I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

The women in this village have never left the village and have never seen the outside world.

Song Wanqing discovered that some of the embroidered faces were actually very good, with fine stitches and lifelike embroidery. However, without comparison and having never seen things outside, she didn't know how good her own skills were.

She carefully looked at the exquisite embroidery they had made. If the world was peaceful and prosperous now, these embroidery works would definitely be sold at a good price. Unfortunately, there were constant disputes outside and everyone was worried about food, so they had no intention of buying these things.

Thinking of the Alien Mall, Song Wanqing thought that she could put these embroidery products on the mall and sell them to people from other worlds. This would be the best of both worlds.

"Your craftsmanship is excellent. From now on, you will lead the embroiderers in the embroidery room to do the work." Song Wanqing can only appear here frequently during this period of time. Now that the embroidery room has stabilized, she will naturally come less often.

This is actually equivalent to delegating power, handing over the management of embroidery room fees to these embroiderers.

Those embroiderers were just ordinary women in the village. How could they manage an embroidery room? For a moment, they looked reluctant and did not dare to agree easily.

"This... Madam Song, we are not worthy of this!" said the beautiful embroiderer anxiously.

The others were also at a loss, looking embarrassed, and said, "Thank you Madam Song for your appreciation, but we usually just embroider things when we have nothing to do, and we don't know how to teach others properly!"

Seeing the uneasiness on their faces, which were obviously insecure, Song Wanqing comforted them, "You don't have to worry about your own incapability. I have seen your abilities these days."

"You are naturally excellent in this village, and I have carefully considered the decision to let you manage it."

Ye Qian was also in this embroidery room. She was originally too embarrassed to work in the embroidery room founded by Song Wanqing, but her mother saw that there was money to be made here and naturally had no reason to let it go, so she forced her to come here to work.

Ye Qian couldn't persuade her mother, so she had to come here in shame. When she arrived at the embroidery room, she dared to sit alone in the corner, hoping that Song Wanqing would not find her.

Now that she heard that Song Wanqing was going to hand over the management rights of the embroidery room, she could no longer hold back.

Just when she was about to shamelessly jump out and take on the responsibility of managing the embroidery room, she heard someone speak before her: "Since Miss Song trusts us, let's give it a try. We will definitely not let Miss Song down."

The one who spoke was a young lady named Wang from the north of the village. Although she was young, she was an excellent embroidery worker and looked calm and steady.

Song Wanqing felt relieved to hand the embroidery room over to her, and smiled: "In that case, thank you for your hard work. It's worth it. If there is no problem in the management in the future and the embroidery room is stable, I will pay you more wages."

When they heard that they could earn more money, the embroiderers' faces became excited.

But Ye Qian on the side had a gloomy face. She felt that it was this young lady Wang who stole her job and she held a grudge against her.

She was originally malicious, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to hurt people.

As long as she gets the chance, she will bite anyone she meets.

One day, the embroiderer came to work as usual, but heard a miserable scream from Miss Wang in the embroidery room.

When everyone heard the sound, they looked over, only to see that the product on her loom, which was almost finished, had been maliciously destroyed.

She had spent a lot of time on this embroidery. Now that her hard work had been wasted, she fell over the table and burst into tears.

There was an embroiderer beside her, comforting her gently, and someone went to ask Song Wanqing to seek justice.

When Song Wanqing saw the several malicious scratches on the exquisite embroidery that showed she had put a lot of effort into it, her face turned ugly in an instant.

"I didn't expect that someone here could do such a vicious thing. I definitely won't tolerate such a person here. Let me be frank. If I find out who did it, I won't give you face."

As Song Wanqing spoke, her eyes moved around the embroiderers in the embroidery room, and soon she caught a vague look from one of the embroiderers.

Ye Qian? Judging from her eyes, she must be guilty.

But without evidence, Song Wanqing couldn't just pull her out rashly.

Song Wanqing narrowed her eyes coldly. She looked at the embroiderers in the room and said in a deep voice after a while: "Does anyone see who did it? Anyone who reveals it will have their wages doubled this month."

Glancing at Ye Qian and seeing her frantically trying to hide herself, Song Wanqing curled up the corners of his lips into a sarcastic smile.

As soon as Song Wanqing finished speaking, the embroidery room remained silent and no one spoke.

Ye Qian quietly curled the corners of her mouth while no one noticed her. She waited for a long time before she took action yesterday, and she was very sure that no one saw her.

Just as she was secretly feeling proud, a weak voice came out from the crowd: "I, I saw it."

Everyone was attracted by the voice and looked over, and saw a young lady with fair cheeks raising her hand.

Ye Qian had a bad feeling in her heart, and sure enough, the young lady pointed her finger at her tremblingly: "She did it. I forgot to take my lunch box after work yesterday, and when I came back to get it, I saw her in front of Sister Wang's loom."

As the young lady spoke, everyone's eyes were on Ye Qian.

Ye Qian denied it flatly, "I didn't do it, you're talking nonsense!" Her eyes suddenly became fierce and she cursed, "You must have framed me because you don't like me!"

The young lady was frightened by her and trembled, and hurriedly tried to explain to Song Wanqing, "Madam Song, everything I said is true!"

Song Wanqing's eyes flickered as he looked at Ye Qian, whose face was ferocious, and he said nonchalantly, "Miss Ye, your reaction was quite big. Who can tell you where you were at that time?"

"I, I..." Ye Qian's eyes were evasive, and she stammered, unable to utter a word.

No one in this village is close to her, so even if she were asked to give false testimony, she wouldn't be able to do it!

She gritted her teeth and shouted, "It's not me anyway!"

"Really? Then you don't have to come to this embroidery room from now on." Song Wanqing was too lazy to listen to her excuses and waved her hand to drive her out.

Ye Qian was so angry that she refused to leave after being kicked out. She stood at the door of the embroidery room and cursed at Song Wanqing.

"How dare you chase me away!"

"Song Wanqing, you bitch! Since you treated me like this, I will never let you off easily again!" she said.

Song Wanqing didn't bother to pay attention to her. She just looked at the embroiderers in front of her and said, "I don't want what happened today to happen again. We are all from the same village. We will see each other every day. If you do something like this, the whole village will despise you."

Song Wanqing paused for a moment before speaking: "I will never use such a person again. She cannot participate in any activities I hold in the future."