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

Chapter 331 Each for Their Own Good

That makes sense. Taking this wooden hairpin means she won, and she also gets five taels of silver. Why think about such unnecessary things?

"Thanks."

She readily took the wooden hairpin from his hand, quickly stuffed it into her pocket, and turned to walk towards the puddle at the bottom of the riverbed, where she could easily reveal the true location of the water source.

That's great. She came down from up there, and Young Master Wang also came down from up there with a light heart.

They were still arguing, and no one could win.

Just as Wen Meijiu was about to step forward to stop him, Young Master Wang reached out and stopped her.

"Don't you think their argument is quite interesting?"

Wen Meijiu's lips twitched slightly, disagreeing with him. She had never seen anyone talk about arguing so easily and naturally.

However, as the argument continued and the topic inevitably turned to her, her desire to mediate suddenly vanished.

She figured she was no match for Art in an argument, so she stood by with her arms crossed, watching the show.

"She was just lucky to find a water source. If she hadn't, you probably wouldn't even have the courage to talk to me. What face do you have to say that everything is up to your sister?"

Art raised his eyebrows, puffed out his chest, and took a step forward, forcing Art to take a step back, a smug expression on his face:

"What's that saying again? A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent. How come it's become immoral in your eyes?"

Still, she immediately sensed something was off; Art was calling her incompetent and immoral. Her eyes widened, and she felt anger radiating from her ears and nostrils.

"Who are you calling immoral? What talent or virtue does she have? Tell me!"

Art enjoyed seeing someone still angry but unable to do anything to him; it was satisfying to watch. He didn't rush to answer, but slightly turned his body, raised his chin, and declared defiantly:

Whoever is immoral, only they know.

If not, why would they be so self-aware and willingly come to pick up the insults? This isn't a voluntary admission; it's a precise identification of their own position and a self-assured response.

"Yeah!"

She was absolutely furious. If it weren't for her status and her deep knowledge of "Admonitions for Women," she would have cursed and hit someone.

"You, you..."

With one hand on her hip and the other pointing at Art, she was still filled with hatred and anger, not knowing what words to use to describe Art in order to vent her anger.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Speak up! You've had a stutter since you were a child, why didn't you go see an experienced doctor?"

The angrier she got, the more excited Art became, teasing her with ease.

"You, you brute, you bastard!"

"She's swearing, everyone's watching. Our Yiran is jealous that my sister found the water source and won the competition, so she's started swearing."

Seeing that the villagers had all arrived with buckets, basins and other tools, Ate, who was particularly good at exaggerating things, immediately called on everyone and combined different things into one story for them.

“Miss Yiran, you can’t do that. Whoever finds the water source is our benefactor. We can’t just curse them.”

The unsuspecting old woman came running breathlessly to get water. Upon hearing this, she immediately knew which side to take and turned to criticize Yiran.

"No, I was talking about him, not Miss Wen."

Because she had her back to everyone earlier, she only realized now how many fellow villagers had come. She panicked immediately, as these people were all from Wenmeijiu's hometown.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, and her tone immediately changed.

"You're lying. You just said my sister found a water source by luck. If you're so capable, why don't you find one by luck yourself?"

The situation was very favorable, and Art seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

“Miss Yiran, what you’re saying is not right. If finding a water source were really that easy, then so many people wouldn’t have died on the road. You really are something else.”

The old woman only spoke halfway, unwilling to finish her sentence, she shook her head and went to fetch water, for that was the important matter; her family was waiting to cook.

“Miss Yiran, you are mistaken. Sister Meijiu found the water source not by luck, but because she is knowledgeable and experienced in life.”

You don't know because you've been pampered and spoiled since childhood. You have no idea what we ordinary people from the countryside have experienced.

You can go without food or water, but please don't badmouth Sister Meijiu's contributions, please!

As soon as the old woman left, Zhongyong took over, afraid that the old woman's words might not have been strong enough to make Yiran feel too bad.

Wen Meijiu is now his hero, not someone that just anyone can trample on.

As he spoke, his eyes didn't miss Yiran either, scrutinizing her from head to toe with disdain, and pointing and gesturing with his hands from time to time.

"Enough! Who gave you the right to speak?"

Her cheeks were still puffed up with anger. What, was she a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs?

One by one, they all came to criticize her, like a tiger unleashing its power, thinking she was a sick cat?

She raised her chin and adjusted her wide sleeves, displaying her own pride and not tolerating any criticism of her.

“Your Miss Wen comes from the countryside and has been working with the soil since childhood, which is why she knows these unorthodox methods. If it were me, having been educated and taught etiquette since childhood, I would naturally not pay attention to these trivial matters in the fields.”

As she spoke, she raised her hand to wipe her forehead, her tone carrying a hint of contempt, "Fortunately, we found water, which solved our immediate problem. However, lying on the ground digging through rubble and mud with our bare hands is ultimately a loss of the dignity a young woman should have."

"Decent?"

Before Zhong Yong could continue speaking up for Wen Meijiu, others had already crowded around and launched a barrage of criticism against her.

“What dignity do you have? If it weren’t for the fine wine you’re fed, you’d probably still be begging on the roadside right now.”

"You're so dignified. Just stand here dignified. Don't eat a single bite of the food and drink the wine we've prepared for you."

"For those who care about appearances, I'll have the father of Meijiu write the word 'appearance' on your neck later. It can even fill your stomach."

"Yes, that's a good idea. But you have to give me a hundred taels of silver first. Erlang's calligraphy is very valuable. If you run out of money, you can sell yourself into her family as a maid."

"You people are absolutely insane!"

"Once we reach Donghai County, you'll know who I really am. Who knows who'll be whose maid then?"

The village women wouldn't say anything nice; if they started gossiping about someone, no one could withstand it, and Yiran was no exception.

She still stood with her hands on her hips. She couldn't stand living like this for even a day longer. If she revealed her identity, these people would have to prostrate themselves on the ground and worship her.

"Who exactly are you? Tell us."

"That's right, stop hiding it, let me see it."

"You scared me to death! Tell me, tell me!"

The angrier she got, the more enthusiastic the villagers became, as if they were afraid she wouldn't be able to come up with something convincing. If she were as noble as royalty, how could she be mingling with them?

"I'm……"

Before she could speak, someone suddenly grabbed her back, causing her to lean back and her legs to involuntarily lurch backward...