End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

The next morning, sunlight shone through the window onto Fan Mengmeng's face, and she got up excitedly.

After a simple wash, Xiaofu was already waiting outside the door.

"Girl, let's go." He smiled mysteriously and took Fan Mengmeng through the winding path in the mansion to the back door.

Walking out of the back door, a bustling street comes into view.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, chickens crowing and dogs barking are intertwined together, forming a vivid picture of ancient market life.

There was a gleam of excitement in Fan Mengmeng's eyes. Everything here was new to her.

The dazzling array of goods on the stalls dazzled her: brightly colored cloths, peculiarly shaped wood carvings, fragrant pastries... Fan Mengmeng felt as if she was in a huge treasure house, and she wished she could take everything into her pocket.

"Girl, be careful. There are a lot of people here. Don't get lost." Xiaofu followed her closely, afraid that she would disappear in the crowd if she wasn't careful.

Fan Mengmeng stopped in front of a stall selling dry goods and watched the stall owner weigh the items purchased by customers with an old-fashioned scale.

She noticed that the stall owner's fingers seemed to be gently fiddling with the scale bar, and she couldn't help but become suspicious.

"Uncle, your scale doesn't seem to be very accurate." Fan Mengmeng said, pointing at the scale bar.

The stall owner's face changed, and people around him gathered around, looking curiously at the girl with strange clothes.

"Girl, what do you mean? My scale is an heirloom, and I never cheat anyone!" The stall owner said in a somewhat unfriendly tone.

Fan Mengmeng ignored his defense and instead picked up the beam, pointing to the distance between the weight and the pan. She explained, "Look, the distance between the weight and the pan determines the weight being weighed. You just moved the beam, changing the distance, and naturally, the weight. It's like..." She paused, trying to think of a way to explain it in a way that ancient people would understand. "It's like using a lever to pry a heavy object. The longer the lever arm, the less force required."

The people around were confused, but Xiaofu's eyes lit up. He seemed to understand what Fan Mengmeng meant.

He picked up the scale and looked at it carefully, and indeed found the clue.

"The girl is really smart!" Xiaofu exclaimed sincerely.

The stall owner's face flushed and he lowered his head in shame. The people around him also expressed their admiration for Fan Mengmeng's wisdom.

Fan Mengmeng smiled slightly. She knew that she might encounter a lot of trouble in this era, but she was not afraid.

She has knowledge and wisdom, and she believes she can overcome all difficulties.

"Xiaofu, let's go over there and take a look." Fan Mengmeng pointed to a cloth stall not far away and said excitedly... Suddenly, a rough voice rang out in the crowd: "Where did this witch come from? How dare you spread evil words here to confuse people!"

The crowd automatically parted, and a burly man with a full beard walked out. He was Zhang Dazhuang, a famous hunter in the village.

He pointed at Fan Mengmeng and said rudely, "You're a foreigner, dressed strangely and talking nonsense. You're clearly a witch! I think you want to cause trouble in our village!"

A thin man next to Zhang Dazhuang was covering his arm, his face pale, obviously injured.

Seeing this, Zhang Dazhuang was even more furious: "You witch, did you hurt my brother?"

Fan Mengmeng was not intimidated by Zhang Dazhuang's aura. She calmly explained, "Brother, you misunderstood. I didn't hurt anyone. I was just pointing out that there was something wrong with the stall owner's scale."

"You're making excuses!" Zhang Dazhuang refused to listen. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to strike. "Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and eliminate this evildoer, you!"

The onlookers were talking about it. Some of them retreated in fear, while others stayed where they were, just to watch the fun.

Xiaofu stood in front of Fan Mengmeng and protected her nervously.

Fan Mengmeng gently patted Xiaofu's arm, signaling him to step back.

She calmly walked up to the injured man, carefully observed his wound, and said, "Brother, your wound needs to be treated as soon as possible, otherwise it may become infected."

She took out disinfectant and gauze from the small bag she carried with her, skillfully cleaned his wound, and bandaged it with gauze.

These modern medical supplies seem particularly magical in this era.

Zhang Dazhuang and the people around him were stunned.

They had never seen such a way of healing, and they never expected that this girl, whom they regarded as a "witch", could treat wounds so skillfully.

After treating the wound, Fan Mengmeng looked up at Zhang Dazhuang and said calmly, "Brother, can you trust me now?"

Zhang Dazhuang was stunned. He looked at Fan Mengmeng's sincere eyes, and the anger in his heart gradually dissipated.

He scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I...I..."

Seeing this, Xiaofu quickly stepped forward and said, "Brother Zhang, my daughter is kind-hearted and would never do anything bad. What happened today was all a misunderstanding."

Zhang Dazhuang looked at Fan Mengmeng, then at Xiaofu, and finally sighed and said, "I was reckless, girl. I'm sorry."

Fan Mengmeng smiled slightly and said, "It's okay."

Xiaofu looked at Fan Mengmeng with admiration in his eyes. He approached her and whispered, "Girl, you're amazing! I'll protect you from now on!" Fan Mengmeng felt a warm feeling in her heart... Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves approached from afar...

Zhang Dazhuang's apology immediately eased the originally tense atmosphere.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, and the discussions changed from accusations to curious whispers.

Xiaofu looked at Fan Mengmeng with his eyes full of admiration. He walked to her side and said in a firm tone: "Girl, you are so awesome! I will protect you in the future!" Fan Mengmeng looked at Xiaofu's sincere eyes, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

She knew that in these strange times, she had another friend she could trust.

This incident quickly spread in the market, and people's attitude towards Fan Mengmeng took a 180-degree turn.

The looks that were originally full of hostility towards her now turned into curiosity and awe.

Some stall owners even took the initiative to greet her, asking where she was from and what material her clothes were made of.

Fan Mengmeng patiently answered them one by one. She keenly grasped some information about ancient materials and secretly memorized it in her mind.

At this time, in the study of the Teng Mansion, Teng Junze was listening to the servants reporting about what happened at the market.

He was originally just curious about Fan Mengmeng, but now that he heard how smart and kind she was, he felt even more admiration for her.

He put down the book in his hand, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In the evening, as the sun sets, the people in the market gradually disperse.

Fan Mengmeng and Xiaofu were walking on the way back to Teng Mansion, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was relaxed and happy.

Fan Mengmeng's reputation in ancient times gradually spread. What impact will this have on her?

What kind of material information can she obtain from ancient times?

These questions swirled in her mind.

Suddenly, a man dressed as a servant ran over hurriedly and said to Fan Mengmeng breathlessly: "Miss Fan, my master invites you to a banquet." Fan Mengmeng and Xiaofu looked at each other, feeling a little confused.

Was Teng Junze's sudden invitation a friendly gesture, or did he have another purpose?