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

Song Bojian was not good at refusing people, so he was pushed to the main table. The elders in the village toasted him enthusiastically. He drank a lot and passed out in a short while.

Now everyone in the village is making wine, sweet potato wine, corn wine. Practice first, and when you have enough experience, you can officially sell it.

Shen Nanzhi is also waiting for an opportunity. Prefect Yang is too slow. Two months have passed and there is still no news.

If Shen Nanzhi can't wait for this opportunity, he can only force it and find a new gimmick. The golden wine must be sold, because it means money.

Since ancient times, tobacco, alcohol and tea have been the most profitable. Now that tobacco is not popular and tea is grown in the south, we can only make alcohol.

The wine brewed by the villagers is still far from good, but it is much better than the turbid wine sold in the town, so it is fine to drink at home.

The alcohol content is also higher than that of ordinary liquor, which is why Xiao Song got drunk so quickly.

Shen Huai'en personally sent the person back to the room, which was actually the guest room in Shen Qingshan's house. Now his family has expanded it to more than ten guest rooms, specifically for entertaining guests.

The quilt was covered, and the servant went to cook sobering soup. Only Shen Huai'en was in the room. He stared at Song Bojian's face for a long time, making Song Bojian's eyelids twitch. What did this man want to do?

"Don't pretend. I know you're not drunk. You may fool others but not me."

Song Bojian was so angry that he didn't want to open his eyes. You said I was pretending, so I was pretending? I won't let you have your way.

You are smart and you can read, so what’s so great about that?

Shen Huai'en sneered: "If you don't wake up, I will take action."

Song Bojian felt him pulling at her clothes and was so scared that she couldn't pretend anymore. "You, what do you want to do? If you dare to touch me, I will tell Nan Zhi. What's wrong with you?"

Shen Huai'en said innocently: "How old are you? Are you still complaining? What did I do? You will catch a cold if you sleep with clothes on. Is it wrong for me to care about you?"

That’s right, there’s nothing wrong with it, but Song Bojian just feels uneasy. This person must have bad intentions and is very sinister.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Shen Huai'en stared at him and said, "I know what you are thinking, but you are too weak, she won't be attracted to you."

"Do you care?"

Song Bojian felt sad, and he knew it. He had protected Nan Zhi since she was a child. Now that she had become prettier and more powerful, she looked down on him even more for being so cowardly.

Thinking of this, Xiao Song hung his head, like a poor little animal that was abandoned, which made people feel particularly distressed.

Shen Huai'en felt a sour feeling in his teeth. He knew Shen Nanzhi best, better than she herself. If Song Bojian kept playing the victim and showing weakness, Nanzhi might really be moved.

Women’s minds are sometimes very strange. They actually like weak men and raise them like sons. Why is that?

But Shen Huai'en thought about his past self, and how it was because of his weak and unable to take care of himself that Nan Zhi gradually let him stay.

The past cannot be recalled. Shen Huai'en said, "Just tell me whether you are willing to become stronger."

"Of course I am willing. Who doesn't want to become stronger?"

"I will teach you martial arts for an hour every day. You should study harder and go out with your father more often. After the New Year next year, you can lead the caravan to do business alone. If you train like this, I guarantee that you will be reborn in two years."

Song Bojian was excited. He had seen his martial arts skills before. He looked weak, but he could actually carry the carriage with one hand. No wonder Nan Zhi kept him as a housekeeper. He was truly a man of both civil and military talents.

"Why are you helping me?"

Song Bojian was puzzled, he was not an enthusiastic person.

Shen Huai'en shrugged: "Think about it yourself. I'm not your father, nor your teacher. I'm not responsible for helping you solve your doubts. Just tell me whether you want it or not."

"Yes, yes."

After learning martial arts, he was able to fight ten people at once, which made Nan Zhi look at him with new eyes.

"Well, get up an hour earlier every day. If you can't do it, I won't teach you."

"Okay, I will definitely be able to get up."

Song Bojian's home was in the town, and the round trip took only fifteen minutes, so Shen Huai'en could make it in no time.

Shen Nanzhi didn't know that Shen Huai'en was so kind that he actually taught Xiao Song. She was receiving Mr. Xie and Xie Jin at this time.

As soon as Xiao Song finished speaking, they came to the door.

Xie Jin looked embarrassed and somewhat reluctant. If Mr. Xie hadn't threatened to kick him out of the house, he would definitely not have come.

Mr. Xie was so angry when he saw his son dying like this that he kept repeating to himself, "He's my own son, my own son," and only then did he suppress his anger.

"Miss Shen, I'm really sorry. I didn't teach my children well and let them offend you. The two rebellious girls are now looking for Nanny to teach them. They are not allowed to go out unless necessary.

It’s just that my son is a real headache, and I have no other choice but to risk my reputation to beg you.”

Shen Nanzhi said in a good-tempered manner: "I understand. Parents all over the world are compassionate. If this child is not their own, they don't care whether he lives or dies."

"That's right, Miss Shen has hit the nail on the head. My son was also led astray by that mean Jiang Chen. I want to find a good teacher who might be able to teach him. So, Miss, please help me with Mr. Yuan."

Shen Nanzhi said: "This is easy to talk about, but I have a big business to discuss with Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie, please go out and play.

Xiao Song is here too. He is at the home of my village chief uncle. You can go find him. "

Xie Jin felt depressed. Was she treating him like a child?

Shen is only eighteen years old, and I am one year older than her. It's really suffocating.

He lowered his head and walked away silently. Mr. Xie wanted to beat his son again.

"Thank you, Master. I plan to open a school in the village. Mr. Yuan will be the headmaster. When the time comes, anyone who wants to send their children to study here will be able to talk to them."

"Really? Why not build a college in the county? Why come to the village?"

It’s so inconvenient in the village, in such a remote and poor place. Can the children endure this hardship?

Shen Nanzhi couldn't possibly say that he wanted to benefit his own village, right?

"This is to cultivate children's spirit of hard work and perseverance. Look at the top ten academies. Aren't they all built on the mountains? How many are in prosperous areas?

Children are young and easily influenced by the outside environment. They need to be quiet and free of distractions in order to have a bright future.

Mr. Yuan has also agreed to this. Are you willing to contribute to the construction of the academy?"

This is a sponsorship. Mr. Xie understood and said, "Yes, of course I will. I will give the biggest share."

Shen Nanzhi smiled and said, "Thank you, Master, I am not asking you to spend money to get sponsorship, I am offering you a very good deal.

Let's go out for a walk. I'll show you the location of the village academy and its future plans. Then you can consider how much to invest. I guarantee you will make a profit."

"Okay, what Miss Shen is going to do must be something big, I will definitely support it."

Mr. Xie disagreed. If it was a sponsorship, there had to be a reason so that he could feel comfortable spending the money. Miss Shen was kind and righteous.