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

Shen Nanzhi knew that there would be no problem moving out of the Song family. Ordinary people naturally trust the powerful and wealthy, and they all think it is a good thing, so it must be a good thing.

First deal with her own family, and then go and trick Mr. Song. This is to give him money. If Mr. Song doesn't listen, she will find other landlords. The county is so big, there will always be people who know the value of the property.

"Uncle, please discuss with the elders how many acres of land to plant first and count the number so that I can arrange the seeds.

I'll go to the kitchen and cook these things for you to try."

Shen Qingshan: "Wouldn't it be a waste if you gave all these precious seeds to us to eat?"

"It's okay. The food we eat is not good in appearance. If we don't taste it, how can we know it's good?"

Shen Nanzhi had gone to the kitchen to help, using a backpack as a cover, and took out a bag of cornmeal, a bag of small potatoes, and a bag of sweet potatoes.

The sweet potatoes are steamed, potatoes, pork ribs and beans are stewed together, and cornmeal is stuck on the edge of the pot to make pancakes. All are cooked in one pot.

Shen Nanzhi worked efficiently, and with the help of Shen Bo'niang, everything was arranged in a quarter of an hour.

"Light up the fire, simmer for a quarter of an hour and it will be almost done, wait for dinner."

The aunts were very curious about cornmeal. Could this yellow flour cake taste better than white flour?

"It's definitely better than black flour. It's not as tough as white flour, and can be mixed with other foods. It's slightly sweet, and I guarantee you'll all say it's good after trying it."

Aunt Shen said proudly: "If Nan Zhi says it's good, it must be good. If it's not good, she won't give it to our family.

The Jiang family is a bunch of idiots, they will regret it in the future."

Shen Nanzhi: "Yes, the better I live, the more I slap the Jiang family in the face. Jiang Chen is shameless. He wants to divorce me instead of returning my dowry. He really shouldn't go to school. He should go into business. He is so calculating, as if he is the only smart person in the world."

Aunt Shen was so angry that she wanted to rush back and beat him up: "From now on, we will never reconcile with the Jiang family. They are such bastards."

"That's right. Girls from our village won't marry men from their village anymore."

"No one in the surrounding villages wants to marry her off. Let them live with the scholar on their own."

Shimo Village looked down on people from nearby villages because of the scholar Jiang Chen who was born in the village. The surrounding villages had had enough of them.

Shen Nanzhi smiled and said, "The aunts are right. We have a bumper harvest this year. If other villages want to plant seeds, we can sell them seeds, but Shimo Village doesn't have any.

When we all become rich and eat meat and fine grains, while they still drink black flour porridge and cannot even get enough to eat, then we will be truly relieved.”

Most of the nearby villages have marriages, and they look out for each other and are well-informed. Yushu Village has a bumper harvest this year. How can the wives in the village not tell others when they return to their parents' homes?

If they want to plant it at that time, Shen Nanzhi will not stop them, except for Shimo Village.

"That's right. We are all waiting. This day won't be too far away."

As they were talking, the aroma wafted into the air. No one was in the mood to chat and just stared at the stove. The smell was so fragrant.

"It's almost time to serve. Let's get ready to eat."

First serve the meal to the table of the elders. The staple food is sweet potato, and there are also steamed rice and steamed buns. You can choose what you like.

Pork ribs stewed with potatoes, beans, a braised pork, stir-fried Chinese cabbage, and steamed eggplant. These four simple dishes are all very large in portion.

The corn tortillas are scooped out individually, and the golden color is pleasing to the eyes.

"This is corn. Let me try it first."

Shen Qingshan picked it up and tasted it carefully, his eyes lit up: "Delicious."

However, he had little education and did not have many words to describe it. He just thought it tasted good and was no worse than white flour.

"Everyone, try it. Don't stare at me. Just looking at me won't satisfy you and will only make you greedy."

The elders laughed. Some picked up potatoes, some ate sweet potatoes. The corn cakes were a little hard to chew because of the rice crust, so they preferred potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Young people prefer to eat corn cakes, which have a crispy and sweet taste and are quickly snatched up.

Shen Nanzhi was eating potatoes that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he was also sighing. He didn't eat this thing to lose weight before because it was high in starch and full of carbohydrates. But in this era, this thing is a good thing that can help you survive.

The villagers all have big appetites, so they cooked a lot and ate it all. Even the vegetable soup was mixed with rice and eaten up. Everyone was very satisfied.

Shen Nanzhi looked at the plates and bowls, each one cleaner than the other, and couldn't tell whether she was happy or speechless. The villagers were so honest that they were unwilling to waste a single grain of food.

Washing dishes was easy. Aunt Shen grabbed a handful of wood ash and washed them clean. Although Shen Nanzhi knew that wood ash was not dirty, she still couldn't get used to it.

Forget it, she doesn’t need these dishes and chopsticks anyway, and mostly eats in the space.

"Nanzhi, these things are delicious. Is the production really that large?"

Shen Qingshan was still worried because the farmers were too eager to fill their stomachs.

"Yes, it can. It is not picky about the soil and is drought and barren, especially sandy soil. If you grow potatoes and sweet potatoes well and give them enough fertilizer, the yield can reach two to three thousand kilograms.

Corn is more particular, like millet, it requires more care, and the yield is not as high as the other two, but corn tastes better, it is equivalent to a semi-fine grain, and is tastier. "

"Two or three thousand kilograms? You haven't chosen the land. If this is successfully planted, Nan Zhi, you will be a noble person in the village."

"It's too polite for my cousin to say this. I was ignorant before and was deceived by the Jiang family. Now I can repay my elders and I feel better.

Uncle, hurry up and count the number. I will prepare the seeds for you in the next few days and teach you how to plant them."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Shen Qingshan and the elders went home to gather the younger generations, and those who were in charge of each family went to the village chief's house to hold a meeting to discuss planting new crops.

Shen Nanzhi did not get involved. She even went to the Song family to persuade Mr. Song to grow new crops and provide cover.

The yard had been cleaned up by the aunts, and they locked the door and went directly to the Song family in the town.

The town is not as lively as the county town, but it is more prosperous than the village. You can buy everything you need for daily life here, and the prices are mainly cheap and affordable.

Shen Nanzhi didn't have any gifts, so she took out a Jinhua ham and some sausages from the space. These were delicacies that Mr. Song had never tasted before, and the main purpose was to create novelty.

The housekeeper of the Song Mansion was quite polite, but his eyes occasionally flashed with disdain, as if he was a poor relative who was begging for money.

Shen Nanzhi didn't bother with him. Dignity is given by oneself. If you don't have the ability, don't expect others to respect you.

I believe that the housekeeper will have a different attitude next time I come.

Mr. Song's family businesses are mostly land and shops, which he develops in this county. He has never ventured out, so he is not very busy.

When Shen Nanzhi came over, Mr. Song didn't put on airs and invited her in.

"Hello, Mr. Song. Sorry to bother you."

"It's okay. I'm free too. You and Jian grew up together, and I know you've always protected Jian. I'm very grateful to you. Just like a junior in my family, you can come whenever you want in the future. Don't be restrained."

Mr. Song was smiling and speaking in a pleasant way, without looking down on Shen Nanzhi.

He is the richest man in the county, so he must have his strengths.