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

Old Li didn't know whether it was simple or not, but she was angry with her aunt and spoke without any mercy, which made it easy for outsiders to take advantage of the situation.

"Sir, do you really not need to go and persuade Miss Wen?"

Prince Wang stood there and pondered for a while before saying:

"No, let's just wait and see what she wants to do."

"Hey, listen to the Master."

Young Master Wang's health had just improved a little, and Old Li was afraid that his condition would worsen, so he quickly helped his son sit down and let him rest more.

After waiting for the villagers to finish their meal and rest for a while, the village chief asked everyone to line up and continue on the road.

Dazhu didn't take what Ren Meiluo said seriously. When he said he was leaving, he went straight to Wen Meijiu's house and wanted to catch the car, but was stopped by Wen Meijiu.

Handing Dazhu a pack of pancakes, Wen Meijiu said to Dazhu apologetically:

"Brother Dazhu, you should go back and take care of Auntie, and come back to help tomorrow."

Dazhu didn't understand what was going on, so he didn't take the pancake and said:

"My mother is fine, you don't have to take it to heart."

Knowing that Ren Meiluo was pretending, Dazhu couldn't say it directly in front of Wen Meijiu, and had to save some face for her.

As Dazhu untied the reins of the horse, Wen Meijiu grabbed the reins and said seriously:

"Brother Dazhu, I need your help with something. If you don't help me, no one else can."

When Dazhu heard this seriousness, and saw that Wen Meijiu didn't seem to be joking, he asked hurriedly:

"whats the matter?"

“You’ll know the big things after the fact, but I can’t tell you at the moment, and you shouldn’t tell anyone else.

You go back today. When things are done, I will personally invite you back. Please don't think too much about it.

Brother Dazhu, do you believe me? "

Afraid of hurting Dazhu's feelings, Wen Meijiu gave Dazhu a reminder in advance.

Dazhu knew that Wen Meijiu didn't tell him, so it would be useless even if he asked more.

"Okay, I believe you."

Dazhu pushed the pancake back into Wen Meijiu's arms, turned around and left, feeling a little unnatural.

"Brother Dazhu, there must be a lot of gossips. Just hold on. The success or failure of this time depends on you."

Wen Meijiu was afraid that Dazhu would take it to heart, so she deliberately added another sentence, hoping that he could understand her difficulties.

"Yeah, I can do it."

Dazhu waved his hand, walked away without looking back.

Old Li, who was driving the carriage and walking in front, pulled the reins. Hearing the noise over here, he whispered to Prince Wang:

"She actually drove Dazhu away as well."

Prince Wang half leaned against the car and said nothing.

After a while, he saw Wen Meijiu and his family driving a carriage on the road. He said slowly to Lao Li:

"Go get the kids to the car."

There are only him and Lao Li in the carriage. This is the Wen family's carriage. There are too many people and too little meat now, so it is not appropriate for an outsider like him to take more than he deserves.

Old Li responded and quickly got out of the car to call someone.

Later, Lao Li came back alone.

Prince Wang asked, "Where are the people?"

Old Li shook his head and said helplessly:

"Miss Wen said she wanted to teach Junchu how to drive a carriage. Jinxiang loves to listen to Junchu's stories and doesn't want to come over. Lanling is little and is also there to join in the fun.

No one wanted to come over, and I couldn’t drag Mrs. Wen over, so I came back alone.

I am incompetent, please punish me, sir!"

Old Li was still unhappy because he hadn't gotten his work done, but Prince Wang didn't think about that and kept muttering:

"Is she trying to play the role of a peach replacing a plum?"

"A peach replaces a plum?"

Old Li looked at the carriage behind. There were too many people sitting in it. It was really crowded. He was afraid that Mr. Wen would not be able to lie down.

The real reason is that there are too many of them coming.

Shouldn't this situation be said to be the cuckoo taking over the magpie's nest? How can it be said to be the peach replacing the plum?

