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

Chapter 334 Retreating to Plan a Move

"Village chief, why waste so much breath on them? Just kill them!"

"That's right, daring to run wild on our turf, they have a death wish."

"I was really fooled by her voice just now, thinking it was the real person. Turns out she's an imposter. There's no need to keep an imposter around."

The calls to deal with the warm wine were incessant and varied.

This kind of situation would really scare most people.

The old man, known as the village elder, stretched out his hand and raised it, and the sounds behind him immediately stopped.

The old man didn't take Wen Meijiu seriously. He already knew from the way others addressed her that the village chief was the one in charge on Wen Meijiu's side.

Bypassing Wen Meijiu, the old man walked directly to the village chief, squinted his eyes, stood opposite the village chief, and put his hands behind his back.

"You are also the village chief, so you should know the difficulties I've faced with the villagers. No matter who promised to take this water away, not a single drop can be taken away."

"If you agree, you can leave; if you don't, you're not leaving."

The old man spoke with a rather defiant air, pointing his finger at the ground beneath his feet as if he wanted to punch a hole in the air.

The village chief looked at the young men who had come out with him, his wife, son, daughter-in-law, and Zhizheng and the others, and sighed deeply.

There were too many villagers and soldiers here; he couldn't afford to offend them. He had promised to lead everyone out to survive, so he couldn't let them perish here.

"Let's go."

The village chief pointed to the well and told the villagers to pour the water back into the well.

"Grab the buckets, let's go!"

The village chief gave the order, and everyone followed suit.

“You can leave, but you must leave the bucket behind; it’s the tool you used to commit the crime.”

The old man's lips curled into a ruthless glint as he spoke these words to the village chief, emphasizing each one.

The village chief was surprised, stared at him for a long time, and then said angrily:

“These buckets are ours. We’ve already paid those officials for the water. If you won’t let us fetch water, fine, but why are you keeping our buckets?”

"I've already said it, these are all tools used to commit the crime."

Brother, you're not young anymore, you should know how to navigate social situations and keep evidence of everything.

That old man spoke with such arrogance and self-righteousness that it was infuriating.

"Let's get out of here before the villagers make a move!"

He suddenly turned hostile, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and chased people away like stray dogs.

Zhizheng stood beside Wen Meijiu, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and asked in a low voice:

"Miss Wen, shall we make a move?"

Others may not know, but doesn't she know their background?

If she were to act now, with a group of fugitives at large, she feared that even her fellow villagers and herself would be implicated.

Wen Meijiu shook her head slightly. At the moment, her own people were at a disadvantage, so it was better to leave first.

Worried that the village chief might not be able to explain himself to the villagers because he had spent money, Wen Meijiu quietly went over.

Wen Meijiu whispered gently in the village chief's ear:

"Grandpa, as long as we're alive, we can always make a living. Let's go out first and talk about it later."

The village chief took twenty taels of silver from Wen Meijiu, plus ten taels from the villagers. This was a large sum of money. He hadn't expected the water to be so expensive. He thought that even if it was expensive, it was better than dying of thirst, so he took it upon himself to buy water. Now that he had ended up like this, he was too ashamed to face Wen Meijiu.

Extremely unwilling, the village chief stomped his foot, pounded his chest, and blamed himself:

“Our life-saving money has already gone down the drain, and they are still bullying us like this. I can’t stand it.”

When the old man heard the village chief say this, he turned around and made a sarcastic remark:

"You're already so old, yet you're not as sensible as a young girl. You've wasted your life."

These words really provoked the village chief. Suddenly, the old man's eyes lit up, his eyes turned bloodshot, his hands clenched tightly, and his elbows bent backward, as if he were about to rush up and tear the old man to shreds.

Seeing that things were not going well, Wen Meijiu quickly called out to Zhizheng, "Brother Zhizheng, Grandpa is tired, carry him back."

Zhizheng was a perceptive man. He took two steps forward, bent down, lowered his right shoulder, grabbed the village chief's two arms, and with a forceful lift, hoisted the man onto his shoulder.

The village chief was so old, he had suffered a lot and had never been mocked like this before. He was extremely upset and cried out on Zhizheng's shoulder, wanting to get down.

As the despicable old man wished, Wen Meijiu, fearing he might cause some trouble, walked in front to clear the way.

Her shoulders were taut, her back ramrod straight, like a wild grass stubbornly standing tall in a storm. Her originally somewhat frail figure now exuded a chilling aura.

"Step aside!"

Wen Meijiu stood in front of the surging crowd, pulled out her dagger from her waistband, and swung it into the air. It narrowly missed the old man's cheek, startling him so much that he took two steps back until someone helped him up.

With the old man gone, the remaining rabble immediately made way for him.

At this moment, a few strands of her hair were disheveled and stuck to her cheeks. She was filled with a murderous aura. Her once clear eyes still held a trace of ruthlessness, but the moment she looked at the old man, her mouth split open.

The old man trembled at the laughter and dared not meet its gaze again.

After Zhizheng left with the village chief and everyone else, Wen Meijiu slowly sheathed the dagger in her hand and clasped her hands in a fist salute to the old man:

"See you later."

The middle-aged men supporting the old man were clearly intimidated by Wen Meijiu's imposing manner, feeling both fear and anger, and retorted:

"What else is there to expect? A young lady shouldn't be confined to her quarters, wielding swords and spears. Be careful you won't be able to get married!"

Wen Meijiu couldn't help but sneer. She was giving them too much credit; they were just a bunch of cowards who only knew how to bully helpless disaster victims. They wouldn't last a minute in her hands.

Ignoring them completely, Wen Meijiu turned around and strolled slowly through the crowd, not even glancing at them.

"Village chief, look at her."

"This, this, this is too..."

"She's from out of town!"

Wen Meijiu disregarded these people, which greatly displeased the villagers, including the village elder, but he dared not do anything to Wen Meijiu.

I underestimated her before.

The old man straightened up, pushed aside the people on both sides, and put on the dignity and airs of a village chief, watching Wen Meijiu walk away.

"Father, what did she mean by saying 'see you later'?"

The two middle-aged men who were helping the old man were his sons, and they were still pondering Wen Meijiu's words.

"Who cares what she means? With officials guarding the village entrance for us, lowly people like her can't get in without money."

He was terrified just now, but he couldn't afford to lose face in front of the villagers.

The old man saw that Wen Meijiu was dressed in tattered clothes, and that the village chief was crying his heart out when he left, so he concluded that the group of people had run out of money.

If you don't have money, you can't even get into their village.