Chapter 957: The New Boss of the Cottage (Part 2)

Xiang'er nodded in embarrassment: "In this case, then Xiang'er will say it!"

"Ma'am, Xiang'er thinks that Madam can choose a younger head of the family. In this way, it can also bring some vitality to the cottage. The youthful vigor can also wash away the bad luck in the cottage!"

Ah……! It's not bad luck, is it bad luck just after the head of the family dies?

If in the past, if Xiang'er dared to say that, the people below would be in the opposite direction, but now, everyone will not.

The eldest lady nodded: "Xiang'er, what you said really makes sense!"

"Okay! If that's the case, then choose a young one, you, who is the youngest?"

When the bandits below heard this, several of them immediately laughed.

"Madam, I am four hundred and seventy years old!"

"Ma'am, I am four hundred and sixty!"

"Hey...! Da Furen, I am four hundred years old!"

As soon as this guy reported his age, no one was arguing about it. He was four hundred years old and had an eighth-level strength. There was no one younger than him in the cottage.

The eldest lady nodded in satisfaction, and said, "You, come here!"

"Hey! Hehe...!" The kid was staggering when he walked, happiness came so fast!

When she came close, the eldest lady looked at it carefully for a while: "Well, it's pleasing to the eye!"

"Hey...! Thank you, Madam! Thank you, Madam!"

That guy knelt on the ground and kowtowed, a little boy, he is about to become the head of the family, can you not be excited?

Just go! The eldest lady was smiling, but she was disgusted in her heart.

"Little bastard, why don't you come out? My mother is dying of anxiety!"

"Yo...! What are you doing?" A voice finally appeared.

Everyone looked back, only to see a young man wearing white clothes, gold thread trimming, colorful embroidery, a belt inlaid with white jade in the middle, a pair of black cloth boots under his feet, and a boy's scarf on his head .

Just like the heroes in the martial arts.

Who else can pull off this outfit?

Jiang Mo appeared in this dress, looking at those crooked melons and cracked dates around him?

Dirty rags, the belt around the waist was also a strip of black rags, some were wearing vest-like shirts, and some were dressed like beggars.

Jiang Mo walked among these guys, that was to set off his handsomeness.

Xiang'er swallowed her saliva when she saw it, and the lady's heart was broken when she saw it.

"Pig...Zhu Ganglie?"

The second leader turned his head, his eyes widened, and he stared fixedly at Jiang Mo.

"You pig feeder, do you wear this on weekdays?"

The third master pointed to Jiang Mo and asked.

Before Jiang Mo could speak, the lady's whip came directly.

"Crack...!" "Shut up!"

"You, get out!"

"Oh...!" The four-hundred-year-old kid below, with his head down, obediently rolled aside.

"Madam! What are you doing?" Jiang Mo cupped his fists and looked at everyone suspiciously.

Xiang'er stood up: "Hey, Zhu Ganglie, how old are you this year?"

Jiang Mo smiled lightly: "One hundred and thirty years old!" If Jiang Mo was not afraid that they would beat him, he would have said thirty-seven.

In fact, if calculated according to the age at birth, Jiang Mo seems to be less than thirty by now!

Xiang'er pointed at Jiang Mo with excited hands: "Is there anyone younger than him?"

No one speaks below!

Jiang Mo looked at Xiang'er suspiciously: "What is this for?"

Xiang'er grabbed Jiang Mo, pulled him to the position of head, and said everything briefly.

When Jiang Mo heard this, he didn't know where to fiddle with a folding fan.

Open it suddenly, and sit there: "Xiang'er, this, isn't it good?"