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

"Just solve your own problem first. There's no need to lecture me on some big principles."

Wen Meijiu didn't know what was wrong with her, she particularly didn't like talking about these things. Now no matter what he said, she would no longer sympathize with him. He was just shooting himself in the foot.

Prince Wang was choked by Wen Meijiu's rebellious attitude. He had always been the one to teach others a lesson, but today he had met a tough guy.

Thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong. This warm and beautiful wine coming in and out of his house was like two different people.

When he first bought her, he felt that she was a little naive and honest. Her eyes were always on him and she was very obedient to him.

But it had only been a short time since she left his house, and not only did she speak and act very differently from before, but even her temper was no longer as well-behaved and obedient as before. Instead, she always confronted him and was difficult to control.

He was unhappy in his heart, but he didn't say it. Prince Wang raised his eyes, his expression was indifferent, he hummed vaguely, and continued:

"I have good intentions. I thought that you would be helpless after leaving your hometown in Donghai County, so I thought of using my connections to find a good marriage for you.

I didn’t want to offend the girl, what a pity.”

Hearing this, he felt aggrieved. Wen Meijiu frowned. Does he really have such good intentions?

Whether it was kind or not, we would know after careful inquiry. Wen Meijiu pretended to be surprised and asked:

"Excuse me, sir, which young master do you want to introduce me to?"

He stared at Prince Wang's face, not missing any subtle expression, and wanted to expose his hypocrisy.

How could Young Master Wang not feel the gaze coming from the side? Not to mention that he was in trouble, it would not be much easier for him.

He really hadn't thought about this carefully, and today they were talking about this, but who knew that she was more serious than him.

He coughed lightly, his expression unchanged, and he spoke nonsense:

"Bu Erren is good, good-looking, how about matching with you?"

To be honest, apart from the fact that Bu Er was Prince Wang's man, she really didn't think there was anything wrong with Bu Er.

But when it comes to getting married, Bu Er is not Wen Meijiu's ideal type. Although she can't really say what kind of person she likes, it is definitely not someone like Bu Er.

Bu Er is a sincere person, and they are very good friends. Prince Wang knows this better than anyone else.

It was precisely because he knew that Wen Meijiu would not say anything bad about Bu Er in front of him, so as to avoid being used by him to make a fuss.

"Brother Bu Er is quite good, but I come from a humble background and I am not a virtuous person. I am afraid that I will ruin his life, so let's just forget it."

As for his humble background, Bu Er was born in a wealthy family. His father was a groom in the family, so he was not of noble origin.

Having said that, Wen Meijiu has already escaped from slavery and is more than qualified to be with Bu Er.

She said this because she was unwilling.

"So, how about stopping the fight?"

There was no change in his facial expression. She stared at him. Instead of avoiding her gaze, he turned around, met her eyes, and asked her seriously.

"Not very good, not the type I want."

She didn't know why, but Wen Meijiu hated the way he stared at her. That cold look seemed to see through her.

Wen Meijiu responded perfunctorily, his eyes flashing for a moment, then he retracted his gaze and picked up a piece of dry grass on the ground with his hand, sweeping it across the ground.

"This won't work, and that won't work either. It seems that Miss Wen has very high standards!"

Seeing her lower her head, he became more excited, as if he had discovered Wen Meijiu's weak spot.

To Wen Meijiu, these words were quite ironic, mocking her for being too ambitious, unrealistic, and obsessed with climbing up the social ladder.

Throwing away the dry grass in his hand, Wen Meijiu stood up and said angrily:

"Yes, my standards are very high. Let alone those two, even if you came, I might not be able to look up to you."

After saying that, Wen Meijiu left without looking back. This time, she was really angry.

Prince Wang looked at her receding back, feeling somewhat puzzled. Weren't they discussing the issue of getting married?

Why are you getting angry while talking?

Wen Meijiu left in a huff. Old Li, who saw this scene from afar, hurried over after giving his father an injection.

"Sir, what happened to Miss Wen?"

Prince Wang was unhappy, but he didn't show it on his face. He just said in a low voice:

"do not know."

Young Master Wang refused to say anything, and Old Li guessed that the two of them must have been arguing again.

"Don't worry, sir. From what I've observed, Miss Wen has a carefree personality. She may be angry now, but she will forget about it after a while."

It was not known whether Young Master Wang listened carefully or not. He sat cross-legged on the tattered straw mat, motionless with his eyes closed.

Wen Meijiu was not in a good mood after coming out from Prince Wang's place, so he did not go to see his parents, to avoid them asking him questions after seeing him.

Walking aimlessly, Wen Meijiu unknowingly came around Art and the others. Suddenly, she smelled the aroma of meat and wondered where it came from.

When she came to her senses, Art had already spotted her and was running towards her excitedly with a piece of roasted meat in his hand.

"Miss Wen, this is for you."

Art handed the barbecue branch to Wen Meijiu. She was so enthusiastic that she couldn't refuse.

Since it was someone else's good intention, he accepted the warm wine, reached out to take the meat, and tasted it gently. It was fresh, smooth, soft and delicious.

"What kind of meat is this?"

Although my mother's pickled meat is also very good, it is inferior to this barbecued meat in terms of both meat quality and taste.

"you guess."

This was the first time that Art was recognized by Wen Meijiu. He was so happy that he wanted to keep it a secret.

Unexpectedly, Wen Meijiu was in no mood to joke with him and said directly:

"Forget it. I don't want to know."

When Art heard this, he quickly said:

"This is a foal. The meat of a foal is tender, right?"

Ah! A foal, isn't that a horse that hasn't grown up yet?

You have to know that this was on the road to escape famine, and livestock were so precious that everyone would treat them like their own eyes. But they didn't expect that they would be roasted like meat by these beasts.

No need to ask, this must be the thing they robbed from some fellow villager on the road.

A mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and Wen Meijiu almost beat him up.

Resisting the urge, he stuffed the thing back into Art's hand, spat the warm wine fiercely on the ground, and said:

"From now on, don't steal other people's animals. Do you understand?"

"I heard it, I heard it, don't be angry!

Anyway, this little pony is of no great use, and eating it will help its owner solve his worries, saving him from running out of fodder on the road."

Wen Meijiu couldn't stand listening to this nonsense at all, so he raised his arm and hit him, asking:

"I hit you to help you loosen up your muscles. Shouldn't you thank me?"