Stepmother in charge: Making a fortune through farming and raising her children to fight back

One hundred and sixty-four copper coins was quite a lot, so Yun Zhenzhen took two out and stuffed them directly into Qin Li's hand.

"Give it to me?" Qin Li looked at the two copper coins in his hand in shock: "This..."

"Take it." Yun Zhenzhen looked at him with a smile: "This is your pocket money. Xiaowen and Xiaonan also have some. I'll give them to them when I get home."

After saying that, he walked west without caring about his reaction. There was a cloth shop over there.

Qin Li followed subconsciously, rubbing the copper coins with his hands in his pockets. When his father was still at home, he had never given so much pocket money to the children. He couldn't help feeling mixed emotions.

Yun Zhenzhen was thinking in her heart, buy some new cloth to make clothes for each child, and also make two quilts and sheets.

The sounds of hawking continued to come from all around, one after another.

"Mung bean cakes, jujube cakes, peach blossom cakes... two cents a bag, five cents for two bags."

Listening to the shouting, Qin Li suddenly thought of how his stepmother had just settled the score.

"What's wrong?" Yun Zhenzhen looked at him without saying anything.

"Can you do the math?" Qin Li asked shyly, still a little uncomfortable.

"Yes, I learned it from my nephew at my mother's house." Yun Zhenzhen said calmly, "Why? You want to learn it?"

"Ah."

After a pause, he felt a little embarrassed again.

"Forget it if it's troublesome."

Yun Zhenzhen slowed down her pace and looked at him seriously: "It's not a big deal. As long as you want to learn, I know how to do it and I will teach you."

"Okay." Qin Li nodded, and said something else, but because his voice was too soft, it was blown away by the wind.

There was a pole outside the cloth shop, with a piece of cloth floating on it, with the words "cloth shop" written on it.

There are rows of fabrics in front of the house, and there are many shelves on the surrounding walls, which are also filled with various kinds of fabrics. There is a wide variety for people to choose from.

In fact, there is nothing to choose from. Farmers usually wear white, brown and gray.

Yun Zhenzhen looked around for a long time, roughly selected a few, and went to pay.

After coming out, the small backpack behind Qin Li was already filled with cloth, and Yun Zhenzhen even bought white cotton material specially.

As for what to do.

Qin Li thought about how his stepmother had asked him if he was wearing any underwear when they were choosing the fabric, and he felt extremely ashamed and angry.

The brothers and sisters had been without a mother since they were young, and their father was a big-hearted person who never cared about these things. Qin Li only realized that he had to wear another layer inside after his stepmother told him just now.

After buying the cloth and catkins, Yun Zhenzhen just wanted to look up to the sky and cry out. The money she had just earned from selling candy was only fifty-four cents left. She still had to work hard to make money. This was too much of a waste.

......

After the two arrived home, Yun Zhenzhen called the two little ones and gave each of them two copper coins.

Put the mung bean cakes you bought on the table.

"Here, this is pocket money. The mung bean cakes are on the table, help yourself."

Then he knocked on Aunt Zhao's door with a bag of mung bean cakes, leaving the two children at home staring blankly at the copper coins in their hands.

"Auntie, are you at home?"

"I'm here, I'm here." When Aunt Zhao heard it was Yun Zhenzhen, she hurried over to open the door.

"Hey, you from the Rule House, have you bought the cotton?"

"Yes, I just got home." Yun Zhenzhen smiled and handed over the mung bean cake: "Thank you for the backpack yesterday. Here are some snacks for the children."

"Oh, you're so polite." Aunt Zhao looked at the cakes in her hand and smiled at Yun Zhenzhen more sincerely: "It's just a loan, why spend money?"

"Of course, of course. I have to trouble my aunt to teach me how to make clothes and bedding."

"It's a small matter. Let's go to your house."

So, in the afternoon, the three children saw an extremely horrifying scene - their stepmother, who was extremely strong and had a bad temper and only knew how to beat people, picked up the needle and thread with her hands and started sewing clothes and bedding in an orderly manner.

