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

The original owner's family was very poor. His father was a scholar and had worked as an aide to the county magistrate in the neighboring county. Later, because the county magistrate offended his superiors, he was dismissed from office and his property was confiscated. The original owner's father was also implicated.

Fortunately, he survived but his two legs were injured because he had been lying in bed for many years and suffered from various diseases.

In addition to the seriously ill father who needed care from the original owner's mother, there were also three young brothers and sisters who were crying for food.

As the eldest daughter in the family, if she had not been forced into a desperate situation, the original owner would not have sold her head and ruined her good life.

After leaving Prince Wang's house, Wen Meijiu found a deserted place, cleaned his face, and went home to meet the original owner's parents with a clean face.

On the way, she met someone and asked him. She found out that it was about 10 kilometers from here to Xishawang Village on the outskirts of the city. If she walked back, it would take her two hours at least.

Wen Meijiu had just walked a short distance when she felt hungry. Apart from drinking the bowl of poisonous porridge, she had not eaten or drunk anything today. It was a miracle that she had managed to survive until now.

There was a small restaurant with lanterns next to the busy street ahead, but after checking her body, she found that she had no money. Because she was afraid that Young Master Wang would change his mind, she was still wearing a thin middle shirt when she came out.

Although it is early spring now, the weather is still cold. Even though Wen Meijiu used to be a killer and has good physical fitness, he still can't withstand a small breeze.

Leaning against the wall next to him, Wen Meijiu closed his eyes and his consciousness entered his own space.

She discovered this space by accident.

It was a lie that Prince Wang knew how to disguise herself. As a modern killer, it was a necessary skill to apply makeup perfectly. The makeup bag and shaping mask in the space provided her with a lot of help.

The things in the space were things she kept when she left that world. A space as big as a basketball court was divided into two areas by her.

There was a tent in one corner, which contained her personal belongings and daily necessities.

On the other side are two large shelves and a computer desk.

The shelves were filled with all kinds of guns, ammunition, and multiple daggers; on the computer desk was still the most advanced consciousness computer of the 23rd century.

He passed by those treasures reluctantly, and finally Wen Meijiu went to the tent.

After rummaging around inside, he pulled out two sealed roast chickens, four cans of compressed food, and twenty boxes of instant foods.

Due to the nature of her job, she seldom cooks, so instant food has become her favorite.

Picking up one of the boxes, she added water into it. In less than five minutes, she was eating the delicious fish-flavored shredded pork rice.

After finishing the meal, she savored the taste for a long time before leaving the space with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

If she wasn't afraid that people in this world would think of her as a monster, she would have come out wearing her quick-heating clothes.

After eating and drinking, she opened the light bag that Prince Wang gave her. Inside was a set of clothes full of patches, which belonged to the original owner.

After putting on the clothes the original owner wore, Wen Meijiu perked up and continued on his way.

When she arrived at the west gate of the city, the gate had already been closed. She had no choice but to find a corner to lean against and wait until the gate opened at dawn.

After daybreak, Wen Meijiu hurried to Xishawang. Before she entered the village, she heard people in the village talking loudly:

"This morning, Mr. Wen from the east end of the village strangled himself to death with his belt."

"My family is so poor, the sooner we die, the sooner we will be reborn."

Some people talk without any hesitation, and their words are sharp and mean, without any sympathy at all.

Without bothering to curse, Wen Meijiu ran over, grabbed the gossiping woman by the collar, stared at her with wide eyes, and asked:

"Who did you say was dead?"

The woman was frightened and quickly turned around to look. After seeing that it was Wen Meijiu who was pulling her collar, she gasped and said:

"Your unlucky father, who else?"

After leaving the woman behind, Wen Meijiu threw away his arms and ran home as fast as he could.

The women behind him looked at Wen Meijiu's distant figure and made a burst of mocking sounds.

"Why did I hear that he wasn't dead?"

"Hey, it's because his wife couldn't bear to part with him, so she pinched his Renzhong point and brought him back.

If you ask me, it would be better if that scholar died. She still has some looks, and it would be better for her to find any man to live with than to live with a paralytic."

"Yes, the eldest girl in his family sold herself for the family's livelihood, and what was the result?

The money was snatched away by Mr. Wang, the debt collector, before he could even warm it up.

Mr. Wang also said that as long as his wife married him, the remaining debts would be written off.

The paralytic in his family is useless now, and I don’t know what that woman is still harping on about. She caused me to lose two taels of money as a matchmaker gift.”

"Yes, that's true. If you want me to go, I'll go. Can it be harder than it is now?"

He ran to the door of his house in one breath. He didn't have time to push open the broken fence gate. Wen Meijiu supported himself with one hand and jumped over the bumpy half-wall. He rushed to the middle of the yard and shouted at the half-open door:

"Mom, mom, I'm back!"

There was no sound in the low thatched hut. Wen Meijiu's heart began to beat wildly. Perhaps it was the memory of family affection left in her body by the original owner that made her extremely sad.

She had not yet repaid the original owner's parents for raising her, and the original owner's father passed away. She felt guilty.

"Mother...Mother...I'm back."

Unable to control herself, Wen Meijiu's voice became extremely choked, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

Suddenly, the wooden door of the thatched hut opened violently from the inside, and a dishevelled woman stood at the door, staring blankly at Wen Meijiu who was standing in the middle of the yard, a little unable to believe her eyes.

"Mom, I'm back."

They say that mother is at home. In the previous life, she was an orphan. She drank the warm wine. Suddenly, she felt a warm current surge in her heart. In this life, her mother was still there.

“Good wine!”

After loosening the door panel, the woman rushed towards Wen Meijiu and hugged her tightly in her arms. However, before her foot stepped out of the threshold, she seemed to remember something and forcibly stopped the action.

Eyelashes drooped, two lines of tears fell from the woman's cheeks, her hands grasped her patched collar helplessly, tugged and tugged, full of despair,

"Meijiu, our family is sorry for you. We sold you, but we couldn't cure your father's illness, and we have no money left."

Seeing the woman like a child who had done something wrong, Wen Meijiu felt distressed. He ran forward, hugged the woman and said:

"No amount of money can buy back Dad's life. I am a free man now. Why was Dad so cruel to abandon us and commit suicide?"

The woman shuddered, knowing that Wen Meijiu had heard the gossip of the villagers, and hurriedly pulled her away, looking into her eyes which changed from sadness to joy, and said:

"Silly girl, your father is still alive. Come, go in with your mother and take a look."

Wen Meijiu was pulled into the house. The light in the house was dim and it took her a long time to get used to it. She saw a skinny man on the bed in the corner. His hair was disheveled and his face was unclear. He was covered with a tattered quilt with cotton wool showing in some places.