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

Wen Meijiu had just brought the scooter out when she heard that familiar shout. She panicked and threw the scooter back into her spatial storage.

Before Wen Meijiu could turn around, At had already spurred his mule over and grabbed her from behind, pulling her up to his front.

Just as she was about to struggle, Art pulled the reins, and the two of them almost fell off the mule. She was so frightened that she dared not move.

"Girl, if you move around again, we'll all fall. This is no joke."

Seeing that Wen Meijiu had behaved herself, Ate was still worried that he couldn't keep her in check, so he added another sentence.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Meimei openly and honestly held the warm wine between her arms, not daring to be presumptuous with her hands. She held the reins tightly, squeezed the mule's belly with her legs, and started running.

This mule is nothing like a horse; it's incredibly slow, and for two people sitting on it, it's practically the same as walking.

The key point is that Art sat behind her, his two nostrils like blowers, panting incessantly above her head.

In the dead of night, a lone man and woman in the middle of nowhere, if this goes on for too long, not only will Ate misunderstand, but even she herself will find it unbearable.

"Hey girl, aren't you cold?"

The wind carried waves of heat, so hot it was irritating. He whispered to ask if she was cold, saying he didn't mean to warm the wine, but no one believed him.

“It’s so hot!”

Wen Meijiu was a little irritable and in a bad mood.

"If you're hot, I'll blow on it for you." Art deliberately blew on her cheek near her ear, blowing continuously without complaining about getting tired.

"That's exhausting. You won't be hot anymore once you're down there." Wen Meijiu meant what she said and slammed her elbow back, sending the unsuspecting At sliding down with a thud.

Fortunately, Wen Meijiu reacted quickly and snatched the reins from his hands, preventing them from falling down together.

The mule wasn't going fast, and he fell and hurt himself. Without even rubbing his wound, he jumped up, grabbed the mule, and tried to get back on.

"Well, you little brat, you actually ambushed me."

"Hey, if you dare come up here, don't blame me for being impolite." Wen Meijiu raised her right palm, making a gesture as if to hit someone. A'te was stunned for a moment, but ultimately gave up.

"No, girl, why are you being so fierce? Aren't you going to get revenge? If you keep going like this, how long will it take?"

Wen Meijiu scoffed coldly, squeezed the mule between her legs, and said irritably, "You think you can get any faster just by coming up here? Don't you even know what kind of junk you brought?"

Mules are good at endurance, but it's really too difficult for them to catch up with horses. She could only pray that the leader in black would fall off his horse halfway and be waiting for her to take revenge.

"Who said that? I'll make it run faster right now." Knowing that Wen Meijiu had discovered his earlier scheme, he knew how to coax people and immediately started running, pulling on the mule's harness.

Indeed, with someone leading the way, the speed was much faster than before.

Seeing him running so energetically, Wen Meijiu felt she had gone a bit too far and was too embarrassed to ask him to come up, so she decided to sing to ease the tension.

Wen Meijiu wasn't very good at singing since she was little, so she remembered a children's song that was also related to horseback riding and sang it off the cuff.

"The white dragon horse, hooves facing west, the white dragon horse, hooves facing west, carrying Tang Sanzang and his three disciples, on the great road to the Western Paradise to obtain the scriptures..."

Art didn't know what she was singing, but she seemed to be in a good mood, so he became happy too. He led the mule along while looking back at the warm wine above.

"Girl, you sing so well!"

"That's right, don't you know who I am? I'm the best singer!"

Some people flattered her, and Wen Meijiu was polite in return. Her mind was filled with the image of how she had sung "The Old Ox" so well in her previous life that the whole class was doubled over with laughter. In the end, the teacher even gave her an excellent grade, all because of her commendable courage.

"Amazing, the girl is the most amazing."

Art gave her a thumbs up, and while she was in a good mood, he asked another question: "Girl, you're so amazing, will you still be sad because of him?"

Wen Meijiu looked bewildered, brushed a stray hair from her face, and asked, "Who?"

“It’s him, it’s him. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m not an outsider either.” Art slowed his pace and continued to repeat, deliberately speaking in a very open-minded manner, afraid that Wen Meijiu would be saddened by this again.

Sitting up there, Wen Meijiu paused for a moment, then realized who he was talking about.

She shook her head and smiled, then gave the reins a couple of sharp shakes. "I don't know who you're talking about."

"Stop pretending. That man is just like that damned woman. You still want to forgive him?"

Afraid of hurting Wen Meijiu, and also afraid that she would keep things from him, A Te hinted at it in a veiled way.

Suddenly, Wen Meijiu burst into laughter, leaving At somewhat bewildered.

"No, girl, there's nothing that can't be solved. Your smile makes me uneasy."

Ate looked worried, fearing that Wen Meijiu would be driven mad.

After a while, Wen Meijiu stopped laughing and said to At in a serious tone:

"You said it yourself, they are so good to each other, why should I not be a good person and do something that can't be seen in the light?"

What happens to them is none of my business.

Art's mouth was slightly open as he looked at Wen Meijiu with disbelief as she finished speaking with great passion. There was no trace of sadness on her face; instead, she exuded sincerity and composure.

This is the kind of woman Ate likes: bold in love and hate, free-spirited and generous.

"Okay! From now on, big brother will pamper the little sister!"

Art clapped his hands, feeling fortunate to be by Wen Meijiu's side, having the opportunity to do the things she wanted to do with her.

"Stop! What do I have to do with you? If you keep talking like that, I'll call you Blackie."

Sensing the slight annoyance in Wen Meijiu's words, Ate immediately changed his tune: "Good girl, I was just joking with you."

“I don’t like making jokes like that,” Wen Meijiu said firmly.

Looking at the warm wine, Art glanced at the distant starry sky, and said earnestly and seriously, "Girl, everyone else is always in pairs, aren't you envious?"

"No matter what others do, I will just be myself. I have parents and brothers and sisters, that's enough, I'm not greedy."

Her answer was firm and resolute, and a slight pang of sadness welled up in Art's heart. Fortunately, Wen Meijiu didn't care about that person, which was better than he had expected. He shrugged, feeling much better.

"My older brother is also a brother or sister, right?"

Wen Meijiu did not refute what Art said.

"Let's go, I'm off with my girl!"

Art went berserk again, leading the mule on a wild run, and Wen Meijiu was afraid the mule wouldn't be able to take it and would die.

After running for about two miles, they could clearly hear people talking ahead and could also see a faint light. Wen Meijiu dismounted from the mule and hid behind At.

"We can't go any further," she whispered to Art.

Art immediately understood what she meant: the mule was too noisy and would be easily discovered, so they had to tie it up here.

"Hey girl, wait for me." After saying that, At quietly led the mule to the nearby wasteland, where there was an old tree not far away where they could tether the animals.