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

All the neighbors gathered together to chat and praise the delicious dumplings.

But that inappropriate voice came out.

Aunt Yang came over with a look of disdain on her face: "Just giving you a few vegetarian dumplings is enough to buy you off? Don't you think about the fact that our family gave her ten kilograms of potatoes?"

"If you look down on it, then don't eat it." One aunt couldn't stand it anymore and retorted directly.

"So Grandma Yang's family doesn't want to eat the dumplings we make. Then I'll go back and tell Mom that I won't send this bowl to your family for now."

Xiao Nan was holding two large bowls and was about to rush over to give them to Aunt Yang, but she turned abruptly and walked straight into Li Yang's house next door.

"Brother Li Yang, come over and eat dumplings!"

Aunt Yang couldn't stop him from behind, so she could only stare with wide eyes: "Qin Nan, you...you damn girl..."

Why not send it to her? She also sent ten kilograms of potatoes to Yun Zhenzhen's family, so she should have a share of the dumplings.

"Sister Yang, your niece from your mother's side married a rich man. The dumplings made by their family must be full of meat, fragrant and delicious." Aunt Zhao deliberately walked over and mocked her with a smile.

"Why didn't you go to eat her dumplings? Maybe they looked down on you and refused to give you any? Oh, what a pity! I was thinking of asking your niece to bring some for us to try..."

Aunt Yang knew that Aunt Zhao was not easy to mess with. She couldn't beat her or scold her, so she just snorted coldly.

"People don't even care about ordinary dumplings. They're tired of them. They only eat other delicacies from the mountains and the sea, things you've never seen before."

The villagers ate dumplings while listening to her bragging. More people came around with bowls in hand. As everyone got closer, the aroma of dumplings in the bowls wafted out. The fragrant white flour made people drool.

Aunt Yang licked her dry lips unconsciously. She didn't want anyone to notice, so she continued to talk to save face, "The food that rich people eat is something you peasants have never seen before. Things like bird's nest, beef, and even some new things from the river..."

……

Autumn is in full swing.

When Qin Nan took the dumplings to the other side of the village, Wanniang was embroidering a handkerchief at home.

She used the most ordinary white linen. There was a chrysanthemum in the lower right corner of the handkerchief, and a colorful butterfly next to it, which jumped out of the cloth vividly.

Xiao Nan rushed in and saw this scene: "Sister Wanniang's craftsmanship is really good. The flowers and butterflies here look like they are alive."

Yun Zhenzhen followed closely behind.

Seeing the two of them, Wanniang quickly stood up and asked, "Why are you here? I said I wanted to go to your house to help, why haven't you sent any letters in the past two days?"

"Isn't that why I'm here?" Yun Zhenzhen said with a smile, taking the handkerchief from her hand: "You have great craftsmanship. Are you free recently? I'd like to invite you to my house to help with some needlework."

Spinning wool and weaving blankets are very troublesome tasks. Old Mrs. Qin cannot handle it alone. The children in the family can only help to twist the wool at most. She still needs to find other helpers to do the knitting work.

She suddenly remembered her stepmother whom she had met a few days ago. Aunt Zhao said that she was very good at sewing, so she thought of asking her to help with the work.

"Sure!" Wanniang quickly put down what she was holding. She was worried that she would not have the chance to repay her kindness. It would be best if she could go over and help.

"Then it's settled. I'll pay you twenty cents a day, okay?" Yun Zhenzhen looked at her with a smile.

Twenty wen... wages! ?

Wanniang stood there in a daze. Didn’t she go there to help? She was about to refuse, but she only saw the backs of the mother and daughter, which didn’t give her any chance to refuse.

There was still a big bowl of dumplings left on the table that Xiaonan had brought over.

Wanniang packed up everything at home and took Xiaodouzi to Yun Zhenzhen's house.

I ran into Old Lady Qin at the door. I got closer and saw the chrysanthemum handkerchief in her hand. I praised her repeatedly, saying, "This pattern is so beautiful. You are worthy of being the best embroiderer in our village. Even my eldest daughter-in-law can't compare to her."

"Of course not." Xiaodouzi said proudly, "Auntie relied on this craft to raise me to this age. When I grow up, I will inherit everything from Auntie and buy her a big house when I make money."

Wanniang felt a little embarrassed and gently pulled her: "You child..."

I came here to help because there was no one to look after her at home. Although Xiaodouzi is sensible, she is only five or six years old. I was really worried about leaving her alone at home, so I had to bring her here with me.

Hearing the voices outside the door, Yun Zhenzhen also came out.

"Sister Yun, I'm here. What do you need my help with?"

Yun Zhenzhen pulled the two of them to sit down at the stone table, pointed at the bundles of wool on the table and said, "Weave a blanket!"

Wanniang picked up a bundle of wool and looked it over.

The feel of this thread was different from any she had seen before. It was light and had a light purple color, which was really beautiful.

Old Mrs. Qin also sat down next to her, picked up two knitting needles, took out one of the yarns, and wrapped it around her fingertips to demonstrate to her.

"Just like I did, wrap the thread around my index finger, make a knot on the knitting needle, and then..."

After looking at it twice, Wanniang had an idea in her mind. She picked up another set of knitting needles and wool on the table, and flexibly wrapped her fingers around it. After gently stirring it a few times, she knitted out a piece of wool as long as a fingernail.

Yun Zhenzhen looked at the two people's skillful appearance and suddenly fell silent.

She's the only one who's not good at knitting!

Everyone in the room is better at knitting than the other. This morning, Aunt Zhao and Xiao E also came to help. They learned it after learning it twice. Who knew that Wan Niang was so skilled.

She sighed softly and silently put down what she was holding.

"Looks like I'll just have to go and spin some yarn. Staying here is just delaying everyone's progress..."

It was the first time for the women to see Yun Zhenzhen so frustrated. Old Lady Qin couldn't help but smile: "Don't worry, Third Wife. You're better than us in every other aspect. If you figured out everything, wouldn't it make us look useless?"

Aunt Zhao kept moving her hands, knitting and laughing, and said to Wanniang: "Sister Yun knows a lot of things, but her needlework skills are the only thing she's not good at. When she first became good at it, she couldn't even sew clothes or quilts at home. I was the one who taught her, and the clothes she sewed looked like earthworms crawling on them, hahahaha..."

Wanniang didn't interact much with the villagers. Apart from embroidering handkerchiefs, she would go out to find something to eat. She only knew Old Lady Qin who was present.

When she first came in, she was a little embarrassed, but after Aunt Zhao joked with her, the atmosphere instantly became harmonious.

He also smiled, his pair of almond-shaped eyes were very pleasing to the eye.

On the other hand, she did not forget to comfort Yun Zhenzhen: "Sister Yun is already very amazing. Just like that potato, even if we saw it, we would never have known it was so useful."

Yun Zhenzhen smiled and continued, "Remember to eat those potatoes I brought you last time, otherwise they'll sprout and it would be a shame to throw them away."

"Yeah." Wan Niang nodded and smiled shyly: "I eat it every day. Thanks to the potatoes my sister sent me, I haven't been hungry in the past few days."

It's not her fault. Although Wanniang is good at embroidery, she can only embroider a few handkerchiefs a month. Most of the time she has to take care of the one acre of land at home. It's already good enough that she doesn't starve to death.