Transformed into the control group, relying on the spiritual spring space to feed four children

Wen Yan woke up at daybreak. She had slept uneasily and as soon as she closed her eyes she kept thinking of the scene of Erbao being kidnapped.

She sighed, got up quietly, and opened the door to see the boy she had saved yesterday practicing boxing in the yard. If Wen Yan hadn't known that his wound would never heal so quickly, she wouldn't have known that he was injured.

The young man put away his fist and thanked her: "Thank you ma'am for saving my life. Qinghuai will definitely repay you handsomely in the future!"

Wen Yan smiled slightly and said, "You also saved Erbao... Can I just call you Qinghuai?"

"nature."

"Then don't call me Madam, just call me Aunt Wen." Wen Yan asked again, "Are there any food taboos?"

“No taboos.”

Wen Yan nodded and went into the kitchen. She had recently harvested a new batch of edamame in the space, so she took out a pound of it to fry today.

The green edamame are plump and shiny, almost as big as a fingernail, and very tender.

Add a little oil to the pan, add the peeled edamame, and fry over low heat until cooked. Take out the edamame, add garlic and chili, and stir-fry together with the edamame. Soon, the aroma spread from the kitchen, and footsteps were heard from the surrounding houses.

Such a nice smell! Who can sleep?

In addition to the porridge, Wen Yan also put five small potatoes in the porridge and cooked them together as the staple food to change the taste for the children.

When Wen Yan came out of the kitchen, the whole family was already dressed and washed.

It's just a dish, how delicious can it be? Qing Huai sneered. He grew up in luxury and had eaten all kinds of delicacies. However, the food cooked by Aunt Wen was indeed delicious.

Qing Huai sat at the table and put a bean in his mouth. The aroma of bean and garlic blended very skillfully on the tip of his tongue, and the more he chewed, the more fragrant it became.

Qing Huai's eyes lit up again and again, faster than anyone else at the dinner table.

Wan Xuan was so anxious that she was about to cry. She was small and could use chopsticks but she was not fast at it.

Wen Yan saw through it and scooped a full spoonful for her, "Eat it."

Wanhe pushed his bowl, indicating that he wanted some too.

Wen Yan also gave him a spoonful.

Finally, a large plate of edamame was eaten, ending the first meal of the day.

Qing Huai sat on the chair, touched his round belly, and wondered if he was possessed by a ghost as he was actually snatching food from a group of children.

The job of washing dishes has always been given to the children, but Wen Yangu has almost recovered recently, so he insists on cleaning the yard in the morning to exercise himself.

Wen Yan and Qing Huai were the only ones left in the room. She had an idea in her mind and had to listen to Qing Huai's opinion. "Originally, I wanted to hire a security guard because I had provoked my uncle's family. But if you stay here, I can guarantee that my family won't tell anyone, but I can't guarantee the character of the person I hire."

"I want to discuss something with you. During the time you are recovering at the Wen family, you will be responsible for protecting our family. I will call you a relative of our family. My eldest cousin and his family are not good people, but their fighting ability is not too high. Even if you are injured, it is enough to protect us."

Wen Yan paused for a moment, then smiled softly and said, "It's okay if you don't agree, we can find another way. You are Erbao's savior, and I will make sure you recover from your injuries before you leave."

This was not a big deal. Qing Huai had seen many people asking for money and power, but this was the first time he had seen such a simple request. He was about to agree, but hesitated for a moment and said, "I... after I recover from my injury, can I still come to eat?"

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing and said, "Of course." He is still a child after all.

Just pretending is not enough. In order not to expose his identity, Wen Yan gave him clothes that Wen's father wore when he was young, even with two small patches, and painted his face gray. At first glance, he really looked like a native of the village. When Wan Xiaqing saw him, he laughed at him, but in the blink of an eye, he was knocked to the ground by Qing Huai.

But Wan Xiaqing was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at him with admiration: "Do it again!"

At the end of the fight, she simply called him "Master" and asked her to teach her the secrets of martial arts.

Wen Yan watched them play for a while, then went back to the house, put on her backpack and prepared to go to the market. As soon as she went out, she ran into Niu Cuihua who was carrying a bunch of tools.

"Sister Wen!"

"Why are you here?" Wen Yan was confused. It was only the second day, it was impossible that all the clothes had already been made.

Seeing that she was about to go out, Niu Cuihua hurried over and said, "I'm here to measure your size. I wanted to come yesterday and measured the cloth for a while at home, but it was a little late, so I didn't come to disturb you."

Oh yes, Wen Yan was so busy that she forgot. How can I make clothes without measuring the size?

So he took her to measure the whole family one by one. After all the trouble, another half an hour had passed.

After the measurements were taken, Wen Yan pulled Niu Cuihua and said, "It just so happens that I'm going to buy some silk cotton today. You know about this, how much would be appropriate to buy?"

"Cotton?" Niu Cuihua was a little surprised and stammered, "Cotton seems to be 500 coins per pound now. If I want to make six pieces of clothing, I need at least 10 pounds of cotton."

So expensive!

Wen Yan thought about her purse, which only had a few hundred coins left!

If we add the ten taels of guarantee money given by Wen's father, it would be enough, but this is the guarantee money given by my father.

Seeing that Wen Yan was in a dilemma, Niu Cuihua continued, "Why don't you just buy some old cotton wool, or hemp wool..."

Wen Yan nodded, "Okay, I'll go to the market and take a look."

After she said that, Niu Cuihua didn't believe that she could really afford to buy so much cotton, so she said goodbye and went back to make clothes. In order to let her concentrate on making clothes, she didn't even have to do housework recently, she just had to do this.

It was still early, and Wen Yan planned to walk to the town. If she walked quickly, it would only take half an hour to get to the town.

It's almost the tenth month of the lunar calendar, and even three layers of clothes can't keep out much of the cold. I still have to buy cotton, and I've always wanted to buy a chick to raise, but I never got around to it.

Every time I passed the city wall of Hexia Town and wanted to go to the market, I would inevitably pass by a very famous medical clinic - Zhongjingtang.

Hexia Town is the richest place nearby. A few decades ago, the Yue family dominated the market, while the Wan family has only risen in the past decade. Now, almost 80% to 90% of the shops in Hexia Town are controlled by the Yue and Wan families, and all independent vendors have to serve them well.

Only Zhongjing Hall has two old imperial doctors in charge, and no matter who comes, they have to be respectful.

However, the doctors in Zhongjing Hall are also top-notch medical skills, otherwise people would not be convinced.

Wen Yan put the ginseng in the backpack, stepped into Zhongjing Hall, and asked the young doctor who was dispensing medicine, "Do you sell medicinal herbs here?"