talking alone for a long time. The square-faced warrior didn't respond to him. Instead, his face became darker and darker. The honest and honest Sanniu didn't know what was going on and thought it was because the box on his shoulder was too big. Shen was so tired that he couldn't speak, so he said enthusiastically: "Strong man, you are tired, come on, come on, you have a rest, I will carry this box for you."

After Zhui Feng heard this, he sneered and without refusing, he turned around and put the box on Mu Sanniu's shoulder.

As soon as the box fell on Mu Sanniu, his arms suddenly collapsed, as if a heavy weight had been weighed down on him.

"Oh! My mother!"

Mu Sanniu yelled and fell to the ground. Zhui Feng caught the box with quick eyes and hands, put the box on his shoulders again, turned his head, and never looked at him again.

"What's in here? Why is it so heavy?"

Mu Sanniu rubbed his shoulders, sat on the ground and muttered.