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

Shen Nanzhi didn't feel any guilt for bullying Xie Roulan. Who made her bump into him?

This girl is really interesting. She keeps fighting and failing, but she keeps fighting. She is really persistent. It's a pity that this spirit is not used in the right way.

After giving Xie Roulan some eye drops and cutting off a retreat for Jiang Chen, Shen Nanzhi was in a good mood and went to look for cotton seeds.

There is no cotton planted in her space. In modern society, industry and planting are extremely developed. There are countless kinds of clothing fabrics to wear, and the prices are cheap. No one would grow cotton anymore.

The grocery store sells some seeds, including cotton seeds, but not much. The shopkeeper dug under the cabinet for a long time before pulling out a bag and said, "They are all here, at the bottom of the box. This season is not the time to plant cotton."

"It's okay. I need this seed for something else. How much is it?"

Shen Nanzhi was very happy. It was good to have it. Although it was a little less, she could grow two crops of cotton, one for seeds and one for planting. There were still two months before the cold winter, so there was more than enough time.

The shopkeeper said, "I won't make money from you. It's one hundred coins per pound. There aren't many seeds of this kind planted, but Master Song's family needs them, so I bought some extra and left them behind."

"So expensive?"

"No way, this doesn't make money."

Shen Nanzhi bought it, which weighed more than ten kilograms. He paid for it and left with it.

More than ten kilograms is still too little, and only two or three acres of land can be planted. Shen Nanzhi remembered that the shopkeeper said that Mr. Song planted cotton, but he forgot to ask him.

Sometimes the supplies in these big landlords' homes are more complete than those in the shops. In ancient times, people emphasized self-sufficiency, and would not buy things that they could prepare themselves. Shen Nanzhi rode to the town to chat with Master Song.

As expected, Mr. Song's farm did not take the seeds given by Shen Nanzhi seriously. Later, a lot of seedlings were eaten by cattle and sheep. Only sweet potatoes and potatoes had strong survival ability and they harvested several thousand kilograms. Not a single grain of corn was left. Mr. Song was so angry that he changed the head of the farm.

Shen Nanzhi didn't sympathize with him either. The opportunity was right in front of him, but he couldn't seize it. Who could he blame?

I found two bottles of sweet potato wine in the space and went to visit Mr. Song as gifts.

When Master Song heard that Shen Nanzhi was coming, he came to greet her in person, smiling: "Niece, how come you have time to come and see me? If you need anything, just tell me and I'll go find you."

Shen Nanzhi was amused by him. Mr. Song was indeed a businessman. His expression changed so quickly that no one could match him. He said, "You are my elder. How can I let you come to see me? I came to see you on my way."

"Come in quickly and serve the tea. Bring me the good tea I brought back from the capital."

After the tea was served, Shen Nanzhi put down the gift, "This is a small token of my appreciation. Uncle Song, try it. If you like it, I'll give you more. It's homemade, so you can have as much as you want."

"Okay, I'll just have a few drinks. My niece is very thoughtful. If you have any questions, just let me know. I will definitely do what I can to help you."

Shen Nanzhi didn't hesitate any longer. She had to go back to the village and was busy. "I want to find some cotton seeds. Do you have any on your farm?"

"Cotton seeds? Why did you think of this? Now is not the season for planting cotton."

Shen Nanzhi used the same excuse, saying that cotton seeds contain oil and can be used to extract oil, but most people have never eaten it because it contains slight toxins and tastes bad, so eating cottonseed oil is not very popular.

"I use it to press oil. A doctor needs it to make burn medicine. I don't know how to make it, but I'm just trying to help."

"Okay, how much do you need? I'm sure there are some on the farm, but I don't know if they're enough for you."

"Can you give me 100 kilograms? The more the better. If someone wants a lot, the price is negotiable. I'll give it to you at the market price."

"It's too polite to mention money. I'll have someone send it to you later."

Shen Nanzhi didn't stay any longer, and stood up and said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Song. I'll leave first."

"No, Nan Zhi, I need your help with something."

"Uncle Song, you say."

Mr. Song was a little embarrassed and said, "Look, Xiao Song is already so old. I am busy with business. His mother is not in good health and has spoiled him too much. I can't control him, so his marriage has been delayed. If you have a suitable girl, please introduce him to someone so that he can also start a family. My Song family is counting on him to continue the family line."

Shen Nanzhi immediately refused: "Uncle Song, I dare not help you with this matter. My own marriage is a mess. Please don't hurt Xiao Song.

The matchmaker Liu in our town is quite powerful. If not, there are also official matchmakers in the county. They are more reliable than me.

I really have something else to do, bye."

Mr. Song sighed, "Little Song doesn't want to get married. This child makes me so worried. I want to beat him to death."

"That's because he hasn't grown up yet. When he meets a girl he likes, she will beg you to marry her. Men mature late. Even though they have grown up physically, they are still children at heart.

I think Uncle Song, you should give Xiao Song more time. Maybe next year when he passes the imperial examination, there will be plenty of rich ladies waiting for you to choose from."

Mr. Song liked to hear this. "Okay, Nan Zhi, since you said so, I won't be angry with that brat. I'll borrow your good words. If you really pass the exam, Uncle Song will give you a big red envelope."

"Then I definitely want it."

Shen Nanzhi stood up and left. Wouldn’t it be dark before they continued chatting?

Mr. Song is too talkative, even more talkative than the aunts in the village. We really can't afford to waste time with him.

Mr. Song personally saw her out, and at the door he met a graceful young woman with charming eyes and beautiful figure, but she lacked some dignity and seemed a little indecent.

"Master, who is this?"

The young woman looked at Shen Nanzhi with hostility in her eyes. She was so fair and beautiful, could she be the master's new love?

Shen Nanzhi ignored her, probably because she was a concubine, and bowed, "I'll go first, Uncle Song, please stay."

After saying that, he strode away, Master Song's face darkened: "Do I need to explain to you about my guests? Go back to the inner house, and don't go out without my order. It's embarrassing."

"master……"

The voice was trembling and Shen Nanzhi quickened his pace as he listened. It was so corny. Why did men like this tune?

"roll roll roll!"

Mr. Song is most annoyed by women who are ignorant. After being pampered for a few days, they become self-conscious and forgetful. It is so annoying.

The concubine was taken away by the maid because of a word and fell out of favor.

Shen Nanzhi returned to the village. Looking at the bustling village, he felt a sense of accomplishment. This was just the beginning.

Shen Huai'en came back covered in mud. Shen Nanzhi had already prepared the meal. "Huai'en, you've worked hard. I'll cook for you myself. Are you happy?"

"Happy, thank you girl, I'll go wash up and come back for dinner."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Shen Huai'en looked at her for a second longer. The girl seemed to be in a good mood. Did something happy happen to her?

Thinking of the message she had sent before saying that the previous killer had returned, Shen Huai'en became extremely worried. He was afraid that such a beautiful day would be interrupted, and he was also afraid that the girl and the villagers would be implicated. Thinking of this, Shen Huai'en was not in a very good mood.