The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 154 Try it
"You're pretty good, kid," Shang Wan said with a smile. "You know quite a lot at such a young age."

"That's right, this young master is very clever." Chu Xu raised his chin, and if he had a tail, it would definitely be wagging in the air by now.

Shang Wan rubbed his head and said, "Don't get carried away. Hurry up and write it. Send it out tomorrow."

Chu Xu asked curiously, "How do I deliver it?"

“Find a security escort agency,” Shang Wan pondered. “Unauthorized personnel can’t enter the military camp, and letters certainly can’t be delivered directly into the camp. We need to think of a way.”

Chu Xu said, "After we arrive in Maocheng, we can find the manager of Lufeng Restaurant. He can give the letter to my brother."

Shang Wan nodded, guessing that the shopkeeper was probably from the Chu family and was responsible for relaying messages to the military camp.

Having decided on the method of sending the letter, Chu Xu excitedly ran off to write it.

Shang Wan thoroughly searched the peddler's body but found no other valuable clues. He then dragged the man into the mountains and buried him.

Ever since she picked up Chu Xu, she felt like she was becoming a professional corpse buryer.

I will never pick up just anyone to take home again!
After burying the body, Shang Wan had another important task to complete.

She tied the man who had kidnapped the three children to a tree. The villagers originally wanted to send the man to the authorities, but Shang Wan said she would send him herself, since she was the one who had captured him. So the villagers left the man with her.

Now that everything related to the assassin has been dealt with, Shang Wan has plenty of time to interrogate this man.

To Shang Wan's surprise, the man turned out to be a spineless coward, confessing after only two slaps.

The man's name was Jiang Bo. He worked in a brokerage firm, also known as a human broker.

He heard that there were many children in Yushu Village, so he decided to try his luck and see if any family wanted to sell their children.

It's not a famine year, and the family isn't struggling to make ends meet. Who would want to sell their child?
Jiang Bo, having failed to buy a single child, immediately hatched a wicked plan.

He knew some martial arts and had some sleeping pills on hand. It was easy for him to catch a few lone children when it was raining heavily.

Shang Wan asked, "If you're going to arrest the child, then why set fire to the Gao family's house?"

Jiang Bo said awkwardly, "I'm just doing this for money, trying to make a living."

Who gave you the money?

Jiang Bo hesitated, "It's against the rules to say this, please don't make things difficult for me."

"Sure, I won't make things difficult for you." Shang Wan cracked her knuckles. "I happen to need a punching bag, and I think you'd be a good fit."

He swung his fist, aiming straight for Jiang Bo's face.

"Spare me!" Jiang Bo closed his eyes in fear. "Don't hit me, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!"

The fist stopped an inch from his nose. Shang Wan regretfully withdrew her hand. "Speak. If you dare to lie to me, I'll crush your bones inch by inch."

Even breaking a single bone hurts, let alone crushing every bone in your body inch by inch.

Jiang Bo turned pale with fright and dared not hide anything any longer. He hurriedly said, "Although that person did not reveal his name, I found out through the brokerage that he is the second-in-command of the Longling Escort Agency, named Sang Qi."

For Shangwan, this was a completely unfamiliar name.

"What does this person look like?"

Jiang Bo gave a general description of Sang Qi's appearance.

To summarize in Shang Wan's words, Sang Qi was a lean man who knew martial arts. His distinctive feature was his square face. He believed in metaphysics and would go to a fortune teller's stall to divine his fortune before each escort mission.

Jiang Bo begged for mercy, saying, "I've confessed everything I know. I only set a fire, but no one died. Please have mercy and let me go. I promise I'll never do anything bad again."

Shang Wan's response was to knock him unconscious and throw him into the cellar.

Releasing them is out of the question, but it's not convenient to hand them over to the authorities right now, as it might alert them. Let's decide after this matter is settled.

The wounded at home were all exhausted. Shang Wan looked at them one by one, and they were all sleeping soundly as if they were in a coma.

Chu Xu yawned as he wrote the secret letter, his little head bobbing down little by little.

Seeing how tired the child was, Shang Wan simply told him to go to sleep and finish writing after he was rested, since it wouldn't be delivered until tomorrow anyway. Of the six people in the family, only Shang Wan was still awake.

She lay on the stone slab, looking at the dim sky, one hand behind her head, quickly going through the recent events in her mind, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

There is a major problem that needs to be solved urgently: Xiao Huan has collapsed, so who will cook dinner tonight?
As the sun sets and the last rays of light fade, night slowly descends.

The He family master and his apprentice returned just in time for dinner.

Shang Wan brought the last dish to the table and waved enthusiastically to the four of them, "Perfect timing, come and try my cooking."

From a distance, the long table was laden with dishes.

He Sizhi thought the host family had some happy occasion and wondered if he should send a gift.

Ma Jieyong pulled Liangliang to the table, and upon seeing the dishes, his bright smile instantly froze on his face.

Liangliang blinked blankly. What were these dark things on the table... vegetables?

He sniffed, and a strange smell suddenly rushed into his nostrils, making him sneeze.

Shang Wan handed chopsticks to the two of them, saying, "Don't just look at them, hurry up and try them."

Seeing Shang Wan's confidence, Ma Jieyong assumed that it just didn't look good, but actually tasted quite good.

The host cooks personally, so we must give them face.

He used his chopsticks to pick up a square object that he didn't recognize, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tears streamed down my face instantly.

"Spicy! Spicy! Spicy! Spicy!!!"

It scurried around like a monkey with its mouth agape, searching everywhere for water to drink.

Shang Wan immediately ladled out a bowl of egg drop soup that she had cooked herself and handed it to him.

Ma Jieyong's eyes were blurred with tears from the spiciness, and he didn't even see what was being handed to him. He took it and drank it all in one gulp.

Then... with a thud, he fell to the ground.

Shang Wan reacted quickly and caught the porcelain bowl, narrowly preventing it from breaking.

The other three were stunned.

Liangliang tilted his head and hesitated, "Dead...?"

"No..." A weak voice came from Ma Jieyong, who had collapsed to the ground. He clutched his neck with one hand and reached out to Gao Yan with the other, "Water...water..."

Gao Yan quickly took off his water bag and filled it with water for him.

Shang Wan handed a pair of clean chopsticks to He Sizhi, inviting him to try them as well.

Seeing his apprentice's miserable state, He Si's hand holding the chopsticks trembled, and his voice stammered, "I...I've already eaten, I'm not hungry."

"Try some too." Shang Wan enthusiastically pushed a plate of black stuff in front of him, "Secret Recipe Braised Rabbit."

He Si held his chopsticks, hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to pick up, and tried hard to open his eyes wide to distinguish, "Which piece is charcoal and which piece is rabbit meat?"

Shang Wan confirmed that she hadn't added any charcoal. "It's all rabbit meat, feel free to pick whatever you like. I think the big piece on top is pretty good."

He Sizhi: "..."

Other employers only deduct wages and don't feed their workers properly, but this employer is going to kill them.

He asked tactfully, "Have you tried these dishes?"

Shang Wan shook her head decisively. If she had already tasted it, why would she let them taste it?
She was worried that feeding these things to the three wounded men in her family would worsen their injuries, but luckily the four of them returned.

It's almost lunchtime, it would be such a waste not to bring them over to try some dishes.

He Sizhi felt a heart attack. If it weren't for the fact that the person standing in front of him was from the main family, he really wanted to roar, "Don't their lives matter?!"