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

After finishing his meal with his mother, Wen didn’t dare to delay for a moment to drink the wine and went straight to find the village chief.

"Good wine. Have you finished your meal? If not, have some at my house."

When Wen Meijiu went there, the village chief and his wife had not finished their meal yet. In addition to the rice, there was a small dish of pickled meat on the small table.

It was Dong Lanzhi who told her this method of pickling meat, which makes it easier to store.

After Jiang had pickled the meat, she gave some to her four daughters-in-law and kept some for herself.

Because I usually don’t want to eat it, there is still a lot left.

After escaping from the famine, they have food and meat to eat, which is the best life. Speaking of this, Jiang also wants to thank Wenmei Restaurant for the wolf meat they sent.

"No need, grandma, I need to discuss something with grandpa."

Wen Meijiu was not being polite, she really came here specifically to see the village chief.

When the village chief heard this, he raised his finger at his wife and walked away. Wen Meijiu smiled at Jiang and followed him.

"What's wrong with the wine? Is there something wrong at home?"

Wen Meijiu took in a little beggar and provided meals for his family of more than a dozen people. The village chief saw this and appreciated her actions very much, thinking that she was a good child who knew how to repay kindness.

However, he also heard some slanderous words about Wen Meijiu.

Wen Meijiu shook his head slightly, looked at the strong men who were eating and drinking down the slope, and said straight to the point:

"Grandpa, you saw those people. They are not easy to deal with. I don't think the people in our village can be their opponents."

The village chief nodded. He knew very well that if the warm wine had not intimidated the black-faced man, they might not be as quiet as they were now, and might even steal their food.

"This time it was just luck. What if we meet someone stronger and more powerful than that group of people next time? We are old and young, what will we do?"

Wen Meijiu continued, and the village chief began to scratch his head. It was not that he had not thought about this problem, but he just did not have the ability to solve it.

He is almost sixty years old, and there are only a few young and strong men following him. He is not very strong at all. It is easy for him to deal with ordinary disaster victims, but if he encounters robbers or the group of people like the one below, he really has no way to deal with them.

Feeling that the time was ripe, Wen Meijiu suddenly said:

"Grandpa, we don't have money, and we can't afford escorts. Why don't we recruit some young and strong people from the disaster victims, organize them and train them, maybe we can succeed.

These people are almost starving to death, just give them something to eat, they shouldn’t mind too much.”

The village chief's eyes wrinkled slightly and he felt a little embarrassed.

“Where does this food come from?

They are all strong and healthy, so they must be well fed. How can we have so much surplus food for them?"

Wen Meijiu had also thought about this, and comforted the village chief:

"Grandpa, you're overthinking it. These disaster victims are almost starving to death. They have no right to be picky. Just give them something to eat. As long as they don't starve, it's better than them fighting alone."

This reason seemed to make sense. The village chief couldn't help but look at the victims at the bottom of the slope. They looked exhausted, and due to the hot weather, many of them collapsed on the roadside.

After hesitating for a while, the village chief said:

"We are afraid that if we organize them, they will become disloyal and rob us. What shall we do?"

Wen Meijiu pretended to be thinking, crossed his arms, and paced back and forth in front of the village chief. After a few circles, he suddenly changed his mind and said:

"Grandpa, let's find someone we know. That will definitely be no problem."

Acquaintances? Apart from the villagers who came out together, where else could I find acquaintances?

The village chief scratched his head in confusion, waiting for Wen Meijiu to continue explaining.

"Grandpa, do you know the little beggar who saved Lanling?"

The village chief nodded vigorously, as if he had thought of something, and took over the words of Wen Meijiu and said:

"That's a solution. I heard that he has a lot of uncles, all young men."

Wen Meijiu applauded, expressing his appreciation for the village chief's responsiveness, and added:

“Not only that, their family education is also very good, otherwise they can’t raise a good child like the little beggar.

If I'm not mistaken, with so many people in their family, they must have been a large family before they fled the famine."

The village chief agreed with Wen Meijiu's guess and nodded:

“Just as I thought.

If they don’t have high requirements for food and are reliable, I’m willing to pay a little more.”

Wen Meijiu gave the village chief a thumbs up and praised him for his wise thinking.

“Grandpa, you are my role model, and my family is willing to pay more.”

"You have a big family, so just pay less."

The village chief thought of Wen Meijiu's family, some of whom were young, some were sick, and who had taken in Lao Li and his nephew. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I have it. If I don't have it, I will definitely not come out."

Wen Meijiu patted her chest and assured the village chief. Seeing how confident she was, the village chief thought she was not lying.

Originally her family had to rely on the village chief for support, but now they can even send meat to his family. It seems that Wen Meijiu is doing quite well in this wealthy family.

"Then let's do this. I'll pay 20%, you'll pay 20%, and we'll split the rest. How do you say that?"

The village chief made the decision readily. It had only been two days since he set out, but the problems he encountered on the road really made him nervous. He felt that the matter was imminent.

"Okay, let's do as you say, Grandpa.

However, if I tell this to the villagers, they will definitely not agree so readily, and someone has to take the blame.

You are old now, and you can’t stand their gossip, so let me take the blame. If they make a fuss, you can say that I was the one who brought this up.”

The village chief had not thought of this yet. After hearing what Wen Meijiu said, he felt that this was bound to be the case and couldn't help being moved.

"Wine, what are you talking about?

Grandpa is in his forties after all, how can he shift the responsibility to a kid?

I have the final say on this matter, and no one should try to put the blame on you, especially your grandmother and your ignorant aunt."

"Grandpa, please listen to me this time. I am young, so the worst that can happen is that they will scold me. But you are different. You are the backbone of the whole village. If they don't listen to you, then the morale of our team will be dispersed.

When everyone goes out to fight on their own, being bullied is the least of the problems; losing one's life is a high probability event.

Look, isn't it obvious how dangerous the road is?"

She pointed at the big men who were making a lot of noise at the bottom of the hill, then turned and pointed at the victims lying in all directions on the road.

Wen Meijiu's words made sense. The village chief just couldn't bear it, but he understood it. In the end, he could only nod and add:

"Even so, with Grandpa here, no one can throw dirty water on you without my consent."

Wen Meijiu smiled at the village chief and said:

"Grandpa, you are so kind. You love me much more than my grandma does."

The village chief knew that the grandma she was referring to was not his wife, and he couldn't help feeling sad for Wen Meijiu and smiled bitterly.

The village chief and Wen Meijiu agreed on this matter. In order to avoid suspicion, he asked Wen Meijiu to go back to his own home first, while he asked Jiang to go door to door to notify the old brothers to come and discuss the matter.