Stepmother in charge: Making a fortune through farming and raising her children to fight back

Qinjia Village.

Adults and children talked around the campfire, and the village chief sat in Yun Zhenzhen's house to hold a meeting with everyone.

"labor force……"

The village chief kept pondering over these words. Indeed, this group of people were mostly men, and they must be good at work. It's just that they hadn't eaten enough for a long time and were a little weak.

"What's more, this is just an attempted crime. Even if we send him to the county town, he might be released after a few days. If we let the tiger back into the mountains, he might not come to our village, but might go to other villages to harm people." Yun Zhenzhen continued.

The other villages around are not as united as Qinjia Village, and they may not be united in facing things. It might be easy for these dozens of refugees to break in.

"If we keep these people as labor in our village, will there be any hidden dangers? They are the kind of people who dare to rob houses. What if they steal things from our village?"

Ning Shan said calmly, "Don't worry about that. I just checked it out. Only the three leading men have some mediocre skills. The others are just ordinary farmers. With someone watching over them, there shouldn't be any problems."

Those people used to be like those in Qinjia Village, with their own houses and fields, and they worked hard every day. However, due to natural disasters, they left their hometowns thousands of miles away, and were displaced all the way before they came here.

Not long ago, they were also a group of simple farmers.

Yun Zhenzhen said, "Brother Ning, if we leave these dozens of refugees in our village, can you lead the patrol team to manage them and ensure that there will be no trouble?"

"Emmmm... As long as we kick out the ringleaders and hand over the lackeys and lackeys who participated in the robbery to the county magistrate, the remaining simple farmers can stay and continue to develop in our village. I can guarantee that no mistakes will occur under our control."

Yun Zhenzhen took out a piece of paper and pen from the house and handed it to the village chief: "If you want to keep this group of people, you need to mark out a separate piece of land for them to build houses, and then they can participate in other labor."

The village chief nodded. "It's not impossible. The wasteland that was awarded to us by the higher-ups a while ago is quite large and useless..."

The village chief scribbled on a piece of paper: "Mark out this piece of land, build houses for them, and then manage everyone separately. Even if there's a disturbance, it can be quickly suppressed. There's no need to worry too much..."

Yun Zhenzhen nodded. "Then we can let those farmers participate in our daily work and become one with everyone. This will make them feel a sense of belonging to Qinjia Village. Maybe they can even settle here and increase our village's productivity..."

Master Yan smiled and said, "I see you brought back many women and children. When the time comes, we can send the children who are suitable to go to school. They will learn more knowledge and understand the world..."

Everyone expressed their opinions and discussed the next rules, which were quickly decided.

Several large pots outside the yard were cooking porridge and herbs at the same time. The porridge was cooked first and was delivered to the refugees by the aunties in the village. The herbs needed to be boiled for a while longer so that they could be taken just after dinner.

On a cold winter night.

The women and children who were shivering with hunger looked at the warm bowl of porridge in their hands and suddenly felt grateful.

The refugees nearby were all moved by this scene. They were clearly planning to rob the village, but after being caught, they were actually given food to eat.

Thinking that they were planning to rob before tonight, I really deserved to die.

They held a bowl of porridge and drank it in big gulps. This was not the thin porridge cooked outside the city gate, but rather a kind of rice porridge. It took a lot of effort to suck it in, and it was much more filling.

Granny Wang walked over to a skinny young man carrying a bowl of porridge. Seeing him wolfing it down, she smiled and said, "Don't worry, drink slowly. No one's going to snatch it from you. There's more in the pot when you finish it."

The young man nodded in agreement, but he never stopped eating, pouring the food into his mouth madly. Such precious food must be eaten into his stomach to avoid being taken away.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, he wiped the corner of his mouth shyly and said, "Thank...thank you."

Granny Wang didn't leave with the bowl in hand. Instead, she sat beside him. "Alas, we've seen quite a few people fleeing famine from the south these days. It must have been a tough journey. Look how hungry this child is. My grandson is about the same age as you. If you don't mind, you can call me Granny Wang..."

Young man, I almost cried while listening to this.

During the months he was on the road fleeing famine, he had seen the ups and downs of life. There was intrigue and food-grabbing all around him, and no one had cared about him for a long time.

He suddenly thought of his own grandmother, but she didn't live to see such a good life now, nor did she meet people as good as them. She died on the road...

He spoke somewhat dully, "We've stopped and walked along the way, passing through many places. Some kind people on the road gave us food, but food is scarce these days, and we can't just eat white rice every day... We don't know where to escape to, when it will end, and how long we can live. I don't know if I will be able to eat such delicious porridge again next time..."

"Grandma Wang, I... I didn't mean to rob you of your food today. I was just so hungry that I wanted to ask for something to eat. I didn't realize I was using something to rob you..."

After all, they were wrong in this matter and they did something wrong, but these kind people in the village still gave them food. He felt sorry for everyone.

Granny Wang pondered what Yun Zhenzhen had said and spoke subtly, "Alas, I know you all have your reasons. Most of you are certainly good people, but today's incident has become so serious, the village chief said we must hand someone over to the county magistrate. Good child, tell me, who are the worst leaders among you?"

Hearing this, the young man's eyes lit up, which meant that they didn't have to be put in jail.

And even if he reported the names of those bad guys, he wouldn't have to worry about retaliation, because the county magistrate would punish them.

He wiped his mouth clean and started to mention many people's names: "Big Black Tiger, Liu Tiezhu, Li Daniu..."

While he was speaking, Granny Wang secretly memorized these names in her heart. After she finished speaking, she immediately went over to ask Yun Jing to write them down.

On the other side, there is an aunt next to each villager who is responsible for asking questions and showing concern, and the children in the school are there to help with registration.

For a moment, from the quiet beside the campfire came the crackling sound of matches.

The young man was a little surprised that there were so many people in this village who could write, and many of them looked like teenagers.

In the village they had left before fleeing the famine, there were only two or three people who could read, and only the village chief could do that. This village was surprisingly powerful...

But it's true, if this village can produce a seventh-rank Anren who was personally canonized by the emperor, what else is impossible?