The villagers were dumbfounded.

This house was lent to a relative by a villager. Wasn't it said that the older brother and sister-in-law were with their two younger brothers? How come there are two women outside the house, and three more jumped out of the window, one of whom was injured?

"Help! Fire! My house is on fire!" The villagers cried and shouted, urging everyone to put out the fire.

A man in his forties or fifties, with his hands behind his back, asked, "How many people are in your family?"

Bai Xiaocui spoke first, "My relatives have come to visit..."

“I’m not their relative, she tricked me into coming here… Waaah…” A woman behind Song Yan burst into tears.

I don't know if Wang Yuanjiang is from their village. If the villagers know about this and condone it, I don't know what the consequences will be if I tell them.

Mei Ying carried the child away from Wang Yuanjiang and the others. The girl, with one braid undone and her clothes unbuttoned, ran to Song Yan and the others.

Wang Yuanjiang tugged at Chu Hai, "Your cousin is frightened, comfort her."

This guy reacted quickly.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!" Seeing Chu Hai approaching, Mei Ying was so frightened that she retreated repeatedly, her legs went weak, and she sat down on the ground with a thud.

"You're not young anymore, don't be so immature!" Chu Hai realized what was happening and made a gesture to help Mei Ying up!

"No, no, no!" Mei Ying was so frightened she didn't know what to do...

Song Yan felt much more at ease, as long as the villagers weren't in cahoots with Wang Yuanjiang and his group. Song Yan then delivered a powerful kick to Chu Hai's chest, causing Chu Hai to fall to the ground, unable to get up.

These people are acting strangely, but the villagers don't know the details.

Wang San'er rushed forward to hit the still-crying woman, shouting, "You shameless brat, you dare to talk nonsense after just a few days without being disciplined!"

He portrayed the image of a man who beats his wife.

These people are very clever; they devised a countermeasure so quickly. That's why they were able to commit crimes for so many years.

Wang San'er was knocked down by Song Yan before he could even get close.

"What's going on?" A policeman pushed through the crowd.

The place was in complete chaos, and no one noticed when the police arrived.

Song Yan felt completely relieved. "They are human traffickers!"

Several people followed behind the police officer, and two military green jeeps were parked in the distance.

"They're human traffickers!" Song Yan shouted again. She also shoved the two women next to her, "Aren't you going to call the police?!"

"Help! Officer, help me!" The woman who hadn't cried seemed to just realize what was happening. "Help me," she cried, collapsing at the officer's feet.

Song Yan kept an eye on Wang Yuan and the others.

There was no going back on what had happened today. Wang Yuan shouted, "Run!" But before he could even run, Song Yan kicked him down.

Chu Hai was tall with long legs, so he was hard to catch when he took off running. Song Yan knocked him to the ground with a stool leg in his hand. The remaining two were caught by the police before they could run far.

The villagers were stunned. What was going on? It was just someone from their village lending their house to a relative, wasn't it? How could it be human traffickers!

"Did you ask the train conductor to report the incident?" the police officer asked Song Yan as he approached her. The girl most closely resembled the description given by the train conductor.

“It’s me. I noticed that the child she was carrying was unconscious the whole way, and she didn’t seem to care. It’s definitely not her child,” Song Yan said, pointing at Bai Xiaocui.

"Where is your village chief?" a policeman asked the group.

"Yes, sir. Good day, officers." It was the man who had spoken earlier.

"Are they from your village?" the policeman asked.

"No. He's a relative of Wang Hailong, a villager in our village. Where's Wang Hailong?" the village chief shouted.

Wang Hailong cried, "My house! You have to compensate me for my house!" Even a thatched house is not easy to build.

"Shut up. How many people live in your house?" The policeman's serious expression was quite intimidating.

Wang Hailong stopped crying. "Four of them! Just those four! They're not my relatives. I ran into them when I was leaving the house and they said they wanted to rent a place. I said they were my relatives so I could earn some money."

In those days, population mobility was low, and people from other villages were generally not taken in. They were only able to stay in the village because Wang Hailong vouched for them.

"Village chief, please help us find an empty house," said the policeman who had been leading the operation. He was likely in charge of the operation.

"Okay. Let's go to our village committee!" The village chief led the way. Several police officers followed, escorting the members of the criminal gang.

In the short time that followed, they had been handcuffed.

There was also a female police officer among them, who was quietly comforting the weeping woman.

The fire is mostly extinguished. The flames spread from the kitchen to the roof. The house is ruined.

The villagers who were fighting the fire went directly to the village committee to watch the commotion.

Song Yan's pace slowed, and she fell behind the crowd. By the time the police tried to find her to get information, she was nowhere to be found.

The villagers all flocked to the village committee, leaving the village deserted. Song Yan entered the space on the only road leading out of the village.

The pendant was a little hot just now, and every time it heated up, she would experience a noticeable change. She entered the space. She found it was the same as always; the area hadn't increased, only the flow of the spring water had become stronger. Song Yan took a sip of the spring water; it was as sweet as before.

That's enough for Song Yan; he doesn't want to stand out.

Last night, Song Yan kept looking outside and didn't dare to rest. Now she felt sleepy. She washed up and, as usual, splashed the water on the ground.

"Wow!" Song Yan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The ginseng seedlings, which had been splashed with spring water, were visibly growing. Song Yan simply took a basin of water and sprinkled it on all the ginseng seedlings repeatedly. She watched as the stems and leaves of the ginseng seedlings grew and withered, and then, surprisingly, they bloomed. As far as she knew, ginseng only bloomed at least every three years.

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