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

"Of course there's water. It's the nectar bestowed by Guanyin Bodhisattva. How can it just disappear like that?"

The old man didn't believe him, tilted his head, and asked:

"Don't make it sound so nice, where's the water?"

Wen Meijiu stood at the village entrance, turned around and pointed to the water source that had been dug out under the bridge in the distance.

"It's right there."

The old man was stunned. Wasn't that the place where the soldiers had just retreated to?

They said there was no water over there, and Wen Meijiu was just messing with him.

With a sneer, the old man puffed out his chest and retorted:

"You're praising yourself to the skies, but you're just like us, talking about the nectar of Guanyin Bodhisattva. You're just fooling people."

"I've eaten more salt than you've walked roads, don't even think about swindling me out of my money!"

The old man looked at Wen Meijiu with disdain, his nostrils practically pointing to the sky. Who told Wen Meijiu to lie like him?

Wen Meijiu smiled confidently, patted her chest, stepped forward, and stood in front of the old man, saying:

"I never lie. Two taels of silver for a bucket of water. As long as you throw this money into that puddle, I guarantee you can get water."

"Dad, please don't be fooled by her sweet talk."

"Exactly, she doesn't look like a good person at all."

The old man's sons all thought Wen Meijiu was talking nonsense and tried to remind him.

But the old man raised his hand and stared intently at Wen Meijiu for a long time. Seeing that she showed no fear, he decided to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

"Alright, it's a deal. As long as there's water, two ounces a bucket is fine."

With a "whoosh," the old man pulled out several silver notes from his pocket and shook them out for Wen Meijiu to see.

With no water for dinner in sight, he decided to go and see what was going on.

"Here's your bucket back."

At this moment, soldiers opened the gate of the courtyard and carried buckets of water out one by one.

They stopped the fight and went to get the bucket, so as not to delay the warm wine and conversation with the old man.

"No problem, I guarantee it with my life, there will definitely be water."

After saying that, Wen Meijiu turned around and walked towards the water source, with the old man and his four sons following closely behind.

When we arrived at the water source, we stood by the dug pit and looked inside. The water in the pit was already gone, and it seemed impossible for any more water to be produced.

Wen Meijiu closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and chanted incantations over the puddle. After she finished chanting, she took out two taels of silver from her sleeve and threw it directly into the bottom of the puddle.

"Haha, that's hilarious, there's nothing there!"

The old man's third son loved to be clever; otherwise, his wrist wouldn't have been cut today.

Seeing Wen Meijiu throw the silver into the puddle, and seeing no immediate reaction from the puddle, he stood by and laughed nonstop.

Wen Meijiu looked at him with disdain, and then everyone else looked at him.

Wen Meijiu looked at him with disgust, as if he were going to die!

The old man looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt.

Others who looked at him thought his smile was really ill-timed.

"What's wrong? She's lying, can't I even laugh?"

The third brother, smug and triumphant, raised his chin and challenged the person standing to the side who was standing by.

"You're the one lying! Your whole family are liars! Why aren't you laughing?"

Zhizheng trusted Wen Meijiu completely; he knew that since Wen Meijiu had said it, she must have the ability.

Zhizheng wasn't wrong. He and the village chief had been tricked when they went to the village to buy water.

His smile froze abruptly. The third brother, a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and muttered an explanation:

"That's not just a matter for our family, why don't you go and argue with other people?"

"Your father is the village chief. If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. If we don't go after you, who else can we go after?"

The saying "stop the fighting" is well said. The village chief is the leader. If he doesn't do these things, how dare the villagers and his sons?

Being chased and cursed, the third brother was extremely upset. He scratched his ears and cheeks while looking around for help. When he found that no one could save him, he was about to look into the distance to find some peace when he saw something unbelievable.

"Look, there's water!"

His shout startled everyone, and they all turned to look in the direction he was pointing.

The puddle that was just empty a moment ago is now almost full, how can this not be a pleasant surprise!

"There's water! There's water! Quick, bring a bucket!"

When he finally saw the water, the old man shouted with more joy than anyone else.

The eldest son was the most obedient. He looked simple-minded, and when he heard his father speak, he quickly ran back.

"I'll go back and get the bucket right now."

Wen Meijiu wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass by, and immediately stretched out her hand in front of the old man.

"The silver is mine, what about yours?"

Wen Meijiu's principle is that he never buys on credit. He can have water, but he has to pay in cash. This applies to all the soldiers, let alone this old man.

"Here, here."

The old man, fearing that Wen Meijiu wouldn't sell to him, immediately stuffed a hundred-tael silver note into her hand.

"Buy all the water, buy all the water."

The old man already believes her; it's time for her to negotiate with him.

"We can buy water, but we must return all the water buckets and personally apologize to our village chief and fellow villagers."

The old man was taken aback. He looked at the clear water in the puddle, smacked his lips a few times, and finally hesitantly agreed.

"No, no problem. That bucket originally belonged to you, so it should be returned."

The old man turned around and instructed his sons to go back and return the water buckets from the village.

With water available at the source, Wenmeijiu sold the water at a high price. The villagers were excited and rushed to the village to find customers, since the villagers were willing to pay a high price and were all richer than the disaster victims.

Soon, everyone in the village was brought in to buy water, and Wen Meijiu and her fellow villagers were busy again.

By evening, Wen Meijiu and the villagers had all made a harvest.

The news quickly reached the ears of the officers and soldiers. They were surprised and terrified. This was too strange. They wondered in private if there was really something special about Wen Meijiu.

Fear gripped them, and they dared not easily come to their door.

Art returned, having made a significant contribution. Wen Meijiu gave him one-third of the silver she had earned, sent another third to Young Master Wang, and kept the rest for herself.

Ma Rulan delivered it, and Young Master Wang initially refused, but she forced it into his hands.

Later, he handed it over to Yiran.

She was still sulking. The soldiers had no water at the water source, but why was there water as soon as she returned with the warm wine?

Does even God favor her? That's so unfair, why?

Is she less attractive than her, or does she have a worse figure?

However, when Young Master Wang gave her the money, her displeasure disappeared, and her thoughts changed.

No matter how skilled she is at handling wine, Young Master Wang still cares about her. He even gives her money to keep, which shows how much he trusts her. But most men are fickle, aren't they?

Why give it to me?

She had asked Young Master Wang the same question so innocently, but he replied indifferently:

"you deserved."