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

"Village chief, if you can't uphold justice, and you steal my mule this time, who can guarantee you won't steal someone else's things next time?"

The usually honest Wen Deren suddenly became quite clever; he wanted to instill fear in everyone and put pressure on the village chief.

What evidence do you have that the wine stole your mule?

“I have witnesses; many people saw it at the time.”

Liu Kerong sprang up from the ground and rushed into the crowd, dragging the man who had seen At rob her mule the night before to the village chief.

The village chief stared at the man and asked:

"is that true?"

The man was terrified; she couldn't afford to offend anyone. She nodded, then immediately shook her head.

"Did they rob us or not?" Seeing the village chief getting angry, the man quickly nodded again.

However, the man quickly waved his hand and said:

"It wasn't the wine that was stolen, it was that special, Special Instructor."

"It doesn't matter who stole it. Art listens to Wen Meijiu the most. Without her orders, even if I gave him two lives, he wouldn't dare."

In order to pin the blame on Wen Meijiu, Liu Kerong absolutely could not let Wen Meijiu escape punishment.

However, this statement is not entirely without merit. Wen Meijiu and A Te disappeared together, so it seems unreasonable to say that Wen Meijiu was unaware of the situation.

"Erlang, what do you think we should do now that their livestock is gone?"

Everyone looked at the father lying in the car, who was also shocked by the village chief's words.

He had been lying in the car for a long time, and no one treated him like a human being. With Wen Meijiu gone, the village chief asked him about it, and of course, he treated him like the pillar of the family.

Father was filled with mixed feelings. He hated Liu Kerong for her loose tongue. He hadn't said he wouldn't compensate her for the mule. Even if the mule had nothing to do with Wen Meijiu, A'te was indeed brought in by Wen Meijiu. He couldn't completely absolve himself of any responsibility.

"pay."

Knowing that her father was in a difficult position, the mother rushed to him, wanting to say something, but her father stopped her by raising his hand.

"You can use all your grain as collateral, or you can exchange your horses for it."

Liu Kerong still had a huge appetite and refused to budge an inch, causing the air to freeze for a moment.

"Don't even think about it! You think you can trade one of your mules for one of my horses? Dream on!"

Mother disagreed.

"Then we can only settle this with grain. You know how precious horses are, but aren't my mules precious too? Then give the mules back to my family."

Knowing it was impossible, Liu Kerong still said it, forcing her parents to agree.

"If the grain is insufficient, you can lead the way on this horse."

There's still so much food to feed so many people, and Dad can't bear to part with it. Without food, everyone will go hungry. If we lose one horse, everyone can make do, squeeze together, and still walk. It's just that he can't lie down so comfortably anymore.

"Erlang!" The mother couldn't bear to see her father suffer, so she called out.

Father had made up his mind and waved to Liu Kerong.

Liu Kerong and Wen Deren happily ran off to fetch the horse; exchanging a mule for a horse was such a good deal.

"Wait a minute, let's see who dares to touch the girl's horse!"

Liu Kerong hadn't even gotten the reins warm when she heard a chilling voice behind her—it was At's.

Art carried the injured man in black, squeezed through the crowd, and slammed him hard to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The man in black groaned in his unconscious state.

Cold sweat instantly streamed down Wen Deren's back. He instinctively reached out to grab the reins from Liu Kerong's hand to return them, but Liu Kerong snatched them back.

“With the village chief standing up for us, what are you afraid of?”

Wen Deren was terrified by At last night. At said he wanted to requisition his mule. At first, he refused to agree, even though he knew in his heart that his wife had said something wrong, but he didn't think it was his "husband and son's fault." He didn't want to give it up.

But Art put Zhongyong on his back onto his cart, pulled out his scimitar and slashed him in the chest. Luckily, his clothes were torn from top to bottom, but his flesh was not broken. The mule was taken away.

With Liu Kerong's reminder, Wen Deren slowly calmed down, stood beside Liu Kerong without saying a word, his eyes wide open, afraid that A Te, that donkey-headed brat, might suddenly attack.

"This is what Father promised to give, it's not up to you to decide."

Liu Kerong closed her eyes tightly and yelled at Ate, but she was still feeling guilty.

"I don't agree."

Art was a man of action and knew he had caused trouble for Wen Meijiu, so he had to step up and smooth things over for her.

He walked step by step toward Liu Kerong and her husband, his eyes fixed on the reins in their hands, like a beast quietly hunting its prey, making one's heart pound.

"You, you stay away! Everything should be done reasonably. You let me lead the horse, but you have to give my mule back."

It would be a lie for Liu Kerong to say she wasn't afraid. Seeing how fierce At was, showing no mercy to anyone, she nervously changed her tone instantly.

"Aren't you coming back yet?"

Art walked closer and closer, his eyes widening, looking so fierce he looked like he wanted to eat people. What's worse, he spoke irrationally, which made Liu Kerong and her husband break down.

"You, you can't do this! You'll be struck by lightning if you do this!"

Let others curse as they please, Art doesn't care at all. He just doesn't want to implicate Wen Meijiu's family.

He snatched the horse reins from Liu Kerong's hand and slowly retied them to the tree trunk.

The more Art acted this way, the more frightened Liu Kerong and Wen Deren became. They turned to leave, but Art grabbed them from behind.

“I stole your mule. I’ll take the mule in lieu of a person. From now on, I belong to you. Do with me as you please.”

Art stretched out his hands and surrendered.

Wen Deren and Liu Kerong dared not offend him, let alone bring him back. What they brought back was not a laborer, but a "father".

"You, you, you, let's go, let's go."

Enraged beyond words, Wen Deren pulled Liu Kerong towards the village chief. Only after hiding behind him did they dare speak loudly, shouting towards their father:

“Wen Houyu, this matter is not over. My mule must be compensated, and no one can change that.”

Upon hearing them threaten his father like that, Art was also enraged and raised his foot to rush over. He had already lowered his head; these two ungrateful bastards, he would see how he dealt with them.

He hadn't even rushed over when his father stopped him.

"Jiaoniang, go and take the horse to them."

The mother was helpless; this approach by Art couldn't solve the problem. She had no choice but to listen to her father, even though she was extremely reluctant.

"Here, the horse is yours. From now on, we'll keep to ourselves."

The mother led the horse to the two men and, in front of the village chief, spoke angrily to them.

Liu Kerong snatched the rope impatiently and smiled maliciously at her mother, "This is what you owe us, so stop pretending to be innocent. We've already lost out big time."

"Bah, shameless."

The old lady was also very angry. It would have been better to give Ma Xiaoshun to her, but she was given away to this shrew for nothing. Taking advantage of her age and seniority, she slapped Liu Kerong across the face, which was a way of avenging herself for being kicked.

The old lady really vomited. Liu Kerong reached out and touched her; her hand was sticky and nauseous, and she almost vomited herself.

She dared to harm the old lady, so her mother stepped forward to shield her, and the village chief also stood by and reprimanded her.

"De Ren's wife!"

The village chief was the only one who could back them up, and Liu Kerong knew she couldn't offend him. So she changed her tune, smiling at the village chief with a grin, and then said in a sarcastic tone:

"Hey, it's only right to pay back debts. No matter how shameless I am, I can't compare to your fine wine. You ran off with a man in the middle of the night and now you're too ashamed to come back."