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

After saying that, Wen Meijiu retracted the dagger in his hand, kicked the black-faced man in the back, turned around and ran away.

Unexpectedly, the black-faced man didn't know whether to live or die, and actually reached out and grabbed Wen Meijiu's sleeve and pulled it hard.

Wen Meijiu's family was poor, and the clothes he was wearing had been worn for several years. The shortness of the clothes was the least of his problems. The cloth had lost its strength after being starched and could not withstand his strong grab.

With a "swish", half of her forearm was revealed, so white that it was dazzling in the sunlight.

Her black pupils shrank slightly, and she moved her hand, clenched the dagger, and attacked the black-faced man.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

When the dark-faced man saw that Wen Meijiu was angry, he quickly apologized.

Wen Meijiu turned around and stabbed him in the face with a dagger. He dodged left and right, but failed to avoid the last stab, and was cut horizontally in the chest by Wen Meijiu's dagger.

His heart sank and he looked down. Fortunately, there was only a long red scratch on his chest and no bleeding.

Wen Meijiu had no intention of making enemies with the other party, he just wanted to teach him a lesson and make him stay away from him, so as to achieve the effect of defeating the enemy without fighting.

So, she didn't kill him and taught him a lesson.

"If you dare to be rude again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

After warning the other party, Wen Meijiu faced the black-faced man, blocked his chest with a dagger, and slowly backed away, keeping a safe distance from the other party.

She retreated, he advanced, and asked with a look of grievance:

"Why do you call me Heizi? What an ugly name."

Wen Meijiu was anxious to get away. She didn't expect that he would be entangled in such a stupid question. It was really funny.

“Don’t you look in the mirror?

Blacker than carbon, if I don't call you Blackie, what else should I call you? "

The dark-faced man quickly touched his face and looked at his upper body.

His face was dark, and he had a full beard. He was shirtless, and his upper body was whiter than his face.

Unable to see his own face, he thought his body was at most wheat yellow, so he pointed at his body and said unconvincedly:

"I can't call this charcoal black, right? It's wheat yellow at best, right?"

"Black is black, there is no point in quibbling, just behave yourself if you know what's best for you."

Seeing the other party's hand about to reach out, Wen Meijiu stretched out the dagger forward, and he immediately retracted his hand with a look of surprise.

"I mean no harm, could you please not react so strongly?"

"Don't move, I won't react so strongly."

Wen Meijiu didn't have time to waste here with him. She looked back and saw that the village chief had already led everyone to settle on the slope in front.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you.

Girl, what's your name?"

Seeing him backing away, Wen Meijiu ran away, too lazy to have a conversation with such a neurotic guy.

After running several hundred meters in one breath, the black-faced man was still shouting: "Girl, good girl, what's your name?"

Wen Meijiu climbed up the slope, pointed the dagger at him, and shouted angrily:

"Shut up! If you keep yelling, I'll tear your mouth apart."

She felt offended. If they didn't have so many people and the lives of so many villagers to consider, she would have stabbed him in the back with a knife.

"Okay, I won't tell you, don't be angry!

Being angry is bad for your health, and it's really heartbreaking when you get too angry."

The black-faced man is so shameless that he is thicker than a city wall. Wen Meijiu hates this kind of hooligan who doesn't respect women the most. He pretends to be so kind to women and looks so cheap.

She bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it hard at the dark-faced man, hitting him right on the forehead.

He kept screaming "hiss hiss hiss" and when he reached out to touch his forehead, he found a big bump.

Wen Meijiu was satisfied then. He gave him a contemptuous smile, relieved his hatred, and turned to go up the slope.

Although the slope is uneven and not as flat as the wasteland below, this position is easy to defend and difficult to attack. If the people below come up, they will have an advantageous position.

It seemed that the black-faced man was leading a group of people. Although they were tough, they were not coming for them after all. Wen Meijiu thought that since he had given the place to them and had frightened them before, he could let the villagers guard the surroundings of the slope, and they should be safe.

As she was thinking, Wen Meijiu reached out to grab a stone and tried to climb up the slope, but she saw a man who looked like a disaster victim on the side of the road whispering to her:

"Miss Wen."

She was startled and turned to look at the man who looked like a disaster victim, only to see that he was holding an enamel bowl in his hand and leaning on a rough wooden stick. He was disheveled and his face was not clear. He was slowly moving towards her.

"You are......"

The voice sounded similar, but Wen Meijiu didn't dare to go up to recognize her because of her attire.

"Well, it's me."

The man suddenly lifted up the messy hair in front of his eyes, revealing a pair of bright black eyes underneath, with a crescent smile.

It was to stop the dispute. Wen Meijiu felt ecstatic. She could finally get rid of that burden of Prince Wang.

"Why did you come back?"

As she spoke, Wen Meijiu reached out to pull Zhizheng to prevent him from slipping away again and letting Prince Wang fall into her hands.

As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped smiling, lowered her head, and said in a controlled voice:

"Girl, can you please give me something to eat?"

Wen Meijiu immediately understood that someone must be watching her on the hill. Zhi Zheng was afraid of exposing his identity. She also vaguely felt that there was a pair of eyes behind her.

"Go away. I don't have anything to eat. How can I give you anything to eat?"

Wen Meijiu reached out and pushed back the enamel bowl that Zhizheng had extended to him. Zhizheng cursed indignantly:

“Being rich is not kind.”

Then he turned and left.

Wen Meijiu turned around and looked up the slope, and saw Wang Baoquan standing there, looking at her with a forced smile.

"Wine, you are such a fool. You have so many things at home, why don't you just give them to others instead of letting them scold you?"

Wen Meijiu climbed up the slope while speaking slowly:

"Yes, Grandpa Wang is right. You have so many things at home, it shouldn't be a problem to give some to others.

I have received your order. I will go talk to your grandmother and ask her to give up some space. It shouldn’t be a big problem.”

Wang Baoquan thought Wen Meijiu was just talking, so he continued to stand there and laugh at her:

"Look how stingy you are. You're still thinking of bringing such a small thing to my house. Isn't this bad for your reputation?"

Wen Meijiu climbed to the top of the slope and said indifferently:

"That thing is useless and can't be eaten as food. It's more practical to have rations."

As she spoke, she glanced at the locations of the houses on the top of the hill. She immediately saw Chen, who was cooking on the stove not far away, and ran over to that side.

When Wang Baoquan saw that she was serious, he quickly blocked her way and said:

"what are you doing?"

Wen Meijiu stood in front of him with his arms folded, a smug smile on his face, and asked back:

"What do you say?"

Wang Baoquan knew that as long as Wen Meijiu could ask, his wife Chen would give him some face and have a good impression of Wen Meijiu. This was the thing Wang Baoquan hated most about his wife.

"My family has no extra food. The village chief wants you so much, go find him instead of making trouble here."

After saying that, he walked away without looking back. He looked extremely cowardly, and was just trying to be tough.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Wen Meijiu quickly took out the paper ball from under her intact sleeve, which Zhizheng had just placed in an enamel bowl, and passed it to her.