However, when his eyes fell on the reins raised by Gu Junchu, Old Li immediately realized that the young master was talking about Dazhu.

"Sir, you are now feeling better. Don't overwork yourself. Let's hurry on.

When Mr. Wen can no longer hold on, it will still be in time to call for help."

Young Master Wang nodded, and Old Li sat back on the shaft of the cart. He shook the reins, and the horse began to move forward slowly, catching up with the team in front.

At the same time, when the car passed by Zhi Zheng and his friends, Lao Li and Zhi Zheng also had a silent exchange.

Zhizheng understood and slowly followed their car with a group of people.

Wen Meijiu was just worried that Gu Junchu would be able to drive the cart, but she didn't expect that at such a young age, he could drive the cart more skillfully than her.

After the team walked about a mile, Wen Meijiu jumped off the carriage, saying that he was tired and wanted to get off and walk around.

She walked slowly at the end of the team, looking back from time to time, as if she was keeping watch for the entire team.

God knows what she was thinking. She was afraid that the group of strong men at the bottom of the slope would not catch up.

Wen Meijiu felt relieved when he saw a dark shadow circling under the slope from afar. He ran back to the car and smiled with all his white teeth.

Seeing her happy, Gu Junchu also smiled and asked:

"Sister Meijiu, what's the happy news?"

"Good thing, you will know when you wait."

Wen Meijiu kept the question a secret. Gu Junchu was a sensible child, and his father often talked to him like this, so he never asked any more questions.

The team walked for another forty miles, and it was gradually getting dark. There was no village in front and no shop behind.

Traveling in the dark was unbearable for the elderly and children, so the village chief discussed with everyone and decided to find a flat place for everyone to stop and rest for a night before continuing tomorrow.

Wen Meijiu had just unloaded the carriage and was feeding the horses when the village chief came over.

"Good wine, did you notice that group of people were following us?"

Not only the village chief discovered this, but many people also discovered it.

There were two groups of people following them, one was the strong men, and the other was to stop them. In the eyes of outsiders, they were Gu Junchu's family members.

Gu Junchu saved Lan Ling, and Wen Meijiu took Lan Ling in. His family was worried, but they just followed him. As long as he didn't cause any trouble, no one would say anything.

On the contrary, it was the group of strong men behind them who were ferocious and had previously seized their territory and had a direct conflict with them, which made the villagers worried.

Wen Meijiu nodded and said very solemnly:

“I noticed it, luckily Junchu’s family was with us, so they didn’t dare to do anything rash.

Grandpa, I think we should decide on the recruitment of the guards tonight. I’m afraid the later we go, the more trouble we’ll have.

Who knows if they will do it tonight, after we are all asleep.”

The village chief nodded and agreed with it. This matter was urgent, but those guys had not responded yet.

"Okay, I'll talk to them now. You go and discuss it with them first. We must prepare for a rainy day."

The "they" the village chief mentioned were the ones who stopped the dispute. He was afraid that if others disagreed, they would use them as a tool. He sighed, turned around and left.

"You're a fool. You're cut from the same cloth as your father. You believe everything others say. You don't believe anything your mother says. What the hell did I give birth to?"

When it was time to take a break, Ren Meiluo realized that Dazhu didn't go to help Wen Meijiu at all. He was embarrassed to see her and hid behind the carriage driven by Sanlang.

"There is nothing left. Let's just starve!"

Even at this point, Dazhu still looked stubborn and said that Wen Meijiu had his own reasons for wanting to take the pancake, but he didn't want to accept it because he had done nothing.

Ren Melo was so angry that he jumped up and down and cursed, but he didn't feel relieved.

"My nephew's wife, why do you keep scolding the child over such a small matter?"

Wang Baoquan, who had long noticed that it was not Dazhu who helped Wen Meijiu drive the carriage and had been gloating privately, felt that his chance had come.