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

"Five taels of silver? That's too expensive! We used to only get one tael of silver per bucket of water. We're practically acquaintances, so you should at least give us a lower price, right?"

The old man was no longer surprised, but terrified. He had no idea these people were so ruthless, offering more than double the amount without even asking.

"Low price? How can I give you a low price? If you don't want it, that's fine too, we can keep it for ourselves."

The leading soldier turned around and wanted everyone to take the water buckets away. The old man was also anxious because his house was out of water and he didn't know where his next meal would come from.

"No, sir, make it cheaper, make it cheaper."

The leading officer suddenly became enraged and shoved him aside:

"What time is it? You still want a lower price? I'm not willing to sell it to you even if it's already like this."

There's no water anywhere. If you can repair that well within two days, I'll sell you the water for three taels of silver. Otherwise, forget it.

The old man doesn't have the ability to repair that well within two days. If digging a well were that easy, there would be more than just that one well in the village.

"Sir, the village is out of water. You've already taken the water source that was dug out over there, haven't you? After all, we used to work together, so please do us a favor."

It would have been fine if we hadn't mentioned the water source that Wenmeijiu had dug out. But as soon as we brought it up, the soldiers in charge got angry. There was clearly water there, so why was there no water when the situation was theirs?

"Bullshit! Which eye of yours saw us rob us?"

We just went to take a look, who knew the water level was low and it was already gone when we got there.”

Nobody wants to be associated with such bad luck. In these famine years, people are most afraid of such superstitious things, as they could easily turn into a major disaster that angers both heaven and man.

Seeing that the leading officer was really angry, the old man was stunned, and it took him a while to realize why he was angry.

There's no water over there, and the well has exploded. How are people supposed to live now?

My heart skipped a beat. The old man's eyes widened as he stared at the bucket; there was water in it.

"Sir, I'll buy it. Five taels of silver it is. I'll take it."

Without hesitation, the old man pulled out five taels of silver from his sleeve and stuffed it into the pocket of the leading soldier.

To everyone's surprise, the leading officer objected. After thinking for a moment, he pushed the old man aside and asked him thoughtfully:

"How many days will it take you to repair the exploded well?"

The village well was passed down from his ancestors, and he really didn't know who else knew how to make it.

"That's hard to say."

Upon hearing this, the leading officer became even more determined and pushed the man far away.

"Go find somewhere cool, we don't even have enough water to drink."

The old man panicked and kept pleading with the leading officer, almost kneeling down to beg for mercy.

At this moment, the village chief's four sons arrived and immediately asked:

"Dad, which blind fool stole our big water vat?"

The old man is the village chief, and his sons are his face and support in the village. At the same time, he also has his own ways of controlling his four sons, otherwise the family would be in chaos.

What method did the old man use?

Besides strict upbringing and instilling in them the importance of obeying their parents, the other method is to control them using power and material possessions.

With water resources scarce, he instructed his four sons to secretly steal water from the house and forbade them from storing water on their own. His reasoning was that he was old and that if he were discovered, so be it; but the children were young, and if he fell ill, they would still have a chance to rise to prominence.

This sounds great, and it sounds good to say it out loud—a picture of filial piety and parental love.

Therefore, even if the four sons wanted to make some illicit money, they had to get the old man's permission. The water all came from his family's large water vat, which was like his family's treasure trove.

The old man cherished the large water vat like the apple of his eye, and his four sons treasured it as well.

Now that the large water vat has vanished, how could they not be anxious? As soon as my mother gave the order, they all came rushing over.

The old man originally wanted to say that he was talking about warm wine, but he had no proof. His immediate priority was to get water for cooking.

Seeing that the soldiers were about to carry all the water into the courtyard, the old man grabbed one of the boats and shouted to his sons who were coming over:

"Aren't you coming over to help?"

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. With water almost gone, who cares about officials or soldiers? They've only ever listened to their fathers since they were little.

At the old man's call, his four sons rushed forward. The third son grabbed the soldier, pinned him to the ground, and snatched the bucket from his hand.

When the leading officer saw that something was wrong, he immediately stepped forward, drew his sword from his waist, and slashed the wrist of the third brother who had snatched the water bucket.

While the leading soldier was injuring people, he stretched out his foot to brace himself and caught the bucket of water that was about to fall to the ground.

He turned and handed it to the person next to him, then glared fiercely at the third son, who was screaming in pain:

"This is just a lesson. You dare to steal from the government? Next time, I'll kill you."

"let's go!"

The leading officer sheathed his sword and angrily led a group of people into the small courtyard next door.

"Dad, it hurts."

The third brother gripped his wrist, blood already seeping from between his fingers.

The eldest brother quickly tore off a strip of cloth from his body and helped the third brother tie himself up.

"Wow, they're so cruel! How could they hurt someone for a bucket of water?"

After watching the spectacle unfold for a while, Wen Meijiu finally seized the opportunity to step forward and mock the old man and his four sons. It felt so good.

"Why are you still here?"

The old man had a bad impression of Wen Meijiu, feeling that she was always going against him and had even stolen his family's large water vat. Unexpectedly, Wen Meijiu saw his disheveled state and was full of resentment.

Wen Meijiu raised an eyebrow, flicked her nimble wrist, and laughed:

"They haven't returned the bucket to us yet, so of course we're staying here."

The soldiers were only buying water, and the buckets belonged to the villagers. Of course, they had to take the warm wine back. This reason was perfectly justified, and she wasn't there to laugh at him alone.

"Even if it wasn't intentional, you were still kicking someone when they were down, a despicable act."

Seeing Wen Meijiu's gloating expression, no matter how eloquently she spoke, the old man wouldn't believe her; he would only think she was doing it on purpose.

"Kicking someone when they're down, I think that's you guys talking about yourselves, isn't it?"

So many disaster victims passed through here. If their hometowns had even the slightest chance of survival, who would have traveled thousands of miles to escape famine and come here?

Not only do you show no sympathy, but you also raise prices on the spot, ripping off the last bit of money they have left. It's utterly shameless!

As soon as Wen Meijiu finished speaking, before the old man could even open his mouth, his four sons, being truly filial, all surrounded him, ready to attack Wen Meijiu.

They absolutely cannot allow their father, whom they have revered as a god since childhood, to be insulted by Wen Meijiu today.

Wen Meijiu wasn't afraid of them, but the conflict was over here, and they wouldn't let anyone scare her.

As the four men stepped forward, Zhizheng and his brothers surrounded Wen Meijiu in the middle, giving them no chance to get close to her.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense.

Wen Meijiu calmly pushed through the crowd, stood in front of them, crossed her arms, and spoke to them:

"Forget it, for the sake of Guanyin Bodhisattva, we won't hold it against you."

"You're buying water, aren't you? I'll sell it to you for two taels of silver a barrel. Isn't that fair?"

Do you still have water?

Before his four sons could react, the old man had already squeezed out from behind and stood in front of Wen Meijiu.