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

Wen Yan knew that her father had been moved by Tao Yunsheng's words.

You have to know that he has been a teacher for so many years. He had to give up this profession due to illness. Now that he is in good health, how can he stay idle?

After leaving the village chief's house, Wen Yangu has been worried.

Wen Yan returned to her room and counted the money she had on her. She found that she had only spent money but not earned money recently. In addition, she had just bought the inn for fifty taels of silver some time ago, so she only had twenty-one taels left.

After all the calculations for opening a private school, twenty-one taels is just a drop in the bucket.

Wen Yan took twenty taels of silver and walked into Wen Yangu's room: "Father."

Wen Yangu was squatting on the bed, looking for his pipe in the box beside the bed. He hadn't used it for a long time and didn't know where he put it. Seeing Wen Yan coming, he stopped looking for it. "What's wrong?"

Wen Yan placed twenty taels of silver next to Wen Yangu's hand and said, "Here are twenty taels of silver. Take it and use it first."

"How can I take your money?" Wen Yangu quickly declined, "You have so many children with you, and the inn also costs money."

Wen Yan smiled and said, "Why can a father give money to his daughter but not a daughter to his father? Besides, this twenty taels also includes the ten taels you gave me in the beginning. As for the rest, just consider it as my share. When you have money, you can give it to your daughter."

Wen Yangu knew her painstaking efforts. The money he could earn from running the school was actually very limited, and he really needed the money right now.

Wen Yan continued, "Besides, I have four children in total, and they are all waiting for you to teach them. This money can be regarded as paying tuition in advance."

Her smile was gentle and very warm.

Wen Yangu couldn't help but feel his eyes moist. He wondered how he could have such a good daughter. He stopped being hypocritical and said, "Okay, I'll take the money first. If you don't have any more money, tell me."

Wen Yan smiled and nodded.

She also had to find time to go to Xiahe Town and sell some of the ginseng and ganoderma. There were three ginsengs and five ganoderma in the space, which should be worth a lot if they were sold.

But Wen Yan didn't plan to take out all of them. It would be too conspicuous to take out so many things at once. It would be better to take out one or two first to avoid being noticed.

The next market in Xiahe Town will be on the third day of the first lunar month, so Wen Yan will have to wait for two more days.

The second day of the Chinese New Year is the day to visit relatives and friends, and every household is bustling with activity.

Wen Yan was preparing food at home when Wan Xiaqing suddenly came over to her stealthily and said, "Mom, guess who I just saw?"

"Who?" Wen Yan was serving the braised fish using only a piece of wooden board with a piece of cut green leaf on it. The fish looked very beautiful when placed on it.

"Wen Cuishu! She actually left with her luggage. Wasn't her husband already dead? Why did she go out to visit relatives?"

Wen Yan washed her hands, poked her forehead, and tilted Wan Xiaqing's head back. "You! How can you be so gossipy at such a young age?"

"I'm not gossiping! Mom, I'm just afraid that she will do something weird again. This is called knowing yourself and your enemy, so you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat!" Wan Xiaqing shook his head proudly.

Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Okay, Mom got it. Go see how the buns are going."

"Okay!" Wan Xiaqing ran out and ran back in, "Grandpa has packed half, and there is still half left."

Wen Yan nodded. She planned to make some Dongpo tofu and stir-fried assorted vegetables. There should be enough time.

Wen Yan's cooking skills have long been famous in Chunxing Village. Every household knows her good cooking skills. Every day, they can eat a bowl of rice just by smelling the fragrance of her cooking. Today, when she returned home, many new faces came and were also attracted by the fragrance, looking over here.

The first to be affected were Aunt Wang and her family who lived next door to Wen Yan.

Aunt Wang has only one daughter named Wang He. On the second day of the Chinese New Year, her daughter and son-in-law came back with the child, and she started busying herself with preparations a day in advance.

In the kitchen, Aunt Wang grabbed Wang He's wrist distressedly, which was covered with new and old scars. "He...he hit you again?"

Wang He pulled her hand back and continued cooking: "Mom, stop talking."

"It's all mom's fault." Aunt Wang's eyes were filled with tears. The child's father broke his leg while working and died a few years ago, and she herself had no support from her natal family, so no one could help her daughter.

Wang He forced a smile and said, "Mom, I'm used to it. Anyway, I'm still alive."

Aunt Wang suddenly said, "Aren't you good friends with Xiaoyan next door? Why don't you ask her for help? She sued her in-laws to the government before and won. She must have a way..."

It was really fun before.

Wang He lowered her eyes, remembering that before they got married, she had said that she saw Wen Yan's husband having an affair with the daughter of a wealthy businessman, and the two had a fierce quarrel. Since then, they have lost contact, so how could she suddenly say anything?

She thought Gui Peng was a decent person, but after they got married, she saw that there was no male child in Gui Peng's family, and her true nature began to show. She would beat and scold him at any time, and even did not spare the children. In recent years, she also got addicted to gambling, and she did not even go to work, but just took some money to gamble at home.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and Wang He's husband Gui Peng came back cursing.

"What a damn bad luck! She must be cheating. She actually won all my money." Gui Peng saw Gui Pandi playing in the mud in the yard and kicked her over. "Playing around, playing around, it's so dirty."

Gui Pandidi was only four years old when she burst into tears with a loud “wow”.

"Don't cry! If you keep crying, I'll smear your mouth with mud! It's you, little bitch, who's ruined my luck with your crying!"

Wang He came out quickly, took the child away, and coaxed him to another room. Even though she was angry, she dared not say anything because she was already scared of being beaten.

Gui Peng sat on a stool and said to Wang He as she was walking around: "I remember you were very close to the widow next door."

Wang He didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but it was definitely not a good thing.

He took a look at the food they had cooked and said with a sigh, "Look, it's New Year's Day and they're just eating brown rice porridge? The child is so young, how can it be nutritious? Go to the next door and ask for some meat buns, and exchange them for the steamed bread you made. They have money, they definitely won't care about such a small thing."

Wang He's face turned pale and red. What did they think she was? A beggar? Going to beg for food?

"I dont go."

Gui Peng glanced at her and asked, "Say it again?"

Wang He's face turned pale, his hands clenched tightly, and he still said firmly: "I won't go!"

How could she do such a despicable thing! Even if Wang He was beaten to death, she couldn't afford to lose face like this!

Gui Peng's figure was getting closer and closer, and Wang He suddenly felt that it would be okay for her to die at home.