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

While other families were moving closer to Wenmei Restaurant, the village chief didn't follow suit. Firstly, he felt responsible for paving the way for the villagers, and secondly, he couldn't bear to leave Wang Baoquan's family behind, as those were human lives.

As long as he walks in front, even if everyone isolates Wang Baoquan, as long as Wang Baoquan is still in their group, there won't be any major problems.

And so, the village chief walked in front, with Wang Baoquan following behind. Everyone else retreated to the area in front of and behind Wen Meijiu's family, walking alongside the guards, feeling safe.

"Can't you just save your breath and use that time to think about how we're going to go in the future?"

Wang Baoquan dismissed Ate with a single sentence. Chen felt that this was an unethical act, and if Wen Meijiu found out, she would hate their family even more.

"Hmph, without the 'la la goo' sound, you're not going to plant your crops anymore."

"A man lives for his pride, a tree lives for its bark. That brat messed with me, can't I at least retaliate? Look how scared you are."

Madam Chen shook her head; she couldn't persuade Wang Baoquan in the slightest. The old man was becoming increasingly stubborn. She hugged her eldest grandson even tighter and said to her son, who was driving the cart ahead:

"Shuanzi, when you have nothing to do, take some grain and send it to the tavern, and chat with your Uncle Erlang while you're at it."

Chen knew that her family was small in number in the village, and now the people with the surname Wen had all been won over by Wen Meijiu. If she didn't make some moves now, it would be even more difficult to get to Donghai County in the future.

She couldn't persuade the old man, so she could only talk to her son. Fortunately, her son's personality was a bit like hers, not so irritable and stubborn.

"Okay, Mom."

Shuanzi and his wife, who were sitting on the other side of the cart, exchanged a glance and realized that what his mother said was true. The other party had the ability to win people's hearts with fine wine, so why did his father always pick on them? Wasn't it because he looked down on the other party for being poor in the past?

Everyone has been poor. His father was so poor that he couldn't afford to get married, which is why he married his mother.

"If you dare go, I'll break your legs."

When Wang Baoquan saw that his wife was ignoring him and instead arranging work for their son, his eyes immediately turned red. He stiffened his neck and slammed the pipe he was smoking against the wooden side of the cart.

The whole family was so frightened they were startled.

"Father, we'll still need their fine wine on the road."

Wang Laishuan, the son, really couldn't understand why his father was going against Wen Meijiu like this.

"What the hell? Is she some kind of devil? How come she's so capable?"

The son tried to persuade him earnestly, but Wang Baoquan's temper grew stronger with each word, eventually drowning out his son's voice, and the whole family fell silent.

"Hmph, what kind of monster is she, scaring you all like this?"

"You good-for-nothing, I've wasted my time supporting you, you can only pee standing up."

Seeing that his family remained silent, Wang Baoquan lowered his voice with satisfaction and began to scold them quietly.

Before his words could cool down, Art caught up with him.

"You old geezer, you're obviously up to no good."

Art caught up with Wang Baoquan's family and slapped Wang Baoquan, who was sitting in the car smoking, making him stunned.

Zhongyong hit him on the left, and now Ate hit him on the right. This made Wang Baoquan, who had just regained some face in front of his family, feel ashamed to the point of wanting to die.

"I don't want to live anymore, I can't survive!"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Wang Baoquan grabbed At's clothes from both shoulders and rammed his head into At's chest.

Art was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger. Now he finally had a reason. He grabbed Wang Baoquan by the back of his shirt, lifted him up easily, and was about to throw him to the ground.

"Chief Instructor, you mustn't do this, you mustn't do this, it could kill someone."

With tears in her eyes, Chen knelt on the car and kept kowtowing to At.

Even if Wang Laisuan disagreed with his father's actions, he couldn't let things go at this juncture. He jumped off the carriage, raised his whip, and lashed it at Ate's waist.

Art is tall and strong. Let alone one Wang Laishuan, even three or four more might not be his match.

With a powerful kick, he sent Wang Laishuan sprawling to the ground, then stomped on his neck and cheek.

If just a little more force were used, Wang Laishuan would surely die; he was coughing incessantly at that moment.

"Head Coach, you can't do that, put it down quickly."

The village chief was right ahead, the closest, so he rushed over to stop At.

Art's eyes widened, looking as if no amount of persuasion could sway him, and he shouted at the village chief:

"This old bastard tricked me first, and this brat beat me up afterwards. If I kill one, I'll break even; if I kill two, I'll make a profit. Why can't I?"

"Coach, please calm down and let me explain. If Meijiu knew what you were doing, she would definitely be upset..."

While calming Ate down, the village chief gestured to Wang Laishuan's terrified wife behind his back, telling her to go find Wen Meijiu immediately.

Wang Laishuan's wife was quite clever; she ran off in a flash.

"Put him down! If you do that again, you're fired!"

Wen Meijiu arrived quickly, one hand on her hip and the other holding a riding whip, pointing at Ate and cursing him fiercely.

“I wouldn’t let go, and he hit me.”

The whip lash on At's waist was quite severe, and it was already swollen; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so furious.

When Wen Meijiu saw that his eyes were red, she stared at him quietly for a few seconds, licked her lips, and felt that things were not so simple.

Normally, Art wouldn't act so unreasonably.

"What about him?"

Wen Meijiu pointed at Wang Baoquan, who had his hands raised high, with her riding whip in hand, and asked him a question.

"he……"

Just as he was about to speak, Art suddenly calmed down. There were some things he couldn't let Wen Meijiu know, otherwise he would lose face.

“One thing at a time. Whoever hits you, you settle the score with them. Your son hits you, and you're going to take the blame for his father? Are you out of your mind?”

Besides, if you keep pushing yourself like this, how many pancakes will you eat during your break? I can't afford that."

Wen Meijiu, half-jokingly and half-seriously, reached out to pull Ate's arm.

Art was amused by her thought process. After thinking for a moment, he put Wang Baoquan back down on the ground.

Wang Baoquan barely managed to stop, and when he saw Wen Meijiu staring at him, he lowered his head, turned to the side, and held onto the side of the cart without saying a word.

Releasing Wang Baoquan was already Ate's bottom line. Wang Laishuan, who was under his feet, had been coughing for a long time. At this moment, his face was red and he was panting heavily.

Knowing that Ate didn't want to let Wang Laishuan go any further, Wen Meijiu circled around Ate, ignoring the person lying at Ate's feet.

"Dad...Dad..."

Wang Laishuan rolled his eyes and silently pleaded for help from Wang Baoquan, who was standing by the car.

Now Wang Baoquan felt the pain. He suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Baoquan, then immediately crawled over to grab his son's hand.

"Meijiu, you need to make him release my son right now!"

He shouted at the warm wine, feeling that this was the right thing to do.

Wen Meijiu knew, of course, that Wang Laishuan wouldn't provoke Ate; it was definitely Wang Baoquan who would provoke Ate.

However, she had never seen At lose her temper like this before. If she let At let Wang Laishuan go so easily, what would At think of her?

Her relationship with Art was merely one of cooperation; it wasn't that she had to outdo Art in everything to appear capable.

"I'm powerless to help. Why didn't you teach your son properly and let him hit people at will?"

"My son is dying, and you're still here making sarcastic remarks. What is this if not aiding and abetting evil?"

Even at this point, Wang Baoquan still tried to turn the tables and provoke Wen Meijiu into a fight. After saying this, he deliberately looked at the village chief standing next to him.