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

"That's fine. But Master, this car must be made of good hard wood, otherwise it won't last long..."

The old carpenter had already considered Wen Meijiu's request. He not only told her what kind of wood to use, but also told her how to polish and paint it afterwards.

The old carpenter had already said so much, it would be a bit ungrateful for Wen Meijiu to make any further requests.

After finishing this matter, Wen Meijiu wanted to go to the market to see how his father's stall was doing.

"Sir, it's not time for dinner yet. You guys need time to disguise yourself. I'll go to the market to see my parents and then take you back with me. Is that okay?"

All the exploits had been taken, and Prince Wang's punishment was just a lot of noise but little action. Wen Meijiu was not that hot-tempered, and his words were much gentler at this point.

"can."

After getting the prince's consent, Wen Meijiu quickly said goodbye, left the shop, and went straight to the market.

"Sir, why are you doing this?"

As soon as Wen Meijiu left, Zhi Zheng secretly asked his master in private. He didn't understand why the young master would leave the good wine and food behind and go to an ordinary citizen's house to join in the fun.

Although his young master took a fancy to Wen Meijiu, he was not a lustful person.

Even when Princess Pingning, who had a distinguished family background and outstanding appearance, showed her goodwill to her master many times, her master remained unmoved, not to mention the worthless warm wine, not to mention the huge gap in their status.

"What do you think? She sold herself, where did she get the five taels of silver?"

Prince Wang's words awakened the dreamer, and Zhizheng suddenly realized what was going on, and whispered to himself:

"Could it be that the previous judgment was wrong?"

Before Wen Meijiu entered the mansion, her background had been investigated; after she was released, someone was sent to follow her, but there was nothing suspicious about her.

But she herself seemed like a different person inside and out. Not to mention anything else, just the way she acted in defending the young master today was not like that of an ordinary girl.

Although her attack style was not like that of any other school, her reaction was extremely quick and agile, and her moves were practical and accurate. Although it was only two moves, Zhi Zheng still saw it.

For someone who knows the young master's whereabouts, there is such an amazing change before and after, which makes people wonder if there is someone else behind her.

"Sir, you have a keen eye. It is indeed necessary to go and see where she comes from."

At this time, Zhi Zheng also suspected that Wen Meijiu's identity had been seriously underestimated.

"Don't make any noise."

Young Master Wang glanced in Bu Er's direction, and Zhi Zheng followed his gaze and understood instantly.

With a cold snort, Zhizheng couldn't help but curse in a low voice:

"He is also a blockhead, and his elbows are bent outward."

Prince Wang knew Bu Er quite well. He coughed lightly and said,

"Be honest, he has no bad intentions, get along well with him."

"Yes, son."

Zhizheng agreed immediately and no longer showed any dissatisfaction towards Buer.

**

There were not many people at the market. One reason was that it was cold, and the other was that the year was bad, so few people came to buy things.

Mother helped Dad spread some grass at the base of the wall, put a sleeping bag on him and put him outside, put a flat stone in front of him, and asked Jinxiang to look after him while she went to find work elsewhere.

Jinxiang helped her father set up the writing sign and arranged the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. She sat next to her father against the wall and chatted with him casually.

There had been no business for a long time, when finally someone came. He was not dressed much better than them, and he turned left and right. We confirmed that he was the letter writer, and he actually knelt on the ground in front of our father.

When Dad saw this, he asked Jinxiang to go and help the man up.

The man knelt on the ground and said in a choked voice that his old mother, who had depended on him for everything, had died. He wanted someone to send a letter to his uncle who lived far away to inform him of the death. Unfortunately, he was illiterate and had no money.

Jinxiang was afraid that her father would be soft-hearted. The ink, paper and inkstone all cost money. If she helped him, what would happen if others needed to write for her in the future?

"Uncle, don't cry here, crying is useless.

My family is in urgent need of money. If it weren’t urgent, my father would definitely not come out to set up a stall.”

"That's right. It's not easy for anyone. If you want to get a bargain, who will let you get it?"

The person who was speaking came from the opposite side and was also a letter writer for others, but he looked to be only a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The stubborn face was not very clean, he wore a tattered felt hat on his head, and the Confucian shirt he was wearing was obviously much bigger.

The man who had just come from his place to ask for help in writing a letter was harshly rejected because he had no money to give.

"Miss, please be kind. The dead are the most important. Please have mercy on me and help me write a letter. We cannot hold a funeral without my uncle. This is the custom here."

Jinxiang is young and doesn’t understand what is right or wrong.

She doesn't care about that. If everyone is like this, her family will have to pay for everyone. When will her family be able to turn things around?

Jin Xiang exclaimed:

"That's your family's business. You're already so poor, why do you still care about these nonsense rules?"

“Because we are poor, we can only abide by this rule.

My mother's greatest wish before she died was to see my uncle again. Now that she is dead, I don't know if this wish can be fulfilled.

"Woo woo woo..."

The man knocked his head to the ground, his voice was so mournful and long that it made people's hearts tremble.

The young man on the other side shouted:

"Little sister, don't believe him. If he is really filial, he should go and borrow money from others instead of begging you here.

How can you pay on credit for reporting a death?"

Jin Xiang wanted to say something, but the young man opposite her said it all. She moved her lips twice but said nothing and just watched the man cry quietly.

Dad was also very upset by the man's crying. Write it down. Everything Jinxiang said makes sense. This man doesn't give money, but he still wants to pay for it. The key is that his things are leftovers from the past, and he may not be able to afford to buy more.

The family is supported by the eldest daughter alone. He is the one who is supported by his daughter. What qualifications does he have to give things to others?

I won’t write it. Seeing others crying so hard and looking so pitiful makes me sad too.

I looked at the man for a few more seconds and saw that the cloak he was wearing was still clean even though it had two patches on it.

Think about it, my eldest daughter's clothes have been sewn and patched many times. If I take her home and have them altered, she should be able to make a decent piece of clothing.

"You can exchange this for me. If you agree, it's a deal."

Dad also felt that saying this was taking advantage of someone's misfortune, so he didn't dare open his eyes to look at the man.

"this......"

The man sat there thinking for a while, no one knew what he was thinking about.

Dad was getting impatient waiting, "If you don't want to, forget it."

"willing."

The man immediately stood up and was about to take off his clothes when he heard someone shouting behind him:

"What?"

The sound startled the man and he turned around to look at the person. After seeing the person, he immediately put his clothes back on.