Every stitch and every detail is meticulous.

Occasionally, when I encounter a thick part that I can’t sew through, I just use the thimble on my finger to push it in and it can be easily sewn in.

At the beginning, Aunt Zhao taught her step by step. After sewing a set of clothes, Yun Zhenzhen could do it by herself. She sewed very quickly, but the appearance was a little unsatisfactory, which made Aunt Zhao beside her laugh and cry.

In the evening, the whole family put on new clothes and covered themselves with new quilts.

The brand new quilt cover, wrapped in white and soft willow catkins, smells fresh.

Qin Nan jumped up and down on the bed with joy, and the two older ones were crying.

They didn't know how long it had been since they had worn clean clothes and slept on clean bedding.

I can’t remember clearly.

Qin Li sat on the bed in a daze, stroking the new bedding, his heart trembling slightly. This feeling was really indescribable.

"Brother, tell me, has my stepmother...really changed for the better?" Compared to the naive Qin Nan, Qin Wen has become much more sensible.

"Hmm." Qin Li said in a deep voice: "Perhaps...we can trust her again for the time being."

That night, Yun Zhenzhen had the best rest since she arrived here.

In her dream, she returned to her own era. Before she even woke up, she was woken up by the alarm clock to go to work at 8:00 am.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling, jingle-a-ling-a-ling..."

"Boom boom, boom boom..."

The two voices merged together.

Yun Zhenzhen suddenly opened her eyes, turned over and sat up in bed, and heard shrill cries and shouts coming from outside the door.

"Mrs. Shouze, get up quickly. There are thieves in the village. Get up quickly!" Aunt Zhao from next door shouted loudly outside the door.

Yun Zhenzhen subconsciously looked at the jar where food was kept at home, quickly opened the lid, and saw that the newly bought food was still there, which made her feel relieved.

When I opened the gate, Aunt Zhao was still standing outside anxiously.

"Is everything alright at your house?"

Seeing Yun Zhenzhen shook her head, Aunt Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that her family's life had finally improved, she didn't want to see any more misfortunes happen to the poor orphan and widow.

"You don't know, all the food from Qin Zhan's house at the entrance of the village has been stolen." Aunt Zhao's face was filled with regret. "The neighbors all went to help catch the thieves. I don't know if they can get it back."

Yun Zhenzhen took two steps over there and saw a farmhouse with bright lights in its yard.

Qin Zhan was so angry that he slapped his thigh. "What a sin! You will die miserably! Stealing other people's life-saving food will bring you divine punishment."

After saying that, he punched Qin Zhan next to him twice: "You old man, you slept so soundly that you didn't even know the thieves were coming..."

After saying this, he didn't care about the eyes of the people around him and sat on the ground and cried.

Qin Zhan's home is at the entrance of the village, which is conveniently located. However, if a thief comes to the village, his family will be the first to suffer.

Actually, Yun Zhenzhen is related to this family. Qin Zhan is the nephew of Qin Shouze's aunt. Because they are not very close, they don't interact with each other on a daily basis.

Aunt Qin continued to cry, and she pulled the neighbor who was comforting her aside and burst into tears: "The crops in the fields have not been harvested yet, and the last bit of food left at home has gone away. This is going to kill our family..."

"That damn thing! They even took the hawthorns we picked up a few days ago. They didn't leave us any chance to survive. Those were the rations we saved by scrimping and saving. Oh my God..."

The women watching couldn't help but feel sad.

The village chief then hurried over. He was very anxious and angry about what had happened in the village.

When Aunt Qin saw the village chief coming, she threw herself at his feet and said, "Village chief, you must make the decision for me, village chief..."

"You should get up first. The rice can be harvested in a month. We can all help you get through this difficult time."

The village chief of Daqin Village is also surnamed Qin. He is almost sixty years old this year. He has been the village chief for his entire life and still has a certain prestige in the village.