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

Zhi Zhengding hated this short-sighted and shallow-minded evil woman, and he didn't beat her because of Wen Meijiu.

Who knew that she would actually take advantage of me.

"Get out of here! If you don't get out of here, be careful of my fist."

Zhi Zheng said this and shook his fist at Liu Kerong.

Liu Kerong knew that she could not persuade them to stop fighting, so she said those harsh words just now.

The meal couldn't be cooked, and the task assigned by the boss was not completed. Seeing that the meat buns were about to turn yellow, she was angry and unwilling to accept it.

She might as well scold Zhi Zheng harshly so that the boss could hear her, so that he would know that she was working hard and might even reward her with a meal.

"Dead beggars, a bunch of dead beggars, useless and hopeless, they will never achieve anything in their lifetime and can't even afford four dishes."

She spat at Zhi Zheng again. Liu Kerong was afraid that Zhi Zheng would really beat her, so she turned around and ran back into the inn.

Seeing Wen Meijiu coming over, Zhi Zheng pointed at Liu Kerong who was running away and said to Wen Meijiu:

"Miss Wen, this thing really can't stay in the team. It's simply a black sheep."

Wen Meijiu smiled, not angry, and pulled back Zhizheng's outstretched arm, whispering:

"She is one of ours, how can we drive away such a talent so easily?

If she leaves, where can you find such a suitable person? You should..."

Wen Meijiu spoke in a lower and lower voice, and finally whispered a lot of things into Zhizheng's ear.

As Zhi Zheng listened, his frown relaxed and he finally nodded happily at the warm wine.

"Don't worry, Miss Wen. I promise to complete the task."

Zhi Zheng just waved his hand and took two people to settle the score with Liu Kerong's family in a threatening manner.

When they arrived, Wen Deren and his son Wen Siyuan were eagerly looking towards the door of the inn, hoping that Liu Kerong would come out with some buns to solve their family's urgent needs.

Seeing the posture of Zhi Zheng and his men, they thought they were here to cause trouble for them, so they immediately stood up from the ground. After all, Liu Kerong had just scolded Zhi Zheng and his men.

"Brother Zhizheng, this matter is not my fault. She has that kind of temper and I can't control her."

Without waiting for Zhizheng to speak, Wen Deren had already thought of an excuse and put all the blame on his wife Liu Kerong.

What he didn't expect was that Zhi Zheng and a few others came up, hugged the two of them and started wailing loudly.

"Brother, you are a good man, can you control your wife and tell her not to speak so harshly? Why do you deliberately rub salt into our wounds?

All the women in our family have died, it’s tragic enough…”

"We were able to join the guard team because Miss Wen was kind enough to give us food. If Miss Wen really believed her words and didn't want us anymore, wouldn't we starve to death?"

It would have been fine if they just wailed, but some people actually rolled around on the ground and made a scene.

"If you can't control her, I'll just sit in your house and not leave.

From now on, I will eat whatever your family eats, I am not picky at all, I will let you support me, so you should think it through."

The commotion here was so loud that the surrounding villagers all looked over, wondering what they were doing.

Old Li, who was standing far away, swiped his ears with his hands, looking puzzled, and muttered to himself:

"If you stop following Miss Wen, you might get possessed."

Young Master Wang's eyelashes were lightly covered, and his black pupils moved for a while. Then he looked around, and soon his gaze stopped on the shopkeeper and the waiter who were hiding in the shadows inside the inn door.

He stretched out his long arms, patted Lao Li's shoulder, turned his face towards the door of the inn, pointed his finger, and silently guided Lao Li.

Old Li wiped his eyes, bent down slightly and squinted to look over. He saw someone in the dark listening attentively, but still had no idea what was going on.

"Are they interested in stopping the conflict?"

Prince Wang raised his lips slightly and said slowly:

"We are all interested."

His neck shrank, and Old Li couldn't help but start to worry. He turned back and said to Prince Wang:

"Sir, aren't we in danger?"

The situation is unclear at the moment, and Lao Li’s guess is not completely unreasonable. Who knows if that group of people are the enemy’s spies? They can disguise themselves, and the enemy can also disguise themselves.

The relaxed look on his face disappeared, and Prince Wang narrowed his eyebrows and became serious.

The only real thing in the enemy's hands is his portrait. He has been disguised by Wen Meijiu, so the enemy cannot easily see through him.

It is unclear whether they are trying to secretly spy on them by winning over Art.

Looking at the smoke rising in the distance, he said in a faint voice:

"The situation is unclear and may not be what you think."

Old Li lowered his head in worry, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Miss Wen is really worrying this time."

In Lao Li's opinion, Wen Meijiu's stay at the inn was really impressive, which attracted the inn's attention.

There is a saying that goes, "If you don't worry about thieves stealing, you should worry about thieves thinking about it." He really shouldn't be so high-profile when thinking about warming up the wine.

"not necessarily."

Young Master Wang's two brief words brought Old Li back from his thoughts. He suddenly looked up at his young master, and for a long time he couldn't figure out what he meant by those two words.

Does it mean that Miss Wen’s behavior may not be high-profile, or that what he said may not be right?

After staring at Young Master Wang for a long time and finding that Young Master Wang's eyes were not on him, Lao Li gave up the desire to ask clearly.

Wen Deren didn't expect that the other person was not here to quarrel with them, but to beg him. He was overjoyed and immediately coaxed:

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to her when she comes back. Don't worry. She may not listen to others, but she will listen to me."

"Ah! Brother, you are so kind. I will repay you. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

Someone came to him to repay him. Wen Deren couldn't believe his eyes and rubbed his hands embarrassedly:

"I'm just hungry now. There's no extra food at home."

"Don't worry, big brother. When the meal is ready, I'll give you my portion. We're just friends!"

When Zhizheng and the others heard that Wenderen agreed, they were immediately filled with enthusiasm and brotherhood. They hugged him and punched him on the back.

"Alright, alright, cough cough cough."

Wen Deren couldn't bear it anymore and kept coughing, and pushed Zhi Zheng and the others out.

"Brother, let's make it a deal. I'll bring you food later."

"Good good."

This sudden happiness left Wendren and his son at a loss for a moment, but dinner was finally settled.

Zhi Zheng ran away happily with the two men.

"Dad, there is such a good thing."

Ever since Zhi Zheng and the others came, Wen Siyuan, who no longer used guards, no longer had cheap rations to eat and could only rely on his family.

Now that's good, someone has used their back door and is willing to offer food rations voluntarily. They are so happy.