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

The people in Chunxing Village who got up early were immediately thrown into chaos when they saw bloodstains at the door of Wen Yan's house.

"Someone come! Someone's dead!"

"Someone come quickly, there is blood!"

Tao Shi came with a group of people and found that the person who died at the door of Wen Yan's house was Wen Nanfeng. He was surprised and said, "He...wasn't he in prison? Why is he back?"

"It's really Wen Nanfeng!"

The villagers gathered together and murmured. Tao Shi quickly asked someone to notify the government office. Then he shouted to the inside of the door: "Old Wen! Are you still there?!"

Wen Yan opened the door, "Father went to town and was delayed by something. He hasn't come back yet."

"Xiao Yan, you can be here too. What is going on? Why is Wen Nanfeng here? And he's dead?"

Wen Yan's eyes turned red, "Uncle Tao, you have to testify for me."

"I heard some noise outside the house last night, so I got up to check. I didn't expect it was Wang He and her daughter. They were beaten by Wen Nanfeng and wanted to trick me out. Fortunately, I was careful and asked my cousin to come back and stay for a few days yesterday. He knows some martial arts, so I was able to subdue him. Otherwise, what you saw today would be the corpses of our family of five!"

Tao Shi was horrified, "Then, what about Wang He?"

Wen Yan wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "I asked my nephew to take her to the town to see a doctor."

"Is Wang He injured?"

Wen Yan nodded, "But no one was killed."

"This Wen Nanfeng is really a scoundrel. He actually attacked this family of old, weak, women and children."

"Don't be afraid, Sister Wen, we are all witnesses!"

Boss Niu and Sister Niu were also in the crowd, firmly supporting Wen Yan.

As the sun rose, the officials finally arrived.

Also coming with them was Ma Wen Zheng, who had now resigned from his position as county magistrate and was no longer in office. He was concentrating on preparing for the imperial examinations at home.

Hearing that Wen Nanfeng came to see Wen Yan, he felt worried and followed him.

Wen Yan told the officer about her experience again. The officer obviously did not want to bother with her any more and just collected Wen Nanfeng's body and left.

Ma Wen was about to say something but stopped when he saw a tear on her cheek. The tear was crystal clear and Wen Yan's face was tender and delicate. His fingertips moved slightly and he couldn't help but reach out to wipe it.

But the face quickly moved away.

"Mr. Ma, please respect yourself."

Wen Yan spoke in a cold voice, looking at him scrutinizingly.

As if hurt by this look, Ma Wenzheng wanted to go further, "Wen Yan, I saw you that day and my whole heart fell on you."

The villagers were some distance away from Wen Yan, so she was not afraid of being heard. However, Ma Wenzheng deliberately chose such a far place to talk to her, which was a bit intriguing.

Wen Yan couldn't help laughing, and Ma Wenzhen's face turned red.

"Master Ma, let me ask you a question. You said this, but do you want to be with a widow like me? Do you mind that I have four children?"

Ma Wenzheng nodded: "I like you as a person!"

"Okay, let me ask you again. Does Magistrate Ma know what you are thinking?"

Wen Yan looked at him steadily, leaving him no way to escape.

"I don't know, but this has nothing to do with him. Who I like and who I want to marry are my own business." Ma Wenzheng touched his chest, "Wen Yan, I am sincere."

"I just want to raise a few children now, and I don't want to worry about emotional matters."

"I can wait!"

Wen Yan looked at Ma Wenzheng's stubborn look and shook her head, "Then I'll give you a chance."

Ma Wenzheng's eyes lit up.

"Arm wrestle with me. If I win, we can just be ordinary friends. If you win, I will promise you."

Ma Wenzheng's eyes lit up again and again. To him, this was no different from Wen Yan agreeing to him. As a grown man, how could he not be defeated by a little woman?

He held out his hand and said, "Come."

Wen Yan smiled and stretched out her hand to crush him.

Ma Wenzheng stared blankly at his aching wrist and said with a wry smile: "I thought you were giving me a chance, but I didn't expect..."

He trembled his lips and wanted to say something else, but in the end, nothing came out and he walked away dejectedly.

Wan Xuan, who had secretly seen this scene, made a face and said, "I don't want this uncle to be my father. It's too early to compete with mother in strength. This uncle may not even be able to beat me."

Wanhe imitated her and made a face.

Wen Yan stayed at home to look after the children. Not long after, Wen Yangu came back, so flustered that a button of his clothes was missing. He grabbed Wen Yan and looked her up and down for a long time, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that she was okay.

"Xiao Yan, I heard everything from the boss. I didn't expect that an old man like me would be deceived after living for most of my life."

Wen Yangu sighed and felt very guilty.

Wen Yan smiled and comforted him, "That Liu Yundu came here for Qing Huai. Even if you didn't bring him, he would find a way to come here. But you did do one thing wrong."

"What's the matter?" Wen Yangu asked hurriedly.

"Dong Ling told you at the beginning, but you didn't believe her. The child was deeply hurt."

Wen Yangu nodded repeatedly and began to think about how to talk to Wan Dongling.

Wen Yan estimated that this large group of people would be back around noon, and the meal for a large number of people would have to be prepared in a different way.

First, I made a big pot of rice. After it was done, I put it in a wooden barrel, covered it with a lid, wrapped it with a quilt, and placed it next to the stove. The temperature here was higher and it would not get cold easily.

A common big pot dish is sauerkraut stewed with vermicelli.

Fry the pork belly until oil comes out, then add in spices and stir-fry until fragrant.

After simple seasoning, add the squeezed-dry sauerkraut and slowly cook it into a large bowl, much bigger than a human face.

Stir-fry evenly, add a bowl of water and bring to a boil, then season slightly and add the sweet potato vermicelli and simmer.

"Mom! We're back!" As soon as Wan Xiaqing got home, she came over noisily, "What did mom cook? It smells so good!"

Wen Yan smiled and went out to take a look. Wang He and Aunt Wang, who had rushed over early in the morning after hearing the news, had all returned.

"Auntie Wang, come stay at my house with Wang He to eat today. Please move your table over here so we can put it together."

Aunt Wang waved her hands quickly. Her eyes were red and she had been crying. "No, Xiaoyan, this is too much trouble. I came here just to thank you..."

"Okay, don't be polite. Erbao, go and move it."

"okay."

Wan Xuan also ran out: "I'm going too!"

Wang He handed the child to Aunt Wang and went into the kitchen to help.

Wen Yan did not refuse. Wang He never liked to owe favors to others.

"Xiao Yan, thank you."

"What are you thanking me for?" Wen Yan lifted the lid of the pot, and the surging steam immediately covered the expressions of the two people. "If I were to say anything, I would have to say I'm sorry. Otherwise, you wouldn't have suffered this unprovoked disaster."

Wang He wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Xiao Yan, remember last time you said you would help me, do you still keep your word?"

"Of course." Wen Yan handed a large bowl of pickled cabbage and vermicelli to Wang He, "But, let's eat first, and we'll talk after that."

Wang He's stomach rumbled at the right time, and her face turned red with embarrassment. "Okay."

Two small square tables were put together, and the food in the pot was divided into two pots, one on each table.

The ten people ate enthusiastically, and in the end there was almost no rice and fried vegetables left.

Everyone was sitting on the stools chatting when suddenly there was a knock on the door. There was a hole on the door. When everyone turned around, they could see an eye appearing on the crack in the door, as if it was growing there.

The owner of the eyes stared at them and slammed the door: "Wang He!"