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

On the road of fleeing famine, nothing is more precious than water and food. What does face matter in the face of hunger?

People like that must have plenty of surplus grain.

Seeing himself all alone, Wang Baoquan didn't slump down; instead, his temper flared even more.

He stole grain from Wen Meijiu's house not because he was out of food, but because he hated Wen Meijiu. He finally got this opportunity, and out of greed, he wanted to take advantage of the situation, but he messed it up.

When the sword of Zhizheng was held to his neck, he was still afraid. Since Wen Meijiu couldn't do anything to him, he was naturally fearless.

"It's just a bowl of cornmeal, you bunch of spineless opportunists."

As Wang Baoquan spoke, he tapped the ash off his cigarette on the sole of his shoe, lit his pipe, and squinted at everything in front of him, his heart filled with a mixture of jealousy and resentment.

He must take back everything that Wen Meijiu took from him, and not think that his family is easy to bully.

Seeing others receive their rations, it would be a lie to say he wasn't envious. He was both angry and anxious, and made sarcastic remarks about Wen Meijiu:

"Granddaughter, you're so generous, why do you care about me taking some millet? You might as well give it to me too."

Wen Meijiu wasn't angry after she said that. She turned to look at him and said in a serious tone:

“Sure, Grandpa Wang knows how to wash the grain on the ground, doesn’t he?”

"Then let's take it home, wash it, and eat it."

Wang Baoquan thought Wen Meijiu would say something sarcastic to him, but to his surprise, she was so good-natured.

For a moment, Wang Baoquan couldn't tell whether Wen Meijiu was joking with him or really meant to do it.

However, based on his past understanding of Wen Meijiu, he felt that Wen Meijiu wouldn't be so kind.

So he took advantage of the situation and started his shameless, seniority-based behavior.

He pulled up the right corner of his mouth and said:

"Since my eldest granddaughter is so sensible, then I won't stand on ceremony."

He cupped his hands in greeting to Wen Meijiu and went straight to her carriage. Since Wen Meijiu had already said what she meant, he was going to take it seriously, whether it was true or not.

If she regrets it later, sorry, it's too late; the grain will belong to his family.

Let her keep her stubborn; let her cry.

Even if she hates him, she can only hide in a corner and lament alone. Who told her to act like a good person in front of so many people?

He walked to the carriage, and just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, he felt it would be beneath him, so he stepped aside and called out to his wife in the distance:

"Old woman, come here and pack up our grain."

He spoke with such confidence that anyone who didn't know better would think it was his family's grain.

After saying that, he glanced at Wen Meijiu, waiting to see her face turn green.

On the contrary, Wen Meijiu not only didn't react much, but also looked at him with a smile.

Wen Meijiu didn't stop Wang Baoquan and his wife Chen from taking away the millet covered in dirt from the ground.

Wang Baoquan felt perfectly justified. Everyone else had cornmeal, but he took some millet mixed with soil, so they were even.

Chen, however, began to mutter to herself, looking up at him with a sense of unease:

"Is this a good idea? Won't the wine hold a grudge?"

Wang Baoquan snorted coldly and reprimanded in a low voice:

"Even food can't shut you up. You only care about whether others hold a grudge, not whether I do. She has opposed me time and time again. This punishment is far too insignificant for her."

Knowing her husband's temper, Mrs. Chen sighed softly:

"After all, you were the one who made the mistake, how can we blame it on the fine wine?"

"Hmph, you're giving her too much credit. What did I do wrong?"

With the grain in hand, Wang Baoquan had no more worries. Well, he got the same grain as everyone else, and it was even fine grain, although it was a bit dirty.

If only she had known this would happen, why did she have to send someone to stop the conflict and hold a sword to his neck? It's already a miracle he didn't ask her for emotional distress compensation.

Taking a deep drag on his pipe, Wang Baoquan straightened his back, strode forward, and looked back at his entourage with a beaming smile, replying:

"As a junior, you should act like one. That's the right thing to do."

Before he could go far, he suddenly heard Wen Meijiu announce from behind:

"The grain that the Wen family received today is a gift from me, because we are family."

As for the others, let them take it, but once is not enough.

To ensure there won't be a next time, I've decided that from now on, the guard team will only protect the Wen family and their property.

From now on, we will be brothers, respectful to our elders, and support and tolerate each other. Does anyone have any objections?

To be honest, Wang Baoquan took away millet, a fine grain, and everyone apologized, but all they got was a bowl of cornmeal. They felt a little unbalanced and couldn't quite understand why.

Hearing Wen Meijiu's words, he suddenly felt relieved and applauded her in support.

"The wine is right, we are family."

"Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts; this saying has been true from ancient times to the present."

"I would say that fine wine is the wisest, and that is certainly true."

Hearing what everyone said, Wang Baoquan, who felt a chill run down his spine, wanted to turn around, but found that Wen Meijiu had already blocked his way out, leaving him no gap at all.

On their journey of fleeing famine, even if they had food, without anyone to protect them, their food would be stolen sooner or later.

For this little bit of dirty millet, he would lose all the food his family had. Just thinking about it made Wang Baoquan regret it so much he felt like his guts were turning green.

"A conspiracy, a scheme with ill intentions."

He angrily threw his pipe on the ground, turned to look at the warm wine, and froze in place for a moment.

So many eyes were watching him. They had all seen his smugness just now, and their jealousy was still there. They were probably all waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

"Should we go back and apologize to Meijiu? It's not like we'll lose anything."

Chen was frightened and felt it was not worth risking her whole family's safety for the sake of a moment of anger.

"Shut up! Who dares to object to my decisions?"

After cursing Chen, Wang Baoquan suddenly picked up his pipe from the ground, turned around, and walked away, each step leaving a dent in the ground.

As he walked, he pondered, "So what if Wen Meijiu controls the guard? Her family is with the team; who can kick them out?"

With so many people surrounding him, he didn't believe anyone would dare to come into the middle of the line and try to steal him.

Thinking this, he chuckled sinisterly:

"A mere girl with yellow hair, trying to fight him? She's more experienced than he's ever been. Maybe in her next life."

"You stubborn old man, why are you so obstinate? Do you want our whole family to die with you?"

Chen turned around, holding the millet, intending to return it, but Wang Baoquan, who had also turned around, grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"Don't be more of a hindrance than a help."

The two of them walked away, pulling and tugging at each other. Wen Meijiu then told everyone to disperse, as the elderly and children at home were probably getting impatient.

After finishing their meal, everyone rested for a while before the group set off again.

"Hey, old man, look what they're doing!"

Wang Baoquan was sitting on the hood of the car, smoking a pipe, when Chen pointed with a worried expression at the villagers walking back past their car.