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

Late at night, Wen Yan was about to fall asleep when a call suddenly came from the silent room.

"Miss Wen..."

Wen Yan quickly opened her eyes and realized that the sound came from the space and quickly entered the space.

Why? It was clearly the housekeeper's voice, why did she call her name instead of the master?

Nothing in the space had changed, except for the appearance of a fairy-like white figure in front of the cottage.

The figure was that of a butler, but the clothes were not.

Wen Yan did not cover the sound of her footsteps. The butler turned around and still had the same appearance, but his eyes were lively, not like a dead object.

"Are you calling me?" Wen Yan stood two meters away from him.

"That's right," the butler said, smiling calmly, "It's me."

Wen Yan nodded.

The butler's expression remained unchanged as he said, "You must have a lot of things you want to ask me?"

Wen Yan didn't want to ask too much, so she just asked, "Are you going to leave?"

The butler looked confused. He had guessed that Wen Yan would ask about his background and origins and ask him for some benefits, but he never expected that she would ask him if he would leave.

He should have left.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Yan could probably guess something, so she asked the second question of interest: "After you left, is the space still there?"

Butler: “…Yes.”

Wen Yan was relieved.

The butler found that there seemed to be no space that was more attractive to Wen Yan. He smiled helplessly and said, "Nothing else you want to ask?"

Wen Yan shook her head: "If I ask, it should be just a strange story novel. I don't publish books, and I'm not a storyteller, so it's useless to ask."

This is indeed Wen Yan's temperament. Thinking of Wen Yan's current situation, the butler pondered for a moment, and then felt relieved.

One day in heaven is one year on earth, so it would not hurt for him to stay on earth for a few more years to protect his savior.

Having made up his mind, the butler reintroduced himself to Wen Yan: "My name is Zhongyan, nice to meet you."

...

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, the snow stopped.

Wen Yan pushed open the door and saw a vast expanse of white. Everything was silent and the only sound she could hear was the rustling sound of someone stepping on the snow.

Close your eyes and take a look into the space.

The housekeeper... that is, Chongyan was sitting leisurely in the space. All the crops in the space were growing, bearing fruit, being sorted and organized spontaneously.

Wen Yan retracted her gaze. Since the housekeeper claimed to be an immortal, she could figure out what the reaction of the abbot of Jinghua Temple meant. Who knows, Master Yuanyin really became a Buddha?

After all, in the mythological story, although Buddhism and Taoism are from different factions, they should be able to talk to each other, so they were able to give Chongyan the key to awaken his sanity.

With a lot of thoughts in her mind, Wen Yan's hands kept moving. Making delicious food always calms her mood.

The smoke rising from cooking fires is particularly noticeable in winter. The village is quiet with only occasional sounds of conversation, making life very comfortable.

In such a quiet environment, the sound of a carriage axle turning slowly sounded, breaking the atmosphere.

The knocking on the door was impatient, loud and forceful.

Wen Yan opened the door and found that the guy who came the day before was standing outside, and standing next to him was a burly nanny.

Madam Xu squinted her eyes and looked at Wen Yan. "Are you Wen Yan? Your mother's name is Yang Xiaojiao?"

Wen Yan's eyes lit up slightly. It was Yu'er who came: "I am, who are you?"

"I am from the Yang family, one of the four surnames in the capital," Aunt Xu said her name with great pride, and then said to Wen Yan as if giving alms, "Since you are the daughter of the Yang family, you are from my Yang family. Come with me to the capital. If you walk fast, you can still come back to celebrate the New Year."

In response to her, she heard the door close gently.

There was silence outside.

The number of people that Madam Xu brought this time was not many, but definitely not few, including two coachmen, four maids, and six guards, with the intention of bringing the people back.

But Aunt Xu didn't expect that Wen Yan was so bold that she didn't even take the Yang family in the capital seriously.

After Aunt Xu realized what was happening, she slammed the wooden door in front of her even harder: "Wen Yan! Don't you even want to give face to the Yang family in the capital?!"

