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

She simply told Wen Yangu what had just happened, but she still felt uneasy.

Wen Yangu never thought that his brother would do such a despicable thing. He said in disgust, "When I was running the school, his family came here all day long and treated me with humility and respect. I never thought that I would be exposed just because I was seriously ill."

"It's a good idea to hire a security guard. Although it's a bit inappropriate in the countryside, the safety of the children is the most important. It's not good to have no one to help at home. Since you don't want to remarry, I have to get better quickly and help you share some of the burden." Wen Yangu gave Wen Yan a reassurance.

"Okay, then I'll go to town when I'm free."

Wen Yangu took out ten taels of silver from a small secret compartment at the head of the bed and said, "Take this silver for now. Dad has saved some over the years."

Wen Yan's eyes were filled with tears. When she got married, her father gave her all his savings as a dowry, fearing that she would not live well in her husband's family. Now he has saved so much, it must not have been easy.

In her original world, her parents died early, and she had always been dependent on others. No one loved her, and she had no idea that having someone to support her was such a good thing.

"Thank you, Dad. I will work hard to make money."

Wen Yangu touched her head and said, "Well, Dad believes in Xiaoyan."

"Mom! Something bad has happened!" Wan Xuan ran in from outside, her face pale, "Mom! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's wrong?" Wen Yan's heart suddenly started pounding, as if something bad had happened.

Although she was scared, Wan Xuan didn't dare cry for fear of delaying things. She pouted and said, "I saw, I saw my cousin carrying my second sister to the mountain!"

Cousin?

Wen Yan grabbed Wan Xuan's arm and asked, "Is this the one I saw at home a few days ago?"

Wan Xuan nodded and burst into tears: "Will Second Sister be in trouble? I don't want Second Sister to be in trouble."

Wen Yan expected her family to retaliate, but she didn't expect it to be so blatant. She calmed herself down and said to Wen Yangu, "Dad, I'm going to the mountain. If I'm not back by the evening, please ask the village chief to bring people up the mountain to look for me."

"No, it's too dangerous!"

Wen Yan was very calm at this time. Wen Nanfeng, that madman, was imprisoned for several years because he cut off someone's hand. If he saw so many people going up the mountain, he might do something to Erbao. Moreover, she was now as strong as an ordinary man. Even if she met Wen Nanfeng, she could resist him. After Erbao escaped, she would still have space and her life would not be in danger.

"Dad, you believe me."

Wen Yan's eyes were very firm, not impulsive, so Wen Yangu nodded and reminded her: "Be careful!"

Wen Yan went to the farm tool room and took out a sickle, then quietly put the shovel beside her into the space.

When she went out, everyone was looking at her, even her eldest daughter.

Wan Dongling said worriedly: "Make sure you come back safely."

Wen Yan nodded, and then walked towards Anshan. The mountain was not high, but it was not easy to find someone in it. If it was Wen Nanfeng, he would definitely take the person to a very dangerous place if he wanted to take revenge on someone. He would be happy to see others panic, regardless of whether Erbao could be rescued in the end.

Wen Yan was extremely glad that she had brought a sickle with her. After using the sickle to clean the road, it was much easier to walk. As the sun was setting, Wen Yan saw a figure approaching slowly. She hid behind a pile of dirt nearby and found that the person coming was Wen Nanfeng.

Wen Nanfeng was tall and much stronger than the average man. Wen Yan was not sure if she could subdue him now, so was she just going to let him go?

Give it a try or wait until next time?

These two thoughts jumped back and forth in Wen Yan's mind. Finally, when Wen Nanfeng passed by her, she changed the sickle into a shovel and hit him hard on the back of his head.

"Who?!" Wen Nanfeng suddenly squatted down and dodged.

The shovel was heavy and not flexible enough. Wen Yan immediately switched to a sickle, bent down, and chopped at his shoulder.

Wen Nanfeng screamed miserably, startling countless birds in the forest.

The rusty sickle sank into his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Wen Yan. He suddenly shouted angrily, "You bitch, how dare you hurt me!"

Wen Yan pulled back the sickle fiercely and pressed it against his neck. The blood splashed from the sickle and fell on her body. Her beautiful face suddenly looked like a demon. She approached the distance between the sickle and his neck again with an expressionless face: "I ask you, where is my daughter?"

"What daughter? I don't know." Wen Nanfeng grimaced in pain, but he smiled. He didn't believe that Wen Yan would kill him at all.

Wen Yan asked again: "Where is my daughter?"

Wen Nanfeng still smiled.

Finally, Wen Yan confirmed that the man in front of her was a madman, so she might as well kill him to eliminate future troubles. Anyway, this was ancient times, and it was just killing a person. The technology was so backward, as long as she did it well enough, no one would know it was her.

The smell of blood stimulated Wen Yan. She slapped Wen Nanfeng and stopped just as the sickle was about to pierce his throat.

She took out a rope and tied the man to the tree trunk.

Wen Nanfeng laughed, "I knew you wouldn't dare to kill me."

Wen Yan did not stop for him, "If Xia Qing has even a scratch on her body, I will make you pay double."

If her daughter died, she would definitely make her uncle's family pay with blood, but if Erbao was fine, she would never take the initiative to kill. This was her bottom line.

"You'll never find her!" Wen Nanfeng shouted behind her.

In the distance, the forest shook and the birds were startled.

Wen Yan looked over and a light flashed in her eyes. Look, isn’t this what she found?

Following the direction of the flying bird, Wen Yan saw a dilapidated hut, only one or two meters wide, filled with weeds and stones, and a cut rope. There seemed to be signs of a struggle, but no one was inside.

She quickened her pace when she got here, but in just a few minutes, Erbao must not have gone far.

Wen Yan looked at the ground and saw blood.

Wen Yan panicked and followed the trail of blood. She walked more than ten meters and suddenly a sword appeared in front of her. The cold blade reflected a chilling light.

"Mom!" Wan Xiaqing turned over from the side. Her whole body was buried in the dead leaves, and she could not be seen without careful observation.

"This is my mother. My benefactor, please put away your sword."

Only then did Wen Yan see the person standing next to her. He was a young man who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was dressed elegantly, his handsome face was covered in dust, and he had an abdominal injury that was still bleeding.

Since she had saved Wan Xiaqing, Wen Yan naturally couldn't just ignore him, but bringing one person down the mountain would be too conspicuous: "If you still have the strength, go down the mountain first. There is a house with blue bricks at the end of the village at the foot of the mountain. You can hide in there and say that Wen Yan asked you to go."

The young man looked at her deeply, then retracted his gaze and sheathed his sword, "Okay."

Although injured, the boy's body was still very stable, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to go down the mountain.

Wen Yan grabbed Wan Xiaqing's hand and asked with concern: "He didn't hurt you, did he?"