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

"Hey, sir, what are you doing here?"

Wen Meijiu pretended to have just noticed him and pointed at him in surprise, shouting.

"Witch, your grandfather isn't here, where is he?"

The leading officer was so angry that he trembled as he reached for the sword hanging at his waist. In his anger, he had to pull it out twice before he could.

Pointing his sword at Wen Meijiu, who stood on high ground, he shouted angrily:

"Witch, you must take responsibility for your actions. This matter will not be over until you pay three hundred taels of silver today."

He wasn't just making up numbers; he could roughly guess how much money Wen Meijiu and her group had made.

Seeing that his eyes were red, Wen Meijiu was neither afraid nor anxious. She walked back and forth on the shore with her arms crossed, earnestly advising him:

"Sir, if you want the Bodhisattva to appear, you can't kneel down one minute and curse the next. The Bodhisattva can't stand it."

Even if I plead for you then, the Bodhisattva won't sense your sincerity and won't sympathize with you.

You should do as they did, hurry back and kneel in worship, so that the Bodhisattva can see your sincerity.

Wen Meijiu remained calm and even spoke eloquently, which made the leading officer and soldier lose his composure.

He felt that Wen Meijiu should be afraid and terrified at this moment. Was he just being paranoid?

With reservations in his heart, he wasn't as assertive when he spoke, and he stammered in rebuttal:

"If what you're saying is true, then why didn't the Bodhisattva grant our prayers after we've been kneeling and praying for so long? And why did they cut off the water supply?"

"Why do you think that is? It's because you're not sincere."

Didn't I tell you? Without the Bodhisattva's will, no matter what happens, you can't stand up. And what happened?

Wen Meijiu had already provided solutions to the disaster victims' problems. The water shortage had happened before, so everyone felt there was no risk. In the end, they chose to trust Wen Meijiu and stood still, quietly listening to Wen Meijiu and the leading soldiers arguing.

To be honest, any disaster victim who has heard their story would definitely be biased towards Wen Meijiu and would believe her more, since she brought them real benefits.

The eyes of the disaster victims all focused on the leading officer, and then on the sword in his hand.

To brandish weapons in front of a Bodhisattva is a great disrespect.

The leading officer didn't think anything of it at first, but now that everyone was staring at him and the air was eerily quiet, a chill ran down his spine.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he couldn't withstand the pressure and slowly sheathed his sword. Unwilling to admit he'd been intimidated by Wen Meijiu, he stiffly asked:

"Do you have a solution?"

He had already become suspicious, and Wen Meijiu knew she had to take drastic measures.

Since he just asked her for three hundred taels of silver, why can't she ask him for three hundred taels of silver too?

They've been preying on the disaster victims here for who knows how long. Even the village chief can produce several silver notes, so they must have a lot of money on them.

“You just said you wanted three hundred taels of silver, and the Bodhisattva is already angry. I need to talk to her.”

After saying that, Wen Meijiu stood on a high place, made hand gestures, closed her eyes, and recited a passage from the Diamond Sutra to herself.

After doing all this, she slowly opened her eyes to see the reaction of the leading officer.

"What did the Bodhisattva say?"

He still asked in a rather irritable tone.

“The Bodhisattva said that you have offended her and you need to pay three hundred taels of silver to settle this matter.”

As she said this, Wen Meijiu appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was about to explode with rage. She was holding back her anger, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she feared that things would get out of control.

"Asking for so much money, I think she's some kind of alms-giving saint."

The leading officer laughed in anger.

"Six hundred taels? The Bodhisattva is even angrier now."

Her expression became even more serious, and her face turned terrifyingly cold.

Fearing the soldiers would continue their disrespect and the situation would become unmanageable, Wen Meijiu simply raised her hand and addressed the crowd:

"The Bodhisattva said, in order to demonstrate divine power and warn the ignorant, he used water to manifest his power, and everyone stepped back."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight sound of flowing water came from the puddle. Everyone was startled and rushed forward to check. They were terrified to find that the water level in the puddle was indeed rising.

The crowd automatically stepped back, then suddenly knelt down, shouting:

"The Bodhisattva really showed his power, he really showed his power."

The leading officer saw it too, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he quickly knelt down, joining the others in shouting.

As long as she believed it all, Wen Meijiu strolled back and forth on the shore, thinking about how to deal with him next.

"Sir, the Bodhisattva said that you have offended her. For the sake of the well-being of all beings, she will not hold it against you, but she will seal the sacred water here."

After saying that, Wen Meijiu waved her hand, and the water in the puddle stopped flowing again.

"Then, what should we do?"

The officers and soldiers in charge had no choice but to believe it; the facts were right in front of them, and they were now convinced of it without a doubt, and fear began to creep into their hearts.

What he feared was not that the Bodhisattva would not give water to sentient beings, but that the Bodhisattva would punish him and bring shame upon him.

The water really obeyed her; it rose and stopped as she pleased. If she wasn't a demon, she could only be a bodhisattva manifesting her power.

He had never seen a demon before, and even if Wen Meijiu were a demon, he couldn't afford to offend her. It would be better if it were a bodhisattva appearing.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, not daring to lift his head or meet Wen Meijiu's gaze; his body was trembling violently.

"The official can only give you six hundred taels of silver. I will plead with the Bodhisattva for the rest, and I guarantee you will be fine."

As for the water issue, the Bodhisattva has other arrangements; you should take the money first.

Upon hearing that money could solve the problem, the leading officer immediately turned from despair to joy and quickly ordered his men to fetch the money.

Soon, the money arrived. Six hundred neat silver notes were placed in Wen Meijiu's hands. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest; this money was earned far too easily.

He was incredibly excited inside, but on the surface he had to pretend to be serious. After all, he was the spokesperson for Guanyin Bodhisattva, so how could he be so frivolous, superficial, and shallow?

After accepting the silver note, Wen Meijiu walked with measured steps, appearing more composed and reliable.

"The Bodhisattva is humble and compassionate, bringing blessings to all beings. Everyone, please rise."

The Bodhisattva has now taken away the water source here, but will restore the well behind the Earth God Temple to you. From now on, you can all go there to fetch water.

Remember, never use this as an excuse to oppress the people or inflate water prices. If you do it again, even the Bodhisattva will not forgive you.

The villagers and soldiers were somewhat incredulous; they had witnessed firsthand that the spittoon had been blasted into a pebble beach—how could they possibly draw water from it now?

Even if it's repaired and can barely be used, you'd need to find a specialist to dig it up again and repair it before it can be used. These days, it's hard to find such people; good craftsmen have long since fled to other places to make a living.

"Miss Wen, is this...is this really true?"

The officer in charge wasn't that he didn't believe the wine; he simply couldn't believe his ears.

“You’ll find out if you go and see it.”

Without saying much, Wen Meijiu took the lead and went to the back of the land temple at the northernmost part of the village.

Others followed suit.