"And all of you with sons will eventually need to get married! If the neighboring villages hear the gossip about our village, I don't think any of you would want to marry your daughters off to us. I hope this matter can be put to rest! It's better for all of you!"

Jiang Ling's words were very intimidating. The crowd that was just a moment ago had almost all disappeared in an instant. Only Zhao Erleng's wife came over and gently patted Jiang Ling's shoulder!

"Sister-in-law, I'm fine, thank you for your concern!" Jiang Ling said gratefully, holding Zhao Erleng's wife's hand.

Zhao Erleng's wife smiled and said, "You're being too polite. We're both outsiders, and we live next to each other. Besides, the fact that our village doesn't suffer from famine is almost entirely thanks to you. So, it's only right and proper that I help you, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Ling felt a surge of warmth in her heart and chatted with Zhao Erleng's wife as she returned home.

In the past few days, whether it was psychological or the security team was really effective, Jiang Ling felt safer than before, but she was still a little worried when she looked at her own fence.

Their fence was completely different from Zhao Erleng's wife's. His wife's fence was a neat wall made of cement, while theirs was a fence made of upright wooden planks. Over the years, the wind and sun had damaged many parts of the fence so much that it was on the verge of collapse.

At first, Jiang Ling also wanted to remove these wooden fences and replace them with a style similar to that of Zhao Erleng's wife's house, but then she thought that she didn't plan to live in this old house for too long, so replacing the fence would be a waste of time.

Later, she took a liking to the solar power generation equipment in the system store, but there was nowhere to hide the huge solar panels and wires, so Jiang Ling rejected this idea.

In the end, Jiang Ling came up with a compromise: the fence would remain made of wood, and the corroded and damaged sections would be replaced with new ones. After replacing all the fences, Jiang Ling secretly went to the system store and bought a lot of very sharp blades, which she nailed to the top of the fences and the larger gaps. Then she went to Changning Town and bought a few animal traps, which she then placed under the fences. At the same time, she told her children to be careful and not to play under the fences.

After finishing all this, Jiang Ling felt a little relieved. Zhao Erleng's wife looked at the gleaming object on Jiang Ling's fence and asked, shrinking back, "Sister-in-law, what's this in your house?"

"I was worried that something like last time would happen, so I reinforced the fence," Jiang Ling explained.

After hearing this, Zhao Erleng's wife nodded but didn't say anything more. She just told Jiang Ling to be careful, because it's not easy for a woman to raise four children alone.

Zhao Qianyu's body has almost recovered by now, with only some superficial wounds left to heal slowly. Fortunately, Jiang Ling disinfects his wounds with hydrogen peroxide every day, preventing them from becoming inflamed in the hot summer.

Looking at the scabs on Zhao Qianyu's arms, Jiang Ling felt somewhat uneasy. After all, it was the county magistrate's son who was injured. Although the prefect had said that the county magistrate should bear all the consequences himself, if these officials really wanted to kill her, wouldn't it be easier than killing an ant?

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling sighed helplessly. Unexpectedly, Zhao Qianyu seemed to see through Jiang Ling's thoughts and said calmly, "Don't worry, I will explain to my father that my injuries have nothing to do with your family."

Jiang Ling was somewhat surprised to hear this. Logically speaking, Zhao Qianyu was similar to a modern-day brat. Given his personality, he could easily go home and exaggerate the incident to his father, saying that the person was injured at Jiang Ling's house. In that case, Jiang Ling would be completely unable to defend herself.

Jiang Ling looked at Zhao Qianyu in surprise, but Zhao Qianyu glanced at her disdainfully, then put his hands behind his head, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, and said, "Sister-in-law Jiang, you underestimate me too much! Although I framed your brother before, I had my reasons. Don't worry, I won't do it again this time. Besides..."

Zhao Qianyu blushed and didn't finish his sentence, but he silently thought to himself, "Besides, you're so good to me, I wish you could be my mother!"

Jiang Ling looked at Zhao Qianyu with some oddness, but she didn't say anything more. She just told him to rest well before leaving the bedroom.

The autumn harvest was exhausting. Even though Jiang Ling had nothing to do, she still dragged the children to work in Zhao Erleng's fields. Although Zhao Qianyu wanted to go too, Jiang Ling strictly stopped him. She was really afraid that the pampered young master would cause some trouble, and then Jiang Ling would be in deep trouble no matter what.

During the autumn harvest, everyone put in their best effort, getting up before dawn to work and not finishing until late at night. Jiang Ling was no exception. She had only been working at Zhao Erleng's house for a few days when several blisters appeared on her shoulders and palms.

Although Jiang Ling felt it was hard work, she was too embarrassed to be idle.

She came home a little early today, and she and the children had just fallen asleep when a scream pierced the air outside the door. Jiang Ling sat up abruptly, threw on her clothes, grabbed a candle, and rushed out the door.

The lights in the cabin came on, and Jiang Zhishan and Jiang Yaojie came out looking nervous.

"mother"

"Eldest Sister"

"Shh..." Jiang Ling quickly made a shushing gesture to the two of them and waved for them to follow behind her.

Jiang Ling tiptoed toward the fence. A man lay unconscious on the ground with his eyes rolled back. There were bloodstains on the fence around him, and his leg was already caught in a trap.

"Mother! Is he dead?" Jiang Yaojie said in shock.

Jiang Ling swallowed hard, then reached out her trembling hand and gently placed it on the man's nose. His faint breath landed on her fingers, and her wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

"No, she probably fainted from the pain!" Jiang Ling explained.

"Zhishan, go and touch him to see if there's anything on him!" Jiang Ling gestured to Jiang Zhishan.

Jiang Zhishan nodded and walked towards the unconscious man with trembling legs. He rummaged around and found a gleaming cleaver at the man's waist.

The moment Jiang Zhishan took out the knife, everyone froze on the spot, and Jiang Zhishan was so shocked that he dropped the knife on the ground.

Jiang Ling looked at Jiang Yaojie with a serious expression and said to him, "Yaojie! Go and inform your village chief grandfather!"

Jiang Yaojie ran towards the door in a flustered manner. Jiang Ling forced herself to calm down and quickly took out a rope from the house. Together with Jiang Zhishan, they tied up the unconscious man in front of them tightly and took away the machete that the man had been carrying.

Soon, footsteps approached from afar, and Jiang Yaojie appeared at Jiang Ling's house with a flustered village chief.

"Jiang Shi, ah... this... what is this?" The village chief looked even more panicked when he saw the man lying in the middle of the courtyard.