After the vicious adoptive mother gave up, the scumbag children regretted it

Shen Nanzhi wanted to say that someone had already taken a fancy to her, but she couldn't bear to let him go. Shen Huai'en had helped her a lot, and without him, her life wouldn't be so leisurely.

Just like in the previous life, a good deputy is so hard to find, even harder to find than a husband.

"Of course I can't bear to give it up. I have to keep it for myself. No one else will give it to me."

She spoke as if Shen Huai'en was an object, and she also had a girlish stubbornness that was a bit cute.

Shopkeeper Yu smiled, with a hint of imperceptible heartache in his eyes. She was only eighteen years old, a girl, but she had experienced so many bad things. It was really heartbreaking.

"Girl, don't you want to choose some new clothes for yourself? Winter is coming soon, and it's time to prepare winter clothes."

Shen Nanzhi immediately forgot about Shen Huai'en, "I was wondering what I forgot recently. It's winter clothes. Shopkeeper Yu, please choose two for me. Please give me a cheaper price."

"Of course, what the girl wants must be cheap, 20% off."

"It's better to break the bone."

Shopkeeper Yu can't stop laughing. Every time you talk to her, she can make people laugh so hard that their stomachs hurt. What she says is so interesting.

Shen Nanzhi chose winter clothes for herself and Shen Huai'en. This time they had to be custom-made. Shen Nanzhi's waist became an inch thinner, and she looked just a little plump, not fat. She was so happy that she turned around a few times to admire her good figure.

Shopkeeper Yu also complimented, "I'm the first one to see Miss Shen lose weight so quickly. She must have lost more than half of her weight. Look at her waist and breasts. If I were a man, I would definitely be jealous of you."

Shen Nanzhi said proudly: "I lose weight for my own happiness, my own health, and to save fabrics, not for any man. Shopkeeper Yu, don't sacrifice yourself for any man. You are so capable, you have to live for yourself."

Shopkeeper Yu's eyes darkened for a moment, then returned to normal: "Miss Shen is right, I will definitely live for myself."

After paying the deposit, Shen Nanzhi came to another cloth shop, which sold cheap cotton and linen cloth, and its customers were middle and low-level customers.

"Miss Shen is here. I haven't seen you for a long time. You have lost weight and become more beautiful."

Those who open a business are all good at talking, and Shen Nanzhi is also happy to listen, "The shopkeeper has a sweet mouth, and I will give you a big deal."

The villagers are used to living in poverty. Winter clothes are expensive and many families only have one piece, which they wear in turns when they go out. It is unbelievable how poor they are.

The village has a good harvest this time, but they can't be so poor. They have to buy all the necessary clothes and daily necessities. She wants to make Yushu Village the most enviable village in the surrounding area.

Shen Nanzhi wanted one hundred rolls of cotton cloth, all in common colors, blue, gray, and green, and thousands of kilograms of cotton, to be delivered directly to the village to make winter clothes and quilts for everyone.

Cotton cloth is cheap, costing only one or two taels of silver per piece, but cotton is expensive, costing fifty cents per pound. No wonder a family could not afford a few quilts.

“This cotton is so expensive!”

This thousand kilograms would cost five hundred taels of silver, and Shen Nanzhi felt a pang of pain in his heart.

The shopkeeper said, "The cotton is produced in the northern border. The transportation alone is a huge expense. We can't make any money. If we sell it individually, it will cost 60 wen. It has always been this price."

“Can’t we grow it locally?”

"The harvest is too small, and it's troublesome to take care of it. A few dozen kilograms per mu of land is not a small amount. No one has the land to plant, and no one has the energy to take care of it. We can only rely on deliveries from other places."

Shen Nanzhi nodded: "Then we don't need the cotton for now, we only need the cotton cloth. When you have prepared the goods, send them to Yushu Village, and I will arrange for someone to pay you the rest of the money."

"Oh, okay, Miss Shen is really grateful and is so kind to the villagers."

Shen Nanzhi did not accept the compliment: "Shopkeeper, please don't flatter me. I am just buying for the villagers. You think too much."

The shopkeeper laughed awkwardly: "That girl is also very enthusiastic. The villagers let you buy it because they trust you, right?"

"I admit this. I have always been warm-hearted and kind."

Shen Nanzhi's narcissism made the waiters laugh. Miss Shen is really straightforward, not pretentious at all, and she dares to speak her mind.

After coming out of the cloth shop, Shen Nanzhi was thinking about cotton. There was so much land in his space, and he had been planting high-yield crops such as corn and sweet potatoes. The warehouse was already full, and the crops were enough for the chickens and ducks to eat for more than ten years.

It would be better to change to other crops so that it won’t be wasted. Planting cotton is a good idea.

Calculate the time. If we plant it now, the time will pass ten times faster and we can harvest in half a month, which will not delay use in the winter.

Just do it when you think of it and ask someone to buy some cotton seeds.

I bumped into someone by accident and was about to apologize when a rude voice came from the other side: "You don't have eyes. It's really unlucky. You shouldn't go out today."

Shen Nanzhi looked up and smiled. It turned out to be an old acquaintance, Xie Roulan, the eldest daughter of the Xie family. He hadn't seen her for many days and missed her very much.

"Well, you really shouldn't go out, because you will have a bloody disaster today."

"You, what do you want to do?"

Xie Roulan was severely reprimanded by her father, who also hired a maid from a wealthy family to teach her the rules. She has had a hard time recently.

In the past, my mother would have protected me, but my father brought back a pretty maid from the farm and doted on her. My mother felt threatened and did not dare to disobey my father too much.

The Xie family is no longer the same as before. Mrs. Xie can get whatever she wants, and the children are unrestrained, carefree, ignorant and fearless.

Xie Roulan didn't want to listen to her mother cursing the maid, so she went out to relax. When she saw Shen Nanzhi, she was so angry that she came to pick a fight without thinking.

In fact, she bumped into him first. Even if Shen Nanzhi was distracted, he would not bump into anyone and would dodge instinctively. This is another benefit of practicing martial arts.

Shen Nanzhi looked at her face with a smile, and Xie Roulan was so scared that she wanted to run away. This woman really dared to hit someone.

"Hey, don't go, Miss Xie. I see that you look bad and resentful. You are not as cute as before. Are you unhappy recently?

I have learned fortune-telling. How about I help you with your fortune? It’s free.”

Shen Nanzhi was so enthusiastic that Xie Roulan was even more afraid: "I don't want you to count, let me go."

Shen Nanzhi didn't want to let her go. Who asked her to come here on her own initiative?

"I am really worried about you. You probably don't know that your stupid elder brother wants to marry you to Jiang Xiucai. What about my ex-husband? Are you willing?"

"What? My brother is so stupid. That Jiang Xiucai is just a farmer. He thinks he is a big shot just because he reads a few books. I don't like him. It would be great if I can get rid of this earthy smell in my next life."

Shen Nanzhi was quite surprised. This girl was right. It takes three generations to cultivate a noble character. Even if Jiang Chen becomes successful in this life, it will be difficult for him to escape from his background.

"So you have to make plans early. Jiang Xiucai is having a hard time now. He has offended many people. If he gets desperate and attacks your Xie family, you will be in trouble!"

Xie Roulan was obviously panicked. She was only twelve or thirteen years old and had reached the age to get married. She had also heard about Jiang Chen's harassment of Miss Jin before. If he really targeted her, could she escape?