The Host is Clearly A Scumbag (Quick Travel)

Mingting deliberately left his words hanging, letting people's imaginations run wild.

The people on the street all pointed at Jiang Meimei, and one white-haired old woman even spat at her, making her so anxious she nearly burst into tears.

While Jiang Meimei's age is not too old, she's not too young either. In a couple of years, she'd be old enough to be matched for marriage.

But with Mingting making such a scene, how could she ever show her face in town again?

"Dahu?"

At first, Guihua had been furious at Mingting for twisting the truth, but when she heard the name Dahu, she froze, as she knew exactly who that was.

Over the past year, Jiang Meimei had often smiled at Dahu, the hunter's son.

Guihua had caught them talking together multiple times and even seen them coming down from the mountain together.

'Could it be that Da Niu and Dahu had secretly decided to spend their lives together?'

'If even Mingting, a child who had just arrived in Xiaohe Village, knew about this, then surely many people in the village were aware.'

Instantly, Guihua burned with shame and fury.

"You wretched girl! You are embarrassing!" Guihua grabbed Jiang Meimei's wrist and slapped her hard across the face, "Just wait till I get you home… I'll beat you to death!"

"Mom, Mom, I didn't do anything! He was talking nonsense! Mom, you have to believe me!"

Jiang Meimei covered her head, her face stinging from the slap.

She felt extremely wronged, 'Why did everything go wrong whenever Jiang Mingting was around? Was he some kind of natural-born nemesis sent to ruin me?'

Jiang Meimei hated Mingting with a passion.

"Aunt Guihua, what are you doing?"

Just when Guihua raised her hand to teach her daughter a lesson again, her wrist was grabbed by someone, who was a boy around fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Auntie, why are you hitting Meimei? What did she do wrong?"

"Dahu? You dare show your face here?!" Guihua was furious when she saw the person coming.

Over the past two years, Jiang Meimei had grown more and more beautiful. Guihua had been discussing with Jiang San the idea of arranging Jiang Meimei's marriage with a well-off family to secure a hefty bride price for their son's future.

Dahu is the son of an old hunter. His family lived high in the mountains. He has no farmland, no proper house, and no savings, relying entirely on hunting to get by.

'How dare he set his sights on Da Niu?'

"I'll teach you a lesson, you shameless brat!"

Guihua let go of Jiang Meimei and lunged at Dahu, clawing at him wildly.

"You are a toad lusting after swan meat! Stay away from my daughter! Let me make this clear, my Da Niu is not for the likes of you!"

Dahu was unwilling to fight back against a woman, so he ended up with several bloody scratches across his face in the blink of an eye.

He seemed to finally grasp what was happening.

Thinking of Jiang Meimei's usual hints to him and those blush-inducing physical contacts, Dahu dodged while earnestly declaring to Guihua:

"Aunt Guihua, I'll work hard hunting to earn a proper dowry to marry Meimei!"

His appearance and this confession were practically an admission of guilt.

Immediately, the onlookers burst into 'Oh my!'.

"It seems that the young man was right!"

"How shameless! If it were me, I'd have buried myself in the ground from embarrassment!"

Dahu's appearance didn't bring Jiang Meimei any relief. Instead, it pushed her further into despair.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Who said anything about marrying you?!" Jiang Meimei slammed into Dahu in a rage, "You're ruining my reputation! Are you going to force me to death?"

Jiang Meimei's furious look left Dahu utterly bewildered and hurt.

"Meimei, you were the one who asked to meet me in the grove and hugged me. I've been carrying the handkerchief you embroidered. Isn't that what you meant?"

Dahu pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket, embroidered with a single red plum blossom.

Now there's no denying it, as both the witness and evidence are present.

Jiang Meimei snatched the handkerchief and tore it to shreds, pointing at Dahu's nose, "Get lost! Get the hell away from me! I never want to see you again!"

Dahu couldn't understand why Jiang Meimei, who had always called him 'Brother Dahu' so sweetly, fussing over him, smiling at him so brightly, would turn on him and refused to admit it now?

As the good person who had exposed Jiang Meimei's true colors, Mingting had already slipped away the moment Dahu showed up.

This was what they called 'leaving without a trace after the deed is done, hiding one's merit and fame'.

[Hahaha, this is so satisfying!]

Seeing Jiang Meimei, who sucked people's luck, get her comeuppance, the System laughed so hard it rolled around.

After this incident, it knew Jiang Meimei probably wouldn't dare show her face selling cakes in town anymore, and she also couldn't take advantage of the luck of the people in the town.

Even if the amount of luck she stole today was small, what if one of those people was already down on their luck?

Losing even a little more could push them over the edge, maybe even cost them their lives.

In the System's eyes, Mingting's actions today were nothing short of a daily act of kindness!

[Boss, you're amazing!]

The System was full of admiration for Mingting. After a round of shameless flattery, it pestered him relentlessly to give it a proper name.

It really disdained to be associated with the rogue system and strongly demanded something unique, something that reflected its superiority.

"How about Fengtian? 'Fengtian Chengyun', may this name bring you good fortune." (T/N: Fengtian Chengyun actually meant acting on the mandate of Heaven or by the decree of Heaven.)

"Perfect! Fengtian it is! From now on, I am Fengtian!" The System was overjoyed.

Mingting no longer paid attention to Jiang Meimei.

He returned to the cloth shop, ate his meal, then spent the entire afternoon in the weaving workshop, utterly fascinated by the women's looms.

When Boss Sun saw this scene during his inspection, he was curious. Without any pretenses, he simply squatted down next to Mingting.

"Mingting, what are you looking at?"

"I've been thinking about something." Mingting pointed at the loom.

"There are water wheels in the fields to help people irrigate, and villagers also use water power to hull rice. So why isn't there a water-powered loom to help weave cloth?"

"As long as the river doesn't run dry, the water's power is endless, and we could weave cloth day and night. A water-powered loom wouldn't just improve efficiency, it would save labor and increase output, making a lot more money."

Boss Sun was stunned by Mingting's idea.

The Sun Family has been engaged in this business for so many years, but he has never considered such a thing.

"That… that sounds really difficult…" Even though he said that, Boss Sun was already hooked by Mingting's vision.

He felt that Mingting's logic was sound!

Shuanglian Town had abundant water resources. If they could harness water power for weaving, running the looms 24/7 without rest, they wouldn't just be weaving fabric… they'd be weaving a never-ending stream of silver!

The moment money entered the equation, Boss Sun's interest skyrocketed.

However, he had never heard of such a thing before.

'Did water-powered looms even exist in this world?'

Boss Sun couldn't help but voice his doubts.

"Everything starts from nothing."

Mingting said with a smile, "People used to live in caves, then slowly learned to build houses, weave cloth, make salt, cultivate fields, and raise livestock. Solutions are always invented by people!"