A peasant girl traveled through time and space, and she became prosperous

"Yes, Uncle Jiaxi, I'm leaving first."

When Wen Meijiu said this, he had already walked to the door of the nearest farmer's house next to the dilapidated temple.

The owner of this farm is called Wen Ziwang, a lazy man who loves to eat and do nothing. His wife has a loud voice, and they could hear every conversation between Wen Meijiu and Wen Jiaxi clearly.

"You also drove out two carriages. What does that mean?"

Lying on the kang, Wen Xiwang's stomach growling with hunger, a piece of hay in his mouth, he carefully pondered the words that came from outside.

"People are almost starving to death, and you still have the time to figure out what others are saying. You have nothing better to do."

Wen Ziwang's wife lay weakly beside him, very dissatisfied with his thoughts at the moment, and then complained:

"Men know how to protect their women. The more difficult the time, the more they risk their lives to get some food back home so that the women at home can have a chance to survive. But you, I lie down and you lie down too. You are so lazy!"

"What do you mean?

There's chaos and turmoil outside right now, do you want me to go rob?"

Wen Ziwang went out to borrow food in the morning, but he didn't get any. He was scared by the disaster victims entering the city to rob, and people even died.

"What's wrong with going to rob?

If we robbed, at least we would have a chance to survive. Look at us now, how hungry we both are.

Besides, even though you haven't robbed anything, you've done a lot of sneaky things, haven't you?"

After the lazy woman finished scolding, she turned over angrily and gave Wen Ziwang her back.

Although both of them are of the same quality, Wen Ziwang has one good point: he loves his wife more.

"Can you please not say such harsh words?"

Seeing that his wife was angry, Wen Ziwang lowered his voice, scratched his head, raised his hand and pulled his wife, saying:

"Hey, listen to the people talking outside, it seems to be the eldest girl from Wen Houyu's family and Jiaxi talking."

He lowered his voice, and his wife was no longer as angry as before, and began to listen to him carefully.

"Tell me, how expensive is this carriage? How come these two families have carriages?"

Wen Ziwang rubbed his chin, and only his big eyes rolled around on his thin face.

He could barely believe that Wen Jiaxi could afford a carriage, but Wen Houyu was lying in bed and his family was extremely poor. Where would he get the money to buy a carriage?

"It sounds to me like these carriages were picked up, and they even drove two of them out."

The more Wen Ziwang thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He jumped up from the kang and got down quickly, ignoring even his wife who was calling him from behind.

Hiding behind the low wall of his own courtyard, Wen Ziwang tried hard to look outside.

Oh wow! Today I really had a vision. Wen Meijiu really drove two carriages, one in front and one behind, and drove them home.

He turned around to look at the person walking towards the dilapidated temple in the south. It was the Wen Jiaxi he mentioned. He walked with his head held high and steps light, and even his back looked very happy.

No, I have to go and take a look. This aroused Wen Xiwang's curiosity.

If there really was a carriage hidden in the dilapidated temple, then he would steal one and sell it to make money. With the money, would he still worry about not having food to fill his stomach?

Quietly, Wen Xiwang walked out of his own courtyard and followed Wen Jiaxi into the ruined temple from a distance.

The ruined temple is divided into the front yard, the temple hall and the back yard.

The wall of the front yard was already dilapidated and provided little shelter. Wen Ziwang did not dare to get too close, for fear of disturbing Wen Jiaxi who was walking in front.

Only after Wen Jiaxi had walked around the temple house did he dare to follow him into the front yard.

There are two paths in the courtyard behind the temple, one is to enter from the left side of the temple, and the other is to enter from the right side of the temple.

Wen Jiaxi walked on the left, and Wen Ziwang quietly passed by on the right. This way it was more concealed and he could also see the scene in the backyard.

Wen Ziwang hid at the end of the road and secretly looked into the backyard. Sure enough, he saw a carriage tied to the edge of the woods in the backyard. He was so envious that he almost drooled.

He was just about to curse why he was not informed of this matter in advance. If he had known about it in advance, no matter who it belonged to, he would have bought it and exchanged it for food.

Just when he was filled with hatred, he saw Wen Jiaxi make a strange move. He did not rush forward to lead the carriage, but walked to a stone statue standing in the center of the yard and bowed to the statue with his hands clasped together.

After worshipping, Wen Jiaxi put away the pious expression on his face, happily led the tied carriage and walked through the left aisle.

"What is he doing? Why is he so weird?"

When Wen Ziwang was a child, he studied in a private school for two years, but was sent back home by his teacher because he did not study hard.

Although he didn't like reading, he remembered what Confucius said: "Man can conquer nature."

Because of this sentence, when he did bad things, he never believed in retribution or punishment from heaven, and he didn't believe in ghosts or gods.

There was no one in the backyard. Wen Ziwang bravely approached the stone statue and walked around it twice, but still couldn't figure out what was going on.

"What the hell, he also worships."

He was looking at the stone statue while talking to himself when he found a line of words engraved from top to bottom on the back of the statue: "In case of severe drought, walk eastwards for good luck."

The word "severe drought" shocked Wen Ziwang so much that his jaw almost dropped. How could this be so similar to their current situation?

Wen Ziwang looked left and right. The stone statue was two meters tall and weighed at least a thousand pounds. Even a few strong men would find it difficult to lift it without the help of handy tools.

Shouldn't it be in the temple in front?

How did he come to this backyard and stand in the middle of it? It's too weird, isn't it?

At this time, a gust of wind blew by, and Wen Ziwang felt cold from his heels to the top of his head.

He no longer cared about the carriage or not, and just ran home with his head in his hands.

With a "clang", Wen Ziwang violently pushed open the door from the outside, dived into the quilt on the kang, shivering.

When his wife saw the man coming back, she was about to scold him, but she found that he was burying himself in the quilt as if he was possessed by a ghost, and the words that were about to come out of her mouth were choked back.

"what happened?"

The harder Wen Ziwang's wife pulled, the harder Wen Ziwang pushed inside.

"What the hell, there's something weird in the backyard of that temple!"

Wen Ziwang spoke in a trembling and incoherent manner, which made his wife even more curious. She reached out and lifted the quilt over his head, and pulled him out.

"What's so strange? Please explain it clearly. What did you see?"

Wen Ziwang's face turned pale. He rolled his eyes and saw that it was his wife in front of him. He gradually breathed a sigh of relief and lay diagonally in his wife's arms, hugging her tightly, muttering:

"I saw Wen Jiaxi leading a carriage away from behind the temple. Before he left, he bowed to a stone statue.

I wondered if he was stupid. Why was he worshiping the stone statue? Could the stone statue have helped him to conjure up a carriage?

Who would have thought that when I got closer, I would find a line of words engraved on the back of the stone statue...”