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

As soon as Wen Meijiu returned home, her mother whispered to her:

"Just now, your aunt was looking around here, and when she saw me, she asked me where I had been. I ignored her and left now."

Wen Meijiu smiled and said indifferently:

"I expected that. When she failed to instigate others, she asked grandma to put pressure on us. I didn't expect that she was dismissed by two bowls of meat slices.

What kind of person is my grandma? She is like a Pi Xiu who only takes in but never gives out. Once something comes into her hands, my aunt will never get a penny.

Just wait and see, maybe she and my grandma have also broken up now."

"That's hard to say. Just now, Yuanbao came over to give me a bowl, and I asked him about it. It seems your grandma didn't give it to your aunt."

My mother couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, this was really a way to vent her anger.

However, after laughing for a while, my mother's smile faded and a trace of worry arose in her heart again.

"Fine wine, will your aunt become desperate and jump over the wall?

You know her, she can do anything for herself. Should we let Dazhu come back? After all, Dazhu is not the same as his mother."

It is easy to dodge an open attack, but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark. My mother's worries are justified.

Wen Meijiu, however, looked fearless and said:

"Mom, don't worry, nothing will happen.

Dazhu will come back, but not now. When the time is right, I will naturally invite him back."

Is the time ripe? The mother didn't quite understand and wanted to ask more, but Wen Meijiu just walked away.

My daughter has grown up and has her own ideas about everything, so her mother no longer asks her and just goes about her own business.

Standing on the slope, Wen Meijiu looked towards the village chief's house intentionally or unintentionally. After looking for a while, he heard a quarrel over there. Although he couldn't hear it clearly from far away, he guessed that it must be an unpleasant quarrel.

Wen Meijiu, who had already made plans, turned and went to the other side of the slope. On the wasteland below, a group of shirtless strong men, who had eaten their fill and drunk some wine, were lying on the ground to rest.

She stood on the slope for a long time, and the dark-faced man in the lead suddenly seemed to have received telepathy. He sat up from the ground abruptly, rubbed his sleepy eyes, supported the ground with his hands, turned around and looked towards the direction of the slope.

Seeing a girl standing on the slope, her outline was so familiar that he couldn't help but grin, revealing his white teeth.

Wen Meijiu stood on the edge of the slope with his arms folded, staring at his face, pulling up one corner of his mouth and giving him a contemptuous smile.

The guy became interested, got up from the ground and walked towards her. When he was about to get close, Wen Meijiu reached out from her waist and took out a dagger, pointing it in his direction.

The black-faced man seemed to realize that he was approaching, causing Wen Meijiu to be nervous, and he quickly raised his hands.

"Sister, my brother has no ill intentions."

"Bad guys always say they are good guys."

Wen Meijiu raised the dagger in his hand and signaled him to step back.

The dark-faced man didn't move, just stood there with a grin on his face.

Wen Meijiu immediately pointed the dagger at him and made a gesture of wiping his neck, signaling him to step back again.

The dark-faced man grinned, raised his hands in the air, looked into her eyes, and took a tentative step forward.

Wen Meijiu certainly knew that he did it on purpose, and she also provoked him on purpose.

If she really wanted to live in peace, she just had to ignore him.

"Miss Wen, my master is looking for you."

Suddenly, someone slapped Wen Meijiu on the shoulder. Wen Meijiu was frightened and swept across with the dagger in his hand.

It was Lao Li. He was discussing the next steps with the young master, but the young master's eyes left his face and drifted away.

Following the young master's gaze, Lao Li saw Wen Meijiu going to the edge of the slope.

In order to get the young master's attention back, Lao Li said:

"Miss Wen always has strange ideas, she is not an ordinary person."

Prince Wang nodded in agreement and said quietly:

"Indeed, she is trying to play with fire."

Although the sturdy men at the bottom of the slope were all shirtless and their speech and hairstyle were almost the same as those of the victims, some clues could still be seen from their subtle movements and the hidden sickle shapes.

They are not from the Central Plains, and as for their purpose of coming here, he currently cannot guess.

When Lao Li looked over again, Wen Meijiu had already started talking to the other party.

"Old Li, go over and take a look."

Young Master Wang suddenly gave him this order, and Old Li was a little slow to react.

Although Wen Meijiu's ideas are different from others, he is not a person who lacks tact. Old Li feels that his son has overreacted.

While thinking this in his heart, Lao Li said:

"Sir, your health is important."

"You don't obey my orders?"

Young Master Wang suddenly turned around and stared at Lao Li with a deep and firm gaze. Although his tone was slow, it did not allow for any discussion.

Old Li quickly stood up and said:

"I'll go right away."

Along the way, Old Li had a question in his mind: when did his young master turn against him so quickly?

When Wen Meijiu turned around and looked at him, Lao Li suddenly had an epiphany.

Her hair was blown by the wind and she was wearing ragged clothes, but her natural beauty could not be concealed. Her face was soft and beautiful, and her features were smooth. When she looked back, she looked like a fairy in a painting. Even without makeup, she was not inferior to Xishi.

But the soft arm holding the dagger fell on his neck, slightly cool, but with a strong force.

"Old Li."

He immediately put away the dagger and complained:

"You're here, but there's no sound. If you died in vain, it would be unjust."

Old Li leaned forward and looked at the dark-faced man at the bottom of the slope. His eyes were slightly narrowed, his gaze was sharp and his expression was unfriendly.

The dark-faced man also saw him and instantly felt bored. He shouted at the warm wine:

"Girl, I'm too busy today. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Then he turned and walked away.

Lao Li put away his previous expression and repeated what he had just said:

"Miss Wen, my master is looking for you."

Wen Meijiu was looking at the black-faced man walking away and nodded slightly at Lao Li. Her goal had been achieved.

"Well, I'll come right away."

After saying that, Wen Meijiu turned around and followed Lao Li to meet Prince Wang.

The two men had just arrived in front of Young Master Wang and hadn't spoken yet when Ren Melo caught up with them.

"Good wine, you're really hard for me to find."

Wen Meijiu cursed inwardly, why is she everywhere?

Afraid that Master Wang's identity would be discovered, Wen Meijiu pulled Lao Li's arm and turned around, standing in a row with him, blocking Master Wang behind him and facing Ren Meiluo who was running towards him.

With his arms folded across his chest, Wen Meijiu frowned and stared at her face with an impatient look.

Ren Meiluo was forced into a desperate situation. Finally, he thought about talking to Wen Meijiu, but he didn't expect that she would have such an attitude as soon as he came. He was immediately furious, especially since there was an outsider, Lao Li, standing next to him.

She was deliberately trying to embarrass her and make her feel embarrassed!