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

As soon as the little donkey returned home, it was enthusiastically embraced by several children.

Wan Xiaqing only watched Qing Huai do it once and then he could ride on the donkey with ease. Wan Xuan and Wan He took turns riding on the donkey under Wan Xiaqing's supervision.

Wan Dongling said she was absolutely unwilling to ride a donkey, but couldn't bear Wan Xiaqing's help as she carried her on the donkey. She said arrogantly, "With your small body, I can beat ten of them by myself!"

By the way, he also showed a victory fist gesture.

It made Wan Dongling both angry and amused.

After playing for a while, Wen Yanzhi called the children inside to continue their studies.

Wan Xiaqing was unwilling to part with the donkey. She pouted and said, "Grandpa, I want to be a soldier when I grow up. I don't want to learn to read!"

Wen Yan laughed when she heard this and tapped her head: "Then let me ask you, do you want to be an unknown soldier or a general?"

"Of course, General!"

"When a general goes to war, you have to be able to command tens of thousands of soldiers and horses under your command, and you have to know the art of war. So let me ask you, what does 'stealing the beams and replacing the pillars' mean in the Thirty-Six Stratagems of Military Strategy?"

Wan Xiaqing scratched his head, as if he knew, but also as if he didn't know.

Wen Yan smiled and said, "With your limited knowledge, how can you use military tactics skillfully on the battlefield and control thousands of soldiers to win the battle?"

Wan Xiaqing got off the donkey and ran to Wen Yanzhi without saying anything to Wen Yan. "Grandpa, hurry up, let's go learn the art of war!"

"You little girl," Wen Yanzhi scolded with a smile, "you want to run before you even learn to crawl."

Now Wen Yanzhi's health is getting better and better, and the children are almost always around him. With such an old man taking care of them, Wen Yan has much less worries.

Two days later, Wen Yan saw Wen Cuishu and Wen Nanfeng walking out of the village together. Wen Cuishu was still crying as they walked.

When the two passed by Wen Yan's house, they smelled the aroma of meat. They cried even harder and their stomachs growled.

Wen Yan knew that this was because Mrs. Niu had done her job. When she felt better, she couldn't help humming a song.

Wen Yan sprouted the bean sprouts in advance last night. Unexpectedly, with the nourishment of the spiritual spring water, the basket of bean sprouts became juicy, crisp and tender.

What we are going to make today is fried chicken with bean sprouts, a very common farm dish, but today Wen Yan plans to make this farm dish a little more delicious.

When I was tidying up the space yesterday, I unexpectedly discovered that the housekeeper had grown a few pepper plants.

Wen Yan knew that chili peppers were already circulating, but everyone was still trying them out, and no one dared to serve them on the table. Today, I let the whole family try it. Because there were injured people, I only made it slightly spicy.

I also made a sweet corn and egg soup and served it with fragrant rice.

As soon as the meal was ready, Mrs. Niu came over happily. Seeing that they were about to eat, she said embarrassedly, "You guys eat first, I'll come later."

"Mrs. Niu, let's eat together." Wen Yan greeted.

Mrs. Niu had actually already had lunch, but how come the meal cooked by this Wen girl was even more delicious than the one cooked by her husband? "No, I've already eaten."

"Then have some sweet soup."

It was hard to refuse such a generous offer, and she was really greedy. Mrs. Niu sat down shamelessly, holding a bowl of sweet soup, and said, "Wow, can corn and eggs be cooked like this?"

Wen Yan smiled. She was also very shocked when she first drank it when she was out playing in her previous life, but it tasted unexpectedly good.

After the corn is ground into powder, its sweet taste will blend into the soup, the eggs are smooth, and with a few large corn kernels, the soup has a rich taste that melts in your mouth.

Mrs. Niu didn't mind the heat. After taking the first sip, she wanted to take a second sip. She drank it all in one gulp and looked at Wen Yan embarrassedly.

Wen Yan smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, this is the only bowl."

Looking back at the pot, the children had already divided it up.

Mrs. Niu blushed. She originally only wanted this one bowl, but this one was really delicious and left a lingering fragrance in her mouth. "If you were the chef of the Baijia Inn, I don't believe it would go bankrupt."

This is indeed a good idea. Wen Yan was worried about how to consume the food in the space. If she could open an inn or restaurant, wouldn't she be able to consume it?

The more I think about it, the more feasible it becomes.

Wen Yan's eyes lit up, "Sister Niu, did Brother Niu tell me how much the inn would cost to sell?"

"The deed to the shop is in the hands of the Yue family, so it is only rented and not sold... The rent for a year seems to be ten taels of silver." Niu Dasao reacted, "You want to rent it?"

"I'll think about it." Wen Yan didn't say anything, just said she would think about it.

Wen Yan's family also finished eating. Sister Niu felt like she had forgotten something again. She walked to the door and then turned back: "Sister, look at my memory. I came here to tell you that I have already done what you asked me to do last time."

"I saw it," Wen Yan said gratefully, "Thank you, sister-in-law. I'm not afraid of their family. I'm mainly worried that they will take advantage of my inattention and attack the children."

"They are all trivial matters. You didn't see it. When Wen Cuishu knew about this, her face turned green. Hahaha..." After talking for a while, Mrs. Niu left happily.

As for the matter of the inn, Wen Yan thought about it for two days and discussed it with Wen Yanzhi. They both felt that it was feasible. After all, one could not always make a living by selling ginseng. No matter how good something is, it would become worthless if there were too much of it.

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In the evening, Wan Xuan ran back from outside, covered in mud and with a gray face.

"Mother!"

"What's wrong?" Wen Yan caught the small cannonball, "Why are you running so fast?"

Wan Xuan pulled out a red and black mushroom from her arms, "I found ginseng too!"

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing and took it in her hand: "This is not ginseng."

It's not ginseng, but Ganoderma lucidum. Wen Yan was stunned, her tongue was about to get tied, "This is Ganoderma lucidum!"

What kind of blessing is Wen Yan? Her daughter is simply a gold nugget. The scope of use of Lingzhi is even greater than that of ginseng. It is really that God has mercy on their family.

Wan Xuan tilted her head, "Is Lingzhi good, mother?"

"Good! It's the best stuff!" Wen Yan didn't care about her dirty face and found a clean place to kiss her.

Wan Xuan hugged her neck and pointed to the other side of her face: "I want this side too!"

Wen Yan would naturally not be stingy.

Later, when no one was around, Wen Yan entered the space and handed the Ganoderma lucidum to the housekeeper for cultivation, and took the opportunity to count how many things were currently in the space.

Three hundred kilograms of refined rice, one hundred kilograms of wheat, and various vegetables ranging from one to fifty kilograms. All the ginseng has been planted and is now about twenty years old. The space is getting fuller and fuller, and Wen Yan almost has no place to stand when she takes inventory.

She held out a large winter melon and said, "Housekeeper, don't plant the vegetables yet. Let's cultivate the Ganoderma lucidum here."

Butler: "Okay, Master. When can I upgrade, I can plant more land and raise animals."

Wen Yan was a little embarrassed. She had never encountered anything that was mutually attracted to space, so she could only go with the flow. "We'll talk about it next time."

After leaving the space, she cut the winter melon in half and stewed half of it with pork ribs and corn. She called the eldest and second children who were playing at the door, "Keep an eye on the pot, keep it on low heat and don't let it burn out."

"it is good."

Take the other half of the winter melon and go knock on Mrs. Niu’s door.

She had specifically inquired about it before, and knew that Brother Niu was at home today, so she was going to ask Brother Niu to help her make connections regarding the inn.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I reached the door, I heard a quarrel inside.