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

Art didn't expect that he would be beaten for bringing food to Wen Meijiu. He subconsciously covered his head and ran away, which made Wen Meijiu even more angry.

He was running in front and she was chasing him closely. After a while, she grabbed his loose hair from behind and pulled him back.

"You don't know your fault, but you still dare to run away. What did you tell me at the beginning?"

He had no clothes on, so I had no idea where to start warming the wine. I couldn't just grab his pants, so I could only let go of his hair and pull his ears.

"I was wrong, I was wrong. I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again."

Art knew when to quit. He ran away on purpose just to tease Wen Meijiu.

Wen Meijiu thought he was really convinced, but when he looked down, he saw that he was actually grinning.

"What are you laughing at? Is it so funny to steal someone else's pony?"

He snatched the branch from his hand and stuffed the meat into his mouth, filling it up. Only then did Wen Meijiu feel a little relieved.

Letting go of his ear, he turned around, patted his hands and body, and let out a sigh of relief.

After taking the meat from his mouth, Art's eyes lit up. He lowered his head to pick up a dark object at Wen Meijiu's feet, muttering:

"what is this?"

Wen Meijiu looked back and saw that it was his own dagger. He probably dropped it when he was taking pictures of his clothes.

Her dagger was an industrial product of the 23rd century, so it was naturally different from the daggers forged by blacksmiths today. It attracted Art's attention at first sight.

Before she could come back, Art had already pulled the dagger out of its sheath.

"Wow!"

Art had never seen a dagger with such fine workmanship. There were fishbone-shaped anti-slip grooves on the back of the blade. The dagger was completely black, with only the blade being silver-white.

Men's love for knives has been around since ancient times, and it seems to be a mark engraved in human genes, and Art is no exception.

When I saw such a rare thing, I immediately thought about testing its sharpness.

He raised the dagger and swung it down. He watched helplessly as the branch as thick as his wrist was chopped off in an instant without him having to use much effort.

"Where did such a good thing come from?"

He was extremely surprised and quickly asked Wen Meijiu for advice. He also wanted to have such a dagger.

"give me back."

Wen Meijiu frowned, ignored his question, snatched the dagger from his hand, put it into the sheath, and hid it on his back.

Her dagger was made of synthetic steel and was extremely hard. How could he just take it if he wanted it?

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble for himself, Wen Meijiu planned to muddle through the matter.

Who knew that Art would not give up. He followed her wherever she went, repeating the same question over and over again.

Wen Meijiu was really annoyed by the questions, so he made up an excuse.

"This was given to me by my master. It's the only one in the world. If you want it, go find him."

When he heard there was a door, Art blocked her way and asked closely:

"Then where can I find your master?"

I have never met such a difficult and shameless person.

Wen Meijiu stopped and pointed his index finger to the sky.

"Go, the old man has ascended to heaven."

Only then did he realize that Wen Meijiu was playing a trick on him.

"Hey, Miss Wen is so stingy. Not only did she not give us food, she didn't even give us a dagger."

He didn't really mean that, but he said that on purpose just to embarrass Wen Meijiu.

Wen Meijiu didn't expect him to say that. Wasn't he the one who insisted on following them?

She didn't force them.

"Oh, I finally understand. It turns out that what you said about wanting to protect us was fake, and what you really wanted was just a free meal!"

With a chuckle, Art hurriedly shook his hands and said:

"No, I'm not that kind of person.

What I mean is, you give them food, and if you don't give us food, it's fine, but giving us a dagger is also a token of my appreciation, so that I can give an explanation to my brothers when I go back."

God knows what he was thinking. It was true that he was attracted to Wen Meijiu's dagger, but he was even more attracted to Wen Meijiu himself.

If Wen Meijiu gave him the dagger, he could go back and brag about it however he wanted and scare his men into submission.

Wen Meijiu rolled her eyes at him and looked him up and down. He looked so grinning and unserious, and who knew what evil ideas he had in mind.

"No, this is my treasure, how can I give it away so easily?

Just like your beard, I asked you to shave it, would you agree?"

Wen Meijiu had already noticed that the beard on Art's face was intentional, probably because he wanted to avoid it getting dirty, and the longest part was carefully braided.

However, no matter how carefully he manipulated his beard, Wen Meijiu thought it was always dirty and messy, and it would be better to shave it cleanly.

She used to call him Heizi, not because his skin was so dark, but mainly because he had a stubbled beard and looked dirty.

If you just look at his eyes, they are still very beautiful, not only bright but also full of spirit.

It was this bandit-like spirit that made Wen Meijiu a little dislike him.

Art was stunned, and he asked why Wen Meijiu hated him so much and liked to be with pretty boys. It turned out that it was all because of the beard on his face.

"Agree, as long as you lend me your dagger."

Seeing that Wen Meijiu's hands were too tight and he couldn't get it out at all, he changed his mind and came up with a new idea.

His straightforwardness surprised Wen Meijiu. She was just talking, but he took it seriously?

What does it matter to her whether he has a beard or not? Even if he doesn't have a beard, she won't lend him the dagger.

But, she had already said it, even if she didn't mean it that way.

"No."

Wen Meijiu refused and turned to leave, but Art obviously didn't want to let her go and he particularly liked the feeling of following her.

A villager was passing by and saw the two men, one in front and one behind, greeting Wen Meijiu. His eyes were fixed on Art with a strange smile on his face, as if there was something going on between them.

"Forget it. I'll lend you this dagger. Return it to me after you shave. Quickly."

This is the fastest way Wen Meijiu can think of to get rid of him without losing the dagger.

"Okay, I was saying, Miss Wen, you are really generous."

Taking the dagger from Wen Meijiu, he looked at it over and over again in his hand as if he had found a treasure.

"Go quickly. I have to take it back in a cup of tea."

"The time is too short. How about two?"

He begged so persistently that Wen Meijiu had no choice but to wave his hand and tell him to go away.

Everyone finished their meal and rested for a while. Then the village chief called on everyone to set off.

The team set off in a mighty procession, with Wen Mei Restaurant still in the middle, Zhi Zheng and his team in the front and middle, and Art and his team in the back.

The team had just walked a short distance when someone came running after them from behind, shouting:

"Miss Wen, Miss Wen, wait for me."

The people in the team were walking and chatting, but they stopped when they heard the loud shout and turned back to look.