The shopkeeper came back and saw that the color of the rouge...

It was indeed much better than the ones in their own store, and far better than the rouge that Zhou Qianqian had left with him on consignment.

The shopkeeper suddenly felt disheartened.

The owner has always been proud of the recipe that has been passed down for generations in his family. However, with the emergence of rouge that is better than theirs one after another recently, the owner has begun to think about closing down the shop.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was when he heard a passing customer say that the rouge he had bought that morning for two taels of silver was only being sold for two hundred coins in the shop.

Two hundred coins!

The rouge in his shop sells for five hundred wen, and the rouge that Zhou Qianqian put here for consignment sells for eight hundred wen.

And rouge that is better than theirs only sells for two hundred coins!

The shopkeeper was standing behind the counter and doubting his life. Then the girl surnamed Zhou came again and asked him what was going on.

After hearing what the shopkeeper said, Zhou Qianqian was also dumbfounded.

"Better than my rouge? How is that possible?"

This recipe was what Zhou Lingling used to make money throughout her life. It was one of the golden eggs in her hand, and later it was said to be popular throughout the city.

It was with the money she earned from selling rouge that she was able to support her husband's studies for the imperial examinations, and even her brother received a lot of help.

How could there be any rouge better than hers!

Absolutely impossible!

Zhou Qianqian walked out of the rouge shop with her rouge. As she walked, she saw the Chen family's meat stall diagonally opposite.

An idea suddenly popped into her mind.

Could it be her?

It must be her!

It must be Zhou Lingling!

"Why are you so vicious that you even block my only way..."

Zhou Qianqian murmured softly with a dim gaze.

She took one last look at Chen's meat stall, then turned and walked east.

**

the other side,

Zhou Lingling followed her father in a ox cart to Zhoujia Village.

Tie Yuan and several others were accompanying them. They originally wanted to go on foot, but Zhou Lingling decided to buy an ox cart.

"It will be more convenient for Uncle Tao and his friends to go back and forth to town with an ox cart."

If Zhou Lingling wasn't afraid of attracting too much attention, she would have wanted to buy a carriage!

The horse is so handsome and runs so fast.

Pity……

They agreed that, except Tie Yuan, the other four people would stay in Zhoujia Village permanently.

As for why only four people were left, it was because Zhoujia Village had only three acres of land in total, and with the help of the old patriarch's family, leaving four people was enough.

The ox cart also carried a basket of sweet potato vines and a basket of corn seedlings.

Zhou Lingling looked at Tie Yuan and others staring at the two bamboo baskets with sharp eyes all the way, and couldn't help laughing.

"Uncle Tie, if you keep staring, you'll poke a hole through the two baskets."

Tie Yuan and the others looked at each other hurriedly, gave an awkward smile, and then looked away in unison.

One of them touched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "When I think about how these tiny seedlings can grow so much food in the future, I'm afraid someone will snatch it away from us."

Others nodded in agreement.

Zhou Lingling understood and said, "We are familiar with the route, and no outsiders know about our family's seeds. Uncles, there is no need to be so nervous."

After she finished her persuasion, she changed the subject: "Hey, Uncle Tie, isn't our Southern Region completely different from the Northern Frontier?"

"That's so different!"

"In the northern border, every breath we take is filled with sand. It's nothing like the southern region, where the wind is so soft..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the conversation started.

Everyone chatted and laughed along the way and soon arrived at Zhoujia Village.

Many people in the village have seen Zhou Laoer's ox cart.

They didn't expect that Zhou Laoer, who was almost kicked out of the Zhou family, could actually buy an ox cart.

But I heard from the third daughter-in-law of their family that the second daughter-in-law of Zhou started a small business in the town with the help of her mother's family.

The money for buying the ox cart was probably given by my wife and mother-in-law's family.

The men in Zhoujia Village all looked disdainful, but secretly envious in their hearts.

Why don’t they have such capable daughters-in-law and supportive mothers-in-law?

No matter what the people in Zhoujia Village thought, Zhou Laoer drove the ox cart with a normal expression and took his daughter to the old patriarch's house.

When he came back to plant potatoes before, he lived with the old patriarch. This time they also planned to let other people live here temporarily.

On the one hand, he wanted a place to stay, and on the other hand, Tie Yuan thought it was necessary to keep an eye on the old patriarch's family.

Although it seems that the old patriarch and his family are still helping them now, people's hearts are hidden and money can move people's hearts. After a while, the things growing in their fields will be different from those of other people's fields, and the villagers will find out sooner or later.

The old patriarch will help them explain how to do it when the time comes, but they have to be on their own to guard against sabotage and theft.

Two ox carts were parked at the door.

The old patriarch in the yard heard the noise and squinted his presbyopic eyes to look at the door.

"Old man, old man, are you there?"

It's a familiar voice.

The old patriarch sat up and then lay back down in the chair, closing his eyes and swaying leisurely.

This chair was given to her by the little girl. It’s quite comfortable.

The courtyard door was not closed, so Zhou Lingling didn't hesitate to call out twice and pushed the door open.

As a result, I saw the old man looking leisurely.

"Hey, I told you this stinky old guy is home!"

"Old man, why didn't you answer me?"

The old patriarch still had his eyes closed. He snorted and muttered, "I'm not called a stinky old man..."

When Zhou Lingling heard this, she ran over and grabbed the old patriarch's beard, forcing him to open his eyes.

"You stinky old man, you stinky old man, you are a stinky old man."

"This is unreasonable! This is simply unreasonable!"

The old patriarch stood up from his chair and slapped her hand away.

"You, you, you, I'm going to expel you from the family tree!"

Zhou Lingling wasn't frightened at all: "It's as if I've been listed in your Zhou family's genealogy."

In feudal society, women were not allowed to be included in their family tree.

But what's funny is that she can be listed in someone else's family tree as another person's wife, such as her mother, Zhou Chen.

The old patriarch pointed at her with a trembling finger and kept saying "you you you" for a long time, but could not say anything to refute.

"Just wait, I'll add you to the family tree later!"

Then expel the stinky girl from the family tree!

Before Zhou Lingling could react, Zhou Laoer, who had just harnessed the cow, was happy.

How could such a good thing come to my door?

"Old patriarch, do you keep your word?" Zhou Laoer asked quickly.

The old patriarch also realized what he had said, and he glared at Zhou Laoer in annoyance.

"As a father, you let your daughter be so presumptuous, what a useless thing!"

Zhou Laoer: "...Old Patriarch, you haven't said when you'll let my daughter be included in the family tree!"

The old patriarch ignored him and went to see the two baskets brought by Zhou Lingling and others with the help of his crutches. Unexpectedly, he saw four or five bearded men guarding the baskets.

They were so ferocious that the old man was so scared that he thought he had encountered bandits.

Zhou Lingling: "Old Patriarch, these are the guards my family hired. They will be guarding these acres of land from now on. Please take good care of them."

The old patriarch looked at these people who were obviously not simple at all, and thought: Why do they need me to take care of them more...

Tie Yuan: The reputation of these brothers as bandits cannot be washed away...

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