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

In the gloomy weather, the news that Yun Zhenzhen could buy wool at cost price spread quickly in the village, and everyone could buy it.

Many people used their newly earned copper coins to buy wool, much of which had not yet been spun into yarn.

Those who had helped the Yun family in the past were going to teach them how to spin yarn and weave blankets and clothes in the unrenovated house next door.

Try to teach them all within one day, and then let them go back home to make clothes.

Old Lady Qin, Aunt Zhao and a few other women became celebrities in the village within a day. A large group of aunts gathered around them to ask for advice. While they were having a great time, they were also very busy.

The man who had no wife at home felt out of place in the crowd, clumsily counting the stitches with his fingers entwined stiffly.

There is no other way. There are many children at home, and I have to go out even in winter.

Looking at the dilapidated house in front of him filled with people, Village Chief Qin couldn't help but sniff, and his heart felt at ease. He knew that he could survive this winter.

Everyone was enthusiastically learning to knit sweaters, and in their hearts they were grateful to Yun Zhenzhen's family for their kindness.

But some people are narrow-minded and don't appreciate this kindness.

In the corner of the room, a woman with a pointed face and high cheekbones raised the clothes in her hands and said loudly: "This is not right. Why is it so light when I hold something?"

Suddenly, everyone in the room's attention was drawn to her, and someone nearby asked enthusiastically, "Auntie Ma, what's wrong? Isn't it always like this?"

"I've seen the clothes made by Xiaodouzi from my late mother's family before. They look much thicker than the ones I knitted. This means that the clothes must weigh at least two kilograms."

"Aunt Qin, you've seen Xiaodouzi's clothes before, right?"

Aunt Ma's gaze turned to Chen in the center of the crowd.

"Ah... this, seems so." Chen, who was suddenly called out, was speechless. She had indeed seen it when she followed her sister-in-law to Yun Zhenzhen's house before.

She couldn't lie either.

"What's going on..."

There was not much work to do at home today, so Yun Zhenzhen thought of coming here to see the progress of her teaching them how to knit sweaters.

Along the way, she was thinking about how many people in the village came to her to buy wool today, and whether there were people whose families could not afford it and whom she had not noticed. She could help them out then.

But when she reached the factory door, she heard...

"I think a normal sweater must weigh more than two kilograms, but Yun Zhenzhen only sold us two kilograms. There's one kilogram in it. Tell me, where did the other one go..."

An auntie I know couldn't stand it any longer and retorted directly: "You can't say that. They bought it from far away and sold it to us at cost price, which is already very cheap. If you find it worse, you can just go buy it from someone else."

Aunt Zhao didn't tolerate her and directly retorted: "Little Douzi's clothes are made of thick materials. Wan Niang spent money to buy them. You spent a dozen copper coins to buy a little bit. Now it's less. Why are you blaming others? How shameless."

"That's right……"

Hearing the arguing coming from inside, the smile on Yun