Wen Yan opened the door and poured a basin of dirty water on Aunt Xu. She pretended to be surprised and said "Oh my!", "You haven't left yet? I thought someone was slaughtering a pig. I was so angry that I wanted to curse!"

Madam Xu pointed at Wen Yan. She didn't know how much oil was in the cold water. She felt disgusted and cold: "You...you just wait!"

"What are you waiting for? Beijing Yang Family? I've never heard of them. Who knows if you're a liar?"

Wen Yan looked at her with a smile, but she was not merciful at all, "Where is the evidence? Did the wealthy family in the capital let you come to pick me up with such a shabby carriage?"

There were two carriages parked in front of Wen Yan's door. One of them was well-made, but the other looked like it was made of broken wooden boards.

It is not known whether the Yang family wanted to intimidate her or whether this Madam Xu was greedy for the money.

Madam Xu's face turned pale and blue. Thinking of the task she had received, she couldn't help but force a smile on her face: "Madam Wen, I am here to pick you up sincerely. The environment in the Yang family is much better than here. Why are you angry with me?"

In response to her, there was the sound of a door closing heavily.

Madam Xu gnashed her teeth, stared at the wooden door in front of her, and cursed for a long while, "You have never seen the world! Pah! I think you are not worthy of staying in this poor countryside!"

The team of carriages left in disgrace without even entering the door, but Wen Yan knew that they would never give up.

This nanny seemed to really think that she was just here to pick up someone from the capital's dignitaries.

Wen Yan sneered. Want to suppress her? That would depend on whether they have the ability to do so.

Wen Yan estimated that it would take at least until after the Chinese New Year for the old lady to write a letter to the capital before receiving a reply. By then, her son would probably have prepared all the information for Wan Dongling to go to the capital, and he could go there then.

After closing the door, Wen Yan went to the kitchen, where Yang Xiaojiao was cooking.

But in just a few months, with Wen Yan's careful care, black hair had begun to grow from the roots of his hair. He looked plumper and more and more like Wen Yan.

"Xiao Yan, you're here." Yang narrowed her eyes, "Who was knocking on the door just now?"

Wen Yan smiled and said, "What a bunch of dogs."

"Xiao Yan is naughty."

The mother and daughter were busy in the kitchen. When the meal was almost ready, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Yan frowned. Could it be that group of people came back again?

He wiped his hands and went to open the door. The person outside was not Aunt Xu, but Chong Yan.

Dressed in white, she looks like an immortal.

He smiled and looked at Wen Yan: "Cousin, I'm here to see you."

Wen Yan:? What is this person doing?

Chongyan's Adam's apple slid, and he glanced at the stewed pork elbow that had just been served. "Cousin, are you eating? That's great. I haven't eaten yet. Let's eat together."

How... shameless.

Although she was shocked by Chong Yan's shamelessness, Wen Yan still moved aside to let him in.

"How did you get out?" Wen Yan was curious. She originally thought that if he wanted to get out of the space, he could only appear next to her.

Chongyan also whispered: "Just now when you were cooking, I sneaked out."

He pointed at the donkey and said, "I stepped on him to climb over the wall and get out."

Wen Yan glanced at the little black donkey that was neighing and complaining: "...Didn't you say you were an immortal? Can't you pass through the wall or fly out?"

"Although I am an immortal, according to the immortal code, I cannot use immortal magic at will, otherwise I will be caught and whipped."

Wen Yan digested his words and fell into silence as she looked at Chong Yan's back.

So, this immortal is useless in the end?

It would be better not to restore his memory, so that he can do whatever he wants. Now if you want to order him around, you may have to pay some other conditions.

Chong Yan had quickly greeted the other members of the Wen family, then grabbed a piece of pig's trotter and chewed it until his mouth was full of oil.

While eating, he did not forget to greet Wen Yan: "Cousin! Come quickly, it's delicious!"

Wen Yan: ...My eyes went dark.