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

Song Wanqing returned to the room with a smile on her face, stood in front of the window for a while, and made a decision in her heart.

She lit the oil lamp, spread out the paper, and picked up the pen to write a letter to the organization.

The rebels knew Cheng Qian'an's identity, and now they just lacked key evidence. She didn't need to make a fuss about Cheng Qian'an's identity, and could just admit it. She only needed to make the jade pendant a little vague to achieve the effect she wanted.

Song Wanqing curled her lips. She said in the letter that she did not find the token on Cheng Qian'an, but only learned that it was lost a few years ago. She did not write another word.

After sealing the envelope and calling for the carrier pigeon, Song Wanqing stretched lazily as he watched the black pigeon disappear into the darkness.

I think it should be able to fool people for a while.

Cheng Qi'an is inside the house.

The moment the pigeon spread its wings, Cheng Qian'an suddenly opened his eyes, jumped off the bed, and quickly caught the pigeon in mid-air. Looking at its eyes full of fear, he glanced at the window frame where Song Wanqing had fallen, and he blinked his confused eyes.

The pigeon was released by my wife.

That's okay.

As soon as the bony hands loosened, the pigeon flapped its wings in panic and flew away, disappearing into the clouds.

He lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt into the same shape that Song Wanqing had just covered him with, and closed his eyes obediently.

Except for the original gang of bandits, everyone else in the village had a rare good night's sleep.

At this time, inside Yuan Cheng.

The man in the black robe had sharp eyes. He opened the windowsill and stretched out his arm. A black carrier pigeon swooped down and landed steadily on his arm, making a soft cooing sound.

The man in black robe touched the pigeon's head and took the letter from its legs.

He waved his hand and told his subordinates to feed the pigeons, then turned around and went back to the study.

After reading the letter, he lit the oil lamp on the table. His dark eyes watched it turn into ashes, and the man in black robe tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

The keepsake is missing?

The man in black robe pondered for a moment and said to the outside: "Let him in."

"Yes."

The subordinate outside the door responded, and a man in black pushed the door open and saluted to the man in black robe silently.

The black-robed man said, "Chi Tong sent back a message that the token was not found on that person. It was said that he lost it a few years ago."

The man in black lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The black-robed man had a sinister look in his eyes and a cold smile. "Do you think it's credible?"

The man in black shuddered slightly, lowered his head, and knelt on one knee.

The man in black robe didn't expect to get his reply. He sneered sinisterly, "No one dares to betray me."

"Go look for information about the jade pendant and bring it back immediately if you find it." After a pause, he added, "Clean up the tail."

The man in black clasped his fists and said, "Yes."

"Well, let's go."

The man in black retreated.

The man in black robe looked out the window with his eyes narrowed, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

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In the early morning, a ray of light breaks through the mist.

The villagers woke up early and did what they could;

The men, women, young and old who were enslaved by the village were still in a dream. They pinched themselves hard to feel the reality. They were really rescued!

Someone kowtowed several times towards the direction of Song Wanqing's room, silently praying in his heart that God would bless Madam Song with smooth sailing and a long life!

They wiped away the tears from their eyes and cheered themselves up to see if there was any help needed in the village.

Only the original bandits were reluctantly awakened by the whip of the supervisor, muttering to vent their dissatisfaction. The supervisor did not tolerate them, and anyone who made trouble would be whipped directly. The bandits glared at them.

"Why are you staring at me? If you keep staring at me, I'll dig out your eyes!"

The bandit clenched his fists, and a cruel look flashed in his eyes.

Another whip came over and the bandit hissed.

Song Wanqing walked slowly with an indifferent expression. She glanced coldly at the group of reluctant bandits.

"If you want to die, get out of here now."

"Whoever makes trouble again..." Song Wanqing moved his wrist, and a ray of light flew across the cheek of the bandit who was about to attack, and then nailed it to the pillar fiercely, with the end of the knife still trembling slightly. "I just cleaned this knife yesterday, I don't mind letting it use it for meat again."

The bandits shuddered and silently lowered their rebellious heads.

Life is still important.

After this incident, the grumpy bandit suddenly became energetic. Thinking of what the woman did last night, he felt a little scared.

Seeing that everyone had settled down, Song Wanqing nodded with satisfaction, gathered everyone together, and began to assign tasks.

The stronghold is not small, but the bandits are not well-mannered and rely on robbing for food and drink. It is dirty everywhere and the air is filled with a foul smell.

Song Wanqing first made a rough division of labor and assigned tasks according to different professions.

For example, the villagers are all good at farming. They cleared some land around the village and planted some vegetables with a short growing period first, to at least ensure that the people in the village can eat fresh vegetables.

Those who can build houses and have the strength will be sent to build houses. The village will become their permanent residence in the future, and they can't always be crowded in one room.

Women and children went to clean up and purify the air.

However, this division of labor is not mandatory. If everyone wants to do a job, they can choose what they want to do. For example, men with poor physical strength can do light work, and those who don't like cleaning and prefer farming can also farm.

As for the former bandits, all the dirtiest and most tiring work was thrown to them. If anyone did not do their job well, the supervisor would whip them directly, or they would be kicked out and chopped off. She just needed a chicken to kill to scare the monkeys.

Moreover, they have no right to change jobs unless they earn enough labor points by doing hard work and have a relatively good performance in their work. Both are indispensable.

Everyone is happy.

It is a great blessing to have a stable living environment in troubled times, not to mention that they have met such a kind-hearted living Bodhisattva like Madam Song. Their future life will be visibly better. Who wouldn't be happy?

Of course!

The original bandits in the village were sent to do the hardest and most tiring work. When did they ever work? Wasn't that done by the slaves and women?

All they do is kill people, eat, drink and sleep with women.

But now I am at the mercy of others and if I don’t obey I will lose my life.

The bandits could only work uncomfortably, and they had to persevere even if their backs were about to break from exhaustion, otherwise they would be greeted with a whip from their supervisor.

With everyone doing their job, the village is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally shabby and dirty place has been completely renewed and has a different kind of vitality.

Song Wanqing was also not idle. She had to take charge of the overall situation and at the same time check for deficiencies and fill in the gaps. She was very busy.

After walking around the village with his men, Song Wanqing discovered that the village was in a good location, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it was also hidden well. If there was no one leading the way, ordinary people would not be able to find it.

There was a gleam of light in her eyes and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

If it can be managed well, it will surely become a paradise that everyone yearns for!

But the prerequisite is to be able to keep it and not make wedding dresses for others.