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

These children are still young and have experienced a lot of hardships. A full meal is a luxury for them and they would be grateful for a little warmth. They are much better than the three ungrateful people in the Jiang family.

Shen Nanzhi didn’t understand either. They were all beggars, so why were those three children raised in the wrong way?

Is their nature bad?

Actually, it wasn't like that. It was because the original owner spoiled them too much. She served them the best food and drinks and was reluctant to let them do any work. She raised them to be more pampered than the children in the village. This made the children think that they were very important and that their mother would spoil them unconditionally.

Naughty children must have naughty parents. Although the original owner was not a naughty parent, nor did he know how to educate children, he spoiled them blindly, and ended up making them ungrateful.

Shen Nanzhi understood all this and would not just raise these children without letting them work.

That is not good for them, it is destroying them.

Without the pampering of parents and relatives, and developing a princess syndrome, what good ending can there be?

Shen Nanzhi changed her clothes into an ordinary green cotton skirt that made her look slim. She threw the clothes into the washing machine to wash and dry them by themselves so that she would not be late for wearing them next time.

Let’s talk about Liao Baojia. When San Gouzi brought the ice cubes, he had the chisel and hammer ready. He had to make them into beautiful shapes and make them uniform in size to maximize the value of the ice cubes. This was a technical job.

When he opened the box, he was surprised to see that it contained separately divided ice cubes, some of which were round.

"Brother Liao, is there something wrong? I still need to reply to Sister Shen."

"Yes, it's fine, San Gouzi, are you relying on Miss Shen?"

San Gouzi said dissatisfiedly: "I can work, why are you talking about being lazy? You are going too far. You still expect me to bring you ice in the future. Apologize to me."

"Hey, I'm young, but I still have a bad temper. Okay, brother is wrong. San Gouzi is so capable, and Miss Shen took a fancy to him and made him the only one to be employed."

"That's pretty much it."

San Gouzi was happy. "Then I'll go. If you have anything, come to me and I'll tell Sister Shen. I'm working at home."

"Okay, say good things about your brother to Miss Shen, and I'll buy you some candy next time."

"I will. Remember this. Don't lie to children."

Liao Baojia found it funny. This kid is very smart.

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Shen Nanzhi had no other arrangements today, so he hired a few ox carts to transport the manure in the space back. This was a difficult job to do as it was smelly. If possible, Shen Nanzhi would like to dump the manure directly from the space to the ground to save the trouble.

Unfortunately, that’s not possible. This feces has to come from somewhere.

The dung pile was near a remote small village outside the city, and the cowherds were asked to load the dung themselves. Labor was cheap in ancient times, and they would help load the dung and deliver it to the village, earning only fifty cents per trip.

Shen Nanzhi hired three trucks. It would take five trips to haul the manure. Shen Nanzhi just paid them and asked them to haul it back to the village by themselves so that they wouldn't suffer with him.

When I rode back to the village, the well-drilling team was still busy. We were lucky as all three wells had water.

Mr. Hu was very proud that the tobacco she gave him was not wasted. If she was happy, it would have been even better if she gave him some more.

Smoking is like eating. If you are used to eating delicacies from land and sea, it will be difficult to swallow steamed buns and wild vegetables.

Shen Nanzhi was really happy. With water, fields and waste materials, it would be unacceptable if there was not a good harvest this autumn.

The sweet potatoes in her space are the latest variety of high-yield sweet potatoes, with a maximum yield of 5,000 kilograms. Even if the fertilizer here is insufficient and the climate is not suitable, she can at least harvest 4,000 kilograms, right?

One hundred acres of land, plus twenty to thirty acres of reclaimed wasteland, and some crops planted on the hillside, can reach one hundred and fifty acres. Conservatively estimated, the yield will be six hundred thousand kilograms.

If this number were told to others, no one would believe it. But Shen Nanzhi is so confident that she can make a lot of money with these 600,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes this year and accumulate the first original capital.

"Thank you for your hard work, old man. You are indeed an old hand. Really good. I will come to you if I need anything in the future."

Mr. Hu said, "That's a must. Our ability is here. I'm not bragging. We are second to none in the county in digging wells. Even the county magistrate has to give us some respect."

As he said this, he was surrounded by smoke and continued to smoke his pipe, hoping that if Shen Nanzhi gave him a little more tobacco, he would be able to smoke for a month.

Shen Nanzhi pretended to be stupid. She didn't have much space left and she was not a man. Why did she hoard so many cigars?

Keep some for future use, don't give it all to this old man.

To put it bluntly, Mr. Hu is no longer useful. Shen Nanzhi will not waste anything. She is such a realistic woman.

Mr. Hu was a little disappointed, so he had to make it clear: "Miss Shen, do you still have this tobacco? I'll buy it from you, you can tell me how much it costs, it really suits my taste."

Shen Nanzhi said: "You are talking about tobacco, I'm sorry, I really don't have any more, this is what my father made when he was alive, this is all I have left, I give it all to you.

How about I ask for you when my father appears in my dream later?"

Mr. Hu looked disappointed and said, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Instead of waiting for her father to appear in her dreams, it would be better for her to die and ask there.

Shen Nanzhi felt a little regretful. "I'm really sorry. I'll keep an eye out for you later. After all, I'm not interested in this."

Mr. Hu also felt that he shouldn't show his displeasure to others. Which girl would be interested in tobacco?

"Never mind. I just asked casually. Don't think too much about it. I've asked before. The water from your well is for irrigation. You don't need to lay so much cushion. It doesn't matter if the water is a little turbid.

I have seen people in other villages use a windmill to draw water, which saves a lot of effort. Otherwise, people would have to pump water manually to irrigate the fields, which would be exhausting.

Livestock can also be used to draw water. There are ways to do it. I will go to those villages and ask them to build you some windmills or ox-drawn water wheels. Then you don’t have to worry about water anymore.”

Shen Nanzhi thanked him sincerely: "Thank you so much, I was just worried about this. I hope there is a way. I will definitely help you find Yan Si'er, don't worry."

"Well, if you can find her, you will be my granddaughter in the future."

Shen Nanzhi, I suspect you are taking advantage of me, although I have no evidence.

She should find a grandfather for herself. She has no habit of recognizing elders.

The water source was solved, and dung was also delivered by ox carts. The stench filled the entire village. Shen Nanzhi covered her nose and said, "It stinks."

Other villagers, however, enjoyed it and were very interested: "What kind of manure is this? It stinks so much, it must be powerful. I have never seen manure that stinks so much."

A flourishing crop depends on manure. Shen Nanzhi could not understand these people's obsession with manure.