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

She turned around, pulled out the dagger from her waist, hid it in her sleeve, aimed at the long whip, and swept it out in an arc, and the whip was broken into two.

"Oh! You little bastard, you dare to break my whip."

This was his treasure, and he got angry and swung the remaining half of the whip, ready to hit Wen Meijiu on the forehead.

Wen Meijiu's face tilted, and he stretched out his arm, turned around and stood to his side, and the next second he put the dagger on the neck of the black-faced man.

The dagger cut through iron like mud, flashing a cold light, and under the scorching sun, it made his skin experience the extremes of ice and fire.

The dark-faced man stood where he was, still swinging the whip.

"Grandpa, please follow us first, I will be there soon."

Wen Meijiu glanced towards the road not far away and saw a group of shirtless men who had already taken out the sickles hidden behind their backs, looking murderous.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't afraid, but Wen Meijiu was not without any chance of winning. With the modern weapons in her hands, she could easily kill a few more of them, not to mention them.

However, she didn't want to reveal her identity until it was absolutely necessary.

Based on her understanding of the people in the village, if she really did that, they would be scared to death and might even call her a witch. She was not that stupid. It was not worth it to force herself into a corner.

Following Wen Meijiu's gaze, the village chief also belatedly discovered those people, and his feet unconsciously weakened.

However, the village chief still has some knowledge. He knows that he can lose the battle but not the battle.

He forced himself to stay alert and said to the warm wine:

"Good girl, grandpa will go with you."

After dealing with the villagers for so long, Wen Meijiu has realized that the village chief is the only one who is sincere to their family, and Wen Meijiu is very grateful.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I can handle it, and those days I spent out there weren't in vain.

You are the backbone of everyone, they all listen to you, go ahead."

The village chief choked up. It was really heartbreaking that Wen Meijiu was so young but had such awareness.

Look at those people gossiping behind his back. Who of them is worthy of this child’s courageous efforts?

"No, Grandpa must go with you, otherwise I won't be able to explain to your parents."

The village chief couldn't bear to leave a girl like Wen Meijiu to wolves and tigers, so he had to stand by her side.

"You old man, I told you to go, so you should go. Why are you still nagging?"

Wen Meijiu's dagger was placed on the neck of the black-faced man. Due to the height difference, Wen Meijiu grabbed the hair and forced the man to lean back. Every minute in this position was uncomfortable.

He really couldn't stand it anymore, and he knew that he was no match for Wen Meijiu, as could be seen from her reaction and speed in dealing with his two moves just now, so he shouted at the village chief in anger.

Wen Meijiu didn't tolerate him either. He was already a prisoner but he still dared to be stubborn. Did he really not take her, a killer, seriously?

With a "pa" sound, Wen Meijiu slapped the other person on the mouth. He widened his eyes and looked at Wen Meijiu with a squint.

"You still dare to look? If you keep looking, I will dig out your eyeballs and cook them for food."

He is very powerful. Wen Meijiu's eyes are wider than his. He is trying to scare him on purpose. This guy is so arrogant that he must be suppressed.

The dark-faced man didn't know if he was defeated by the warm wine. He blinked twice, smacked his lips, and slowed down his voice:

"You're awesome, didn't you?"

"That's human language. Behave yourself."

The dagger pressed down hard on his neck, and the black-faced man laughed at her shamelessly twice, which meant he had given in.

"Grandpa, I learned some Kung Fu during my time out there. Don't worry about me. The villagers still need your guidance. Take them to the slope in front to rest. I'll be there soon.

With him as a hostage, they wouldn't dare to do anything to me."

Unable to persuade Wen Meijiu to drink, the village chief felt that it was not a good idea to waste time like this, so he nodded and said helplessly:

"Then come quickly."

"Grandpa, I got it."

Wen Meijiu answered readily, and the village chief was not as worried as before. He also realized that Wen Meijiu was indeed quite skilled, otherwise how could he have captured the black-faced man so easily.

The village chief turned around and ran back. Wen Meijiu twisted the black-faced man's body and faced the group of people to prevent anyone from attacking her from behind.

"Girl, how old are you this year?"

At this time, the black-faced man didn't even mind the uncomfortable posture and started chatting with Wen Meijiu.

Wen Meijiu didn't want to pay attention to him and said sternly:

"Stop talking nonsense and keep your people away from us."

Not to mention, this dark-faced man was really obedient. He immediately waved at the group of shirtless strong men in the distance and said in a relaxed tone:

"Everyone step back, I want to chat with this girl."

When the group of shirtless men heard what he said, they all burst into laughter and did not take the warm wine seriously at all.

Wen Meijiu's dagger was on the other person's neck, but he still dared to talk nonsense. She would not tolerate him and slapped him on the cheek with a crisp sound.

"Still chatting?"

Wen Meijiu imitated his appearance and tone and asked him while gritting his back teeth.

"Let's stop talking. Don't hit me. It hurts."

This slap was really effective. The dark-faced man finally became a little obedient. He rubbed his cheek with his big hand and looked very obedient.

"I know it hurts, so I'm a little careful with my mouth."

"Hey, I know, I know."

He still had that playful look on his face, but without the arrogance he had just shown. Wen Meijiu was too lazy to pay attention to him.

While staring at the group of people, he turned back to see what everyone was doing.

The village chief has already led the villagers out of this wasteland, carrying pots, holding children, and pulling mules and horses. It is estimated that they will reach the slope in front in a while.

Wen Meijiu wondered whether she should take the hostage with her or abandon him and run.

This group of people had no grudges against them. They came to cause trouble for them simply to seize their territory and, if they thought they were easy to bully, they would steal something else.

She has already taught them a lesson, hoping that these people will learn their lesson and stop having unnecessary thoughts, and that the two families will keep their distance from each other from now on.

"Heizi, listen to me carefully. Your falling into the hands of a girl like me was purely an accident. I will let you go for now.

If you dare to have any other evil thoughts and fall into the hands of my brothers, uncles, and uncles, they are hundreds of times more powerful than me and will definitely not let you off so easily.

Cutting off a head, pulling out a tongue, gouging out an eye are all easy tasks.

Our grievances end here. We are generous enough to give this place to you. We hope you will not be ungrateful.

Otherwise, you will be courting death.”