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

"My son is driving the carriage in the front to explore the way. You are afraid of her, but I am not."

Wang Baoquan deliberately stood up and said such words to make himself seem more heroic than others.

Along the way, their team did not encounter any trouble, and Wang Baoquan felt that apart from the extremely hungry victims, there should be nothing else.

He pushed his son out because his son was young and the village chief could not say anything. Besides, he was leading the way in front, and most people would follow them for the sake of their own interests.

The Wen Meijiu family, who cannot keep up, will naturally fall further and further behind.

"Yes, village chief, we can't let one family delay everyone's journey. It's not like we won't wait for them, we're just keeping a little distance, not too far.

If there is anything wrong, just give Meijiu a shout and we can go over to help."

It is human instinct to seek profit and avoid harm. Wen Meijiu did not expect these people to consider them. She just hoped that she would not fall too far behind them.

"Grandpa, no, just do as they say."

Wen Meijiu didn't want to embarrass the village chief, so he talked to him from a distance.

"That's fine. If you have any problem, just call us."

The village chief finally made up his mind, but he still felt a little reluctant.

"Mom, do we want to go with the wine?"

Ma Hui couldn't help asking the old lady, but she just shook her head like a rattle and said:

"When her family eats meat, they don't even mention giving me a little bit of money; when they get forty taels of silver, they don't even mention sharing it with you. Why are you rushing to do that?"

"That's right. It's definitely right to listen to mom. She's not short of money."

Sanlang followed the old lady's words, his heart full of jealousy and envy. He earned forty taels of silver in a short time. He really underestimated his niece in the past.

The old lady is still the boss of the family, and Ma Hui knows that she won't listen to her even if she continues talking.

If the old lady really listened to her, she would not have stopped her from passing when Wen Meijiu was bullied just now.

"Okay, I'll go pack my things then."

Ma Hui turned aside, wrapped a few white steamed buns while the old lady was not paying attention, and waved to Yuancai quietly.

"Yuanbao, go give it to your sister Meijiu and tell her to eat it on the way."

Yuanbao obeyed and ran away happily with the gift.

"You are so nosy. He has received so much money, why would he care about these two white buns of yours?"

When Sanlang saw this, he looked unhappy and blamed Ma Hui in a low voice.

"What do you know? Who knows? Our son may have to rely on fine wine in the future. You are so capable, why don't you get me some silver?"

Ma Hui spoke too quickly, making Sanlang almost roll his eyes in anger. His wife was disgusted with him for being incompetent, so he angrily replied:

"I haven't let you suffer in the past two years. If you don't listen to me, you'll get into trouble. Meijiu is not a good person at all."

Ma Hui ignored him and went to pack her things. She had her own plans.

After Dazhu finished his meal, he saw everyone was about to set off and was about to go find some warm wine, but was stopped by his mother.

"Her family is about to be left behind, do you still want to go?"

"I've eaten their food, so how can I not go?"

Dazhu disagreed with Ren Meiluo's way of changing his attitude and insisted on going. Ren Meiluo couldn't stop him and cursed behind his back:

"I think you are possessed by a devil. Are you greedy for the white flour cakes and meat slices?"

Dazhu was just insisting at first, but when he heard Melo say this, he suddenly became a little annoyed.

It was good for him to drive the carriage for his second uncle's family, but it also saved him time, and they even gave him enough food for two people at mealtime.

Dazhu was reluctant to eat it all, and sent a portion back to Ren Meiluo. Unexpectedly, his mother changed her attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

Turning around and glaring at Ren Meiluo, Dazhu left angrily without saying a word. It was useless no matter how harshly Ren Meiluo scolded him.

"How can you say this? Aren't you afraid of hurting your son's feelings?"

Wen Houzhong glared at Ren Meiluo from behind. He only dared to say a few words and did not dare to speak too loudly. He really could not stand this wife.

"It's better for him to be sad than dead. There is no man in her family. They all rely on my son..."

Turning around, Ren Meiluo started to rant at her husband. Wen Houzhong didn't want to argue with her, so he lowered his head and squatted on the ground pretending to be dead.

Ren Meiluo gritted his teeth and said fiercely to Dazhu's back:

"Go ahead if you want to fill the hole. I'll go get my mother and take a ride."

Ren Meiluo picked up his things and walked away, and Wen Houzhong hurriedly followed behind him. It would be very tiring to walk with such things on your back.

Lao Li could also drive a carriage, and together with Dazhu, the two of them drove two carriages. Wen Meijiu sat on the shaft next to them and chatted with Lao Li.

Lao Li is very experienced. He introduced a lot of customs and culture of Donghai County to Wen Meijiu. Although the journey was a bit slow, they didn't feel bored at all.

Seeing that they were getting further and further away from the large group in front, Wen Meijiu did not call the village chief and the others. He just wanted to catch up with them before dark so as not to cause trouble for the village chief.

Wang Baoquan looked back from time to time, and when his old eyes were blurry and he couldn't see clearly, he asked his son next to him to see if the warm wine had fallen far away.

When he heard that Wen Meijiu was no longer visible, he was so happy that he knocked his pipe on the shaft of the cart and started singing a little tune.

His wife couldn't stand it anymore and asked:

"Why are you picking on a little girl?"

"She has cheated our family out of ten taels of silver, and you still want to speak for her. Are we a family?"

Wang Baoquan felt unhappy and turned around and scolded his wife.

"Dad, isn't it forty taels?"

The son had a face full of question marks, even though he had clearly written an IOU to the other party.

Wang Baoquan looked confident, crossed his legs on the cart, took a puff of his pipe, and said with a smile:

"The thirty taels depend on whether she lives to take them."

"You old man, you are so mean. She is a girl with such a family, why do you always pick on her?

If you didn't provoke her, how could you lose so much money? "

"What do you know, old woman? You have no right to speak here."

Wang Baoquan became angry. His wife looked at her son, and for his face, she stopped talking and turned away.

Seeing that his wife was silent, Wang Baoquan turned around and showed off to his son:

"I see, we can't let women be in charge of the household. It's bound to be chaotic. The man's words at home have to count."

"Dad, you are so awesome!"

Wang Baoquan didn't know whether his son was being sarcastic or flattering, and he took it as flattery.

"I'm your father, I can't do this. You should learn from me in the future."

They were in the front, walking very fast. When it was getting dark, they had already walked out of the mountain path and could see a little light in a town not far ahead.

Seeing that Wen Meijiu had not caught up yet, the village chief suggested that the people in the front wait a while, but many people opposed this, and Wang Baoquan naturally objected because he felt very offended.

"We're already here, why don't we just leave someone here to wait? Let's go find an inn first."

"Yes, the old people and children are tired, and I can't afford to toss them around for their whole family."

"If they had any problems, Dazhu would have come to report it long ago."

No one was willing to wait, and the village chief was outnumbered, so he had to compromise. He left his eldest son Wen Jiagong waiting here, and the others continued to move forward.

Suddenly, a lot of dark figures rushed out from the woods on the roadside ahead, each carrying a stick, blocking the road ahead. One of them shouted at them:

"If you want to live, leave money."