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

Chunxing Village... Wen Yan thought about it in her mind. It should be a sparsely populated village. Her father was the only teacher in the village and was always highly respected. Therefore, Wen Yan had always had a good status in the village since she was a child, which also led to her arrogant character.

Unfortunately, my father’s health deteriorated later and he stopped teaching.

If Wen Yan wanted to grow things in the space, she would need land resources. Of course, she could live directly in the town, but it would be too eye-catching to take food out of the space without planting all day. Besides, she didn't have enough money to buy a house.

Going home, taking care of her father, raising children, and farming, Wen Yan felt it was a wonderful thing just thinking about it.

Having made up her mind, Wen Yan was also extremely tired and slowly fell asleep.

The next day, she slept until she woke up naturally. Several children woke up earlier than her. When she opened her eyes, the children were already dressed and were combing each other's hair and washing their faces.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Wan Xuan blinked her big eyes, walked to Wen Yan, and took hold of her clothes with her little hands and shook them gently.

Among these children, the eldest is pretty, the second is heroic, and the third is the cutest. Wen Yan touched her head and said, "Wait for mother to get dressed."

After getting dressed and packing her luggage, Wen Yan went downstairs to pay the bill and asked the boss, "Boss, I want to go to Chunxing Village. Do you know how to get there conveniently?"

"Chunxing Village. It's not far away, but it's a bit far..." The boss thought for a moment, "I remember my chef is from Chunxing Village. I'll ask for you."

"it is good."

Not long after, a burly man came out from the kitchen. He ran over cheerfully and said enthusiastically, "You want to go to Chunxing Village, right? You are lucky to come here today. There is an oxcart coming to Chunxing Village to deliver goods. You just need to follow his car. We charge you per person, one cent per person."

Wen Yan nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you."

The two chatted for a while and found out that Wen Yan was Mr. Wen's daughter. Boss Niu was surprised. "What a coincidence! I am also Mr. Wen's student... But I can't really say. I just stood outside the window and listened to a few words. I roughly recognized a few words. But I heard that Mr. Wen's daughter married into the Wan family... Is she coming home to visit?"

Wen Yan raised her hand to push the hair behind her ear and smiled bitterly: "My husband died, and my in-laws thought I was unlucky and kicked me out of the house." After all, this matter would spread throughout Chunxing Village sooner or later, so Wen Yan did not hide it.

Boss Niu was a little embarrassed after hearing this, "Sister, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to ask."

Hearing that Wen Yan wanted to order some food and eat while she was waiting, Boss Niu volunteered to put a lot of stuff on her noodles.

There were four bowls of pork noodles in total, one for Wen Yan, the eldest and the second child, and one for the two youngest children. While eating, the children were secretly looking at her.

Even Wan Xiaqing, who was always brave, only dared to secretly look at her. He whispered to Wan Dongling, "What's wrong with mother? She wants to take us to Chunxing Village? Isn't it said that this place is poor and stupid?"

Wan Dongling shook her head and lowered her eyes, thinking, as long as she is not sold to that kind of place, it will be fine.

Neither the eldest nor the second oldest is close to Wen Yan.

But the third child, Wan Xuan, smiled widely at Wen Yan and said in a baby voice, "Mom, where is Chunxing Village?"

"It's my mother's family, let's go find grandpa." Wen Yan touched her head. After all, she was young and easy to open up. As for the others, she should find a time to talk to the eldest brother first. After all, she is here now and hopes that the family will be harmonious.

Not long after, Niu Lao Da came over and said that the ox cart would be here soon and asked them to wait at the back door of the inn.

"Mom, can I hold your hand?" Wan Xuan stood beside Wen Yan, looking at her eagerly.

"Sure." Wen Yan suppressed the smile on her lips and said in a steady voice.

Wan Xuan put her small hand into Wen Yan's hand. She felt so warm. Her mother's hands were always warm, but she never held hers. But now her mother was willing to hold hers. Did it mean that her mother began to like her?

Wan He, who had never said a word since Wen Yan came through from behind, raised his head and looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on their clasped hands. It was unknown what he was thinking, and he quickly lowered his eyes again.

"Dong Ling." Wen Yan called the boss.

The child is now ten years old and has his own ideas. He must feel very uncomfortable watching his mother sell him to a brothel.

Hearing Wen Yan calling her, Wan Dongling raised her head, looked at her, and then quickly lowered it.

Wen Yan didn't force her to be intimate with herself now, she just wanted the child to be at ease first: "Dong Ling, I was carried away by what happened before, but I promise you that this kind of thing will never happen again. Not only you, but also the others, I will raise you well."

There was another silence in response to her. Just when Wen Yan thought she would not receive any more replies from the eldest brother, she heard a small "hmm". Wen Yan felt relieved. Finally, the mother-daughter relationship between the original owner and these children could be saved.

Since she has become their mother, she is a family. And she, a lonely soul, has traveled here, and these children are her only hope.

The oxcart is coming.

The old man driving the cart saw that she brought four children with her and only asked for three copper coins. The cart was bumpy, but Wen Yan felt relieved. She was really going to start living here, and she was the mother of four children.

We finally arrived at Chunxing Village at noon. It was lunch time and smoke was rising from every household.

Following his memory, he came to a familiar door. It was a house with blue bricks and black tiles, four rooms and a courtyard. Even in the town, it was considered a decent house. This was because the original owner's father was a teacher and had taught many scholars, so he could live in such a house.

Pushing the door open, Wen Yan shouted, "Dad! I'm back!"

Soon footsteps were heard from the kitchen. It was a woman.

Wen Yan found the person who matched her memory, "Cousin?"

Wen Cuishu also recognized her, with an awkward smile on her face: "Isn't this my cousin? Why are you back now? You didn't even tell me in advance."

At this time, other people who heard the sound also came out.

My uncle Wen Shijian, my aunt Liu, my cousin Wen Nanfeng, my cousin Wen Cuishu, my uncle's whole family is here.

But his father was missing.

In her memory, her uncle's family was not only very respectful to her father, who was a teacher, but also praised her. She looked kind and honest, but for some reason, she stood in her father's yard and confronted her like the master of the house.

Uncle Wen Shijian smiled and said, "Your father is inside. He is sick, so he didn't come to pick you up."

Wen Shijian pointed to a small house next to it, which was originally the room for storing farm tools. It was small and dark, without even a window.

Wen Yan's face darkened and she walked quickly towards the room.