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

After searching around the space without finding a suitable means of transportation, Wen Meijiu finally focused her attention on the ground next to the tent, where her favorite electric scooter from her previous life was still there.

Without horses, she thought that although the road was dusty, the official road was relatively smooth. Riding an electric scooter with sturdy tires, even if there were some bumps, she should be able to catch up with horseback riders without much trouble.

In her past life, she died before she could ride again after being fully charged, and it's uncertain whether there's still any electricity left inside.

Wen Meijiu quickly went over and pressed the switch. To her surprise, the battery was fully charged.

Alright! Now we're settled.

Wen Meijiu hopped on her scooter, muttered to herself, and soon rode her beloved scooter out of the space.

**

Art carried Wen Zhongyong on his back and followed Old Man Wen all the way, originally intending to find a place in the carriage of Wenmei Restaurant.

However, the carriages at Wenmei Restaurant were either packed with people or filled with goods, so we couldn't find a suitable place and had to go to another restaurant.

"Get out of my way, you blind fool!"

Just as he brushed past Yiran, who was about to board the bus, Art deliberately took revenge and bumped her hard on the shoulder. He couldn't stand by and watch her bully Wen Meijiu.

Still a woman who couldn't lift a finger, she couldn't withstand such a collision from At. She stumbled and fell onto the front of the carriage. Fortunately, she grabbed the reins in time to avoid a serious fall.

"you--"

She brushed her messy hair aside and finally recognized it as Art. Now she understood why she had been hit; it wasn't surprising that she had been hit by Wen Meijiu's lackey.

The words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down as he angrily flicked his sleeve.

Even with Young Master Li not around, he still dared not offend At rashly, but a lump was stuck in his throat.

Art was quite pleased with himself. He even spun around in place while carrying the person on his back, then turned around to look at them. "Me, me, what's wrong?"

Seeing the other person standing there, their face flushed with anger, a thought suddenly popped into his head.

"Let's go ahead and look for it."

In a good mood, Art didn't wait for Zhongyong's father to say anything and went to the front of the group on his own.

Liu Kerong saw A Te carrying someone over from afar, and immediately rushed to the person next to her to gossip:

"You know, this wine is really something. It can't even protect us, let alone turn on its own people. Look, Zhongyong has been beaten unconscious by her."

If you don't have the skills, don't try to do something you're not qualified for; you'll only cause more harm than good.

Those around knew who Liu Kerong was and defended Wen Meijiu, saying:

"That's not how it works. Zhongyong was knocked unconscious by that special instructor. What does that have to do with Meijiu?"

Disobeying Liu Kerong's wishes, she felt a surge of anger, rolled her eyes, and yelled at the person:

"Do you even have eyes? That Art is just a lackey of Meijiu. Would he dare to hit someone without her permission?"

"My God! We all know how bad-tempered this head instructor is. How dare you blame this on the wine? She can't clear her name even if she jumps into the Yellow River."

"What's there to wash? That's just how she is. You've all been kept in the dark."

When those bad guys came to rob me, you saw what they said. They treated us like animals to be slaughtered. They were almost ready to help us.

That Art was never a good person to begin with; the two of them are birds of a feather, utterly wicked!

Recalling the scene of Wen Meijiu scolding her after her belongings were stolen by the men in black, she was furious and wouldn't listen to anyone say a good word for Wen Meijiu.

She was so angry that she raised her voice so loudly that she didn't even notice when Art left.

The words "Ate is no good either" reached Ate's ears, and he was not about to let it go.

Suddenly, Art stopped in his tracks, turned his back to the person, and looked up to see who dared to curse him.

Seeing Liu Kerong's repulsive face, Art snorted and spat at her feet.

"Mom!"

Liu Kerong was terrified. She hadn't expected At to appear like a ghost. She instinctively screamed, clutched her chest, took a step back, and dared not breathe.

She was terrified, leaning back slightly, afraid that Ate would throw Zhong Yong, who was on his back, at her and kill her.

"Damn it!"

Art cursed fiercely, withdrew his chilling gaze, and turned to leave.

Liu Kerong patted her chest and carefully said to the person next to her:

"My God, I thought he would eat me, but he's nothing special."

Despite her fear, Liu Kerong remained defiant, not wanting to be looked down upon.

The man and Liu Kerong stood facing each other, while Liu Kerong had her back to the direction of her mule cart.

The man didn't respond to Liu Kerong, but after a long pause, he gestured with his chin towards her and asked:

"That's yours, isn't it?"

"what?"

Liu Kerong looked puzzled and followed the man's gaze.

damned!

At had already placed Zhongyong on her back onto her cart, and was now standing in front of the cart, untying the mule's bridle.

"What is he doing? What is he doing?"

Liu Kerong got anxious and kept tugging at the arm of the person next to her, while stomping her feet below.

She knew better than anyone that Art wanted to steal her mule.

He was anxious, but knew he couldn't afford to offend that ruthless man, so he could only frantically grab someone's arm.

"It seems your mule has been requisitioned."

The person told the truth.

"What requisition? This is blatant robbery, a bandit's act. I never agreed to lend him the money, and he's not an official, so how can you say it's requisition?"

The man agreed with Liu Kerong, "That's right! This mule probably won't come back."

This broke through Liu Kerong's last line of defense. She just wanted to vent her anger, but others soberly told her that taking it away was the same as losing it.

The mule was such an important means of transportation for their family. Now that they've lost it, all because of a single sentence she said, won't her mother-in-law berate her to death? Won't her husband beat her to death?

Her life at home was already difficult enough; thinking about all this is truly suffocating!

Wen Deren was a coward and dared not confront At head-on. When At asked for the mule, he immediately gave it up, fearing that it might harm the lives of his entire family.

Wen Deren's father, unconvinced, stood beside him with his hands on his hips and questioned:

"You've taken the mule away, how are we supposed to get around?"

"Just put it on your son."

Art didn't take the old man seriously at all, jumped onto the mule's back, and used his foot to carry Wen Deren to his father.

"Good-for-nothing!"

Wen Deren's father was furious and helpless about Ate's behavior, so he could only vent his anger on his son, hitting and beating him.

“Take care of him, or you will be held responsible when he returns.”

Art didn't care about anything else. He squeezed the mule between his legs and said that this was his way of giving an explanation to his loyal and brave father.

Zhongyong's father watched helplessly as Ate walked away, his mouth agape, pointing with his hands in front of him, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Hey, hey, don't worry, Coach, I'll take good care of him."

Fearing another accident, Wen Deren smiled broadly and readily agreed to A Te's departing figure.

**

"Hey girl, I'm here!"

Seeing the thin, dark figure on the main road in the distance, Art knew he hadn't guessed wrong and shouted in that direction.