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

Wen Meijiu and the village chief's family both had horse-drawn carriages. Without outsiders, Wen Meijiu was worried that Uncle Wang, Bu'er's father, would have trouble walking, so she invited him to sit in the carriage.

The old people and children all take the cars, while the young and strong people walk. There is no intrigue among people, and there are not so many troubles. The journey is so much faster than before.

Originally, the gap between the villagers and Wen Meijiu and his friends was visible to the naked eye, but later it became farther and farther, and they could only see the silhouettes in front of them from afar.

The black-faced man didn't expect Wen Meijiu and the others to set off so soon. He was still thinking about finding an opportunity to get to know Wen Meijiu.

Wang Baoquan led his fellow villagers on the journey without any order. The whole team was in chaos and occupied the entire official road for fleeing famine.

The dark-faced burly men who wanted to overtake Wang Baoquan and the others were dissatisfied with these people dawdling on the road and blocking their way, so they started cursing, pushing and shoving each other.

"Get out of the way, you old turtle."

He was very strong. With just one push, he pushed an old man carrying a load on his back into the ditch nearby.

"If you dare to hit my father, I will beat you to death."

The old man's son couldn't stand it anymore. These people were all from their village, and this man broke into their midst and intentionally hurt people. He was so arrogant.

Seeing the blood on the old man's face, the old man's son raised the wooden stick in his hand and was about to hit the black-faced man on the head.

The black-faced man and his group of strong men were not to be trifled with either. Two of them came up, grabbed the old man's son's arms, pushed him to the ground, and beat him up.

The old man felt sorry for his son and climbed out of the ditch, crying and shouting for him to stop beating him, but no one listened to him.

"Fellow villagers, save me, save me!"

The old man's son didn't hold on for long before he started crying and shouting for help.

The decision-making village chief and the capable Wen Meijiu had both left, and the remaining people became a mess. No one dared to step forward to stop it. Some were even scared and quickly ran forward a few steps to avoid the disaster.

Seeing that there was no hope in asking others for help, the old man's son shouted loudly for Wang Baoquan.

"Grandpa Wang, help, help!"

Wang Bao's family walked the fastest and were at the front of the team. When they heard the commotion behind them, they asked the people running behind them what was going on.

"Uncle, the gang of thieves behind us are catching up and someone is being beaten. I want you to go and save him."

When several old friends who were meeting with the village chief heard about this, they all came over to Wang Baoquan to ask for advice.

"Brother, the young man's face is swollen from being beaten, and his father is still lying in the ditch. What should we do?"

When asked what to do, they all know that they don’t have the ability to save people, but they hope that others will do it.

When Wang Baoquan heard this, his neck shrank back slightly and his eyes widened.

After being stunned for a long time, he stammered:

"What can we do? Call our young people to come forward!"

Although he was nervous and knew he was no match for those people, Wang Baoquan still held on to a glimmer of hope. Wasn't that what the village chief did at that time?

"Okay, you arrange it then."

At this time, everyone regarded Wang Baoquan as the backbone.

"Dazhu, you, you, and you, the rest of you young men, go and chase those people away."

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with Wang Baoquan, as Dazhu who had always protected his fellow villagers, he still had a strong sense of mission when faced with such a situation.

"Come on, come with me."

Dazhu waved his hand, called a few young men, picked up his weapons and was about to leave, but was stopped by Ren Meiluo who came over.

"Dazhu, you can't go. They all have sickles on them."

Ren Meiluo also hated Wang Baoquan at this time. She was working for him, but he wanted to use her son as a scapegoat. He really thought she was stupid.

"Mom, please get out of the way. I can't listen to you on this matter."

At such a young age, he would not listen to Ren Melo at all. Dazhu pushed Ren Melo aside and left with his men.

Ren Meiluo sat on the ground and burst into tears. Others didn't see it, but she saw it. The young man was beaten so badly that blood came out of the corners of his mouth.

As soon as Dazhu and the others left, Wang Baoquan sat in the carriage, thought again and again, and immediately ordered his son to drive away.

"Old man, aren't you going to wait for Dazhu and the others?"

Wang Baoquan's wife Chen was quite surprised at his decision, as he was the backbone of those young men.

"They are all strong and have weapons. If they don't want to die, just shut up."

Although Ren Meiluo was aggressive, what she said was not wrong. This reminded Wang Baoquan that he could not afford to offend those people.

If those young people can't hold on, will their family also suffer?

Thinking of this, Wang Baoquan broke out in a cold sweat on his back. While everyone's attention was on the young man who was beaten, he quietly left. There was still time.

"Well, what about them?"

Chen was so frightened by Wang Baoquan's fright that she was stunned. She couldn't help but point at the villagers who had their backs to them and were looking back.

"You go down and accompany them."

After giving Chen a fierce look, Wang Baoquan winked at his son. Both father and son realized the danger was coming, and they shook the reins tacitly and drove away in the carriage.

The first person who discovered that Wang Baoquan had escaped shouted at the top of his voice:

"Uncle Wang ran away!"

This shout made the villagers who were still looking around break out in cold sweats, and they suddenly panicked and became confused.

"What can we do? Let's go!"

"Wang Baoquan, that damned bastard, really killed us."

"Oh my God, those young men are almost beaten to death, poor kids!"

Seeing that Dazhu and his men were wrestling with those strong men and could not escape for a while, the demoralized villagers, with their own selfish ideas, ran away, grabbing their children and dragging their families with them.

When the black-faced man saw that the man was about to run away, he caught up with a family with a carriage and cut the carriage and the horse with a few cuts with his sickle. He grabbed the reins and jumped on the horse.

The family whose horses were stolen not only suffered injuries, but also lost their means of escape. The whole family sat on the ground beating their chests and stamping their feet.

The dark-faced man sat on the horse and turned around a few times. He felt that the horse was easy to ride and shouted to his brothers behind him:

"Catch up with them, and they'll all be yours."

Following the direction of his finger, there was the fleeing carriage.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The group of strong men cheered and rushed forward one after another, fearing that the prize would be snatched away by others.

The screams and howls of the folks on the road formed a sharp contrast with the cheers of the strong men.

With a "whoosh" sound, something came through the air and hit the black-faced man sitting on the horse. He groaned and fell off the horse's back.

When his brothers saw that their eldest brother had been ambushed, they all turned around and ran back to Heimian's side.

"Master, master!"

They didn't know what was going on, but they saw the black-faced man with his eyes closed, and they were all terrified.

There were two more "whoosh" sounds, and the two strong men who were fighting with Dazhu suddenly covered their chest and arms and retreated back in pain.

"Let them go and spare your lives. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."