I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

Dashun covered his face and shouted, "Village leader, I did not betray you, please let me know!"

The village chief snorted, waved his hand and had him dragged away, and said in a calm voice: "Deal with him."

The people in the village dragged the man away, and Dashun kept begging for mercy.

Song Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly. The actions of the village chief did not seem like that of a man who could not control the people in the village. She opened her red lips slightly and said, "I heard that the village chief was a famous general in the imperial court. I wonder why he became the master of this mountain village?"

"You are just a pretty village woman, how dare you ask about my background?" The village chief looked fierce and sneered, "Why? Are you bringing this group of people here to join me?"

Song Wanqing curled his lips into a smile, playing with the dagger in his hand. The morning sun shone on the blade, creating fragmented light.

She walked lightly, put her left hand on the village chief's shoulder, raised her clear eyes slightly, met his playful gaze, and said lazily: "Submission?"

The dagger turned, and the wind blew past, stabbing into his back. His voice was as cold as ice, and he whispered: "No, it's not as easy to surrender as to kill you and take over."

Being stabbed unexpectedly, the village chief was furious. He grabbed Song Wanqing's arm and was about to throw him to the ground. He said sternly: "Since you don't cherish the opportunity I gave you, there is no need to keep you."

There was a flash of sarcasm in Song Wanqing's eyes, and he restrained his smile. He jumped up from the ground, stepped hard on his shoulder, and pressed him down heavily. Then he slashed with his knife, and the village chief was injured again.

"You bastard!" The village chief cursed with fire in his eyes.

"Hey~ don't be anxious. It's not whoever has the loudest voice who will win." Song Wanqing chuckled, but the attack in his hands became more and more fierce.

"A bunch of useless people, what are you just standing there for? Come on! Kill them all!" The village chief was furious.

When the bandits in the village heard this, they hurriedly picked up their swords and slashed at the villagers behind Song Wanqing.

The villagers showed no sign of weakness, they picked up their swords and walked forward desperately, as if they wanted to vent all the hatred in their hearts.

During the fight between Song Wanqing and the village chief, he did not forget to release the farming children to join the battle, and for a while the bandits were at a disadvantage.

Some people saw that the farmer was so strong that they couldn't get close to him. Seeing that there was no one behind Song Wanqing, they had an idea and rushed towards her, raised their swords and shouted, "Village leader, I'm here to help you!"

"Ugh!" Before he could get close, the man was stabbed in the chest. Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth. Looking back, he saw a man looking at him with cold eyes, with anger between his brows.

"Hurt her and she will die." Cheng Qian'an drew his sword, and blood gushed out, staining his cheeks and sliding down his clothes like a ball.

The man's head tilted and he died.

The two had been facing each other for a long time. Song Wanqing fixed his eyes coldly and said sarcastically, "The road to the underworld is long. You should get going now!"

The blade reflected white light, and a thin line of blood appeared on the village chief's neck. He opened his eyes in disbelief, covered his bleeding neck and stepped back. He opened his mouth but no sound came out.

"Ah...ah..."

"Bye~" Song Wanqing raised his leg and kicked hard, and his slender white hand swayed leisurely.

Looking at the corpse of the village chief, Song Wanqing lowered his eyes and sighed: "My heart is as cold as a fish that has been killed for forty years."

She had a determined, heavy look in her eyes.

If her identity and situation destined her to take this path, then strengthening herself as soon as possible is the best choice!

Once the village chief was defeated, countless bandits surrendered.

"Please let us go, young lady. We are willing to work like slaves for you to atone for our sins!"

"I was forced to do this for a living. We have been oppressed by the village chief. Today, the young lady got rid of this scourge and really saved us. You are very kind to us!"

"As long as the girl doesn't kill us, we will listen to her!"

Song Wanqing glanced at them and asked calmly, "Where is the person you are holding?"

"I know, I know! I'll take the girl with me." The bandit nodded and flattered.

"Lead the way." Song Wanqing nodded.

This time no one dared to do anything tricky, and all the trapped people were quickly released.

With tears in their eyes, they knelt down to express their gratitude.

"We will never forget the girl's kindness!"

"We have no home. If you don't mind, we will stay and work for you."

"Yes, we have been locked up for too long. I heard that there has been a war outside. Even if we get out, we will probably die." Someone cried with despair in his eyes.

Song Wanqing frowned slightly, looked around at everyone, and said, "If you want to stay, you can."

Cheng Qian looked at her, doubt flashed in his eyes, and said: "Madam, do you want to stay in this village?"

"Yeah." Song Wanqing blinked at him with lively eyes and analyzed: "I just thought about it. If there is war everywhere today, even if we move the village now, I don't know how many disasters we will encounter along the way."

He added: "Instead of doing something that is uncertain and destroying the village, it is better to stay in this mountain village for a while. It is worse than being displaced. What do you think?"

Cheng Qian'an's eyes were clear. Seeing that Song Wanqing's analysis was very logical, he readily agreed, "Okay, my lady, I will go together!"

The people around naturally heard what Song Wanqing said. They looked at each other, and soon began to discuss among themselves. They seemed to be troubled by the current situation. Most people felt that what she said made sense. Even if they moved the village now, the risks would still be very high.

The food they could bring on the road was limited, and they were easily robbed by others. Their village had a good harvest this year, and even though they gave the government 5,000 kilograms of grain, they still had a lot of grain left over from previous years, enough to sustain them for a while.

But I don’t know how much food there is in the village, how long it can last, and how long this war will last. But no matter what, Madam Song is a martial arts master, and it was she who proposed the method to increase grain production. If I can follow her, then the future will not be without hope!

After everyone finished discussing, they made a decision immediately, and someone stood up and spoke to Song Wanqing.

"Madam Song, we are willing to stay in the village with you and rebuild the village!"

"Yes, the village has been destroyed, and many people have learned the way to enter the village. We can't stay there anymore. We have seen Madam Song's abilities in the past six months, so we all want to follow you!"

"Yes, we all want to stay, but we're afraid of holding Madam Song back and causing trouble for you."

Song Wanqing's eyes flashed with surprise, and she smiled lightly, "Since everyone wants to stay, then let's rebuild this village together."

"From now on, I will be the one to set all the new rules in the village. Do you mind?"

When everyone heard this, they responded, "Don't mind, don't mind. We are all happy to do so."

Joy returned to their faces and they looked forward to the future again.

"In that case, everyone go back to the village to pack up your things and bring the people in the village up." Song Wanqing said, looking at the group of surrendered bandits and giving orders.

"I'll give you two quarters of an hour to clean up the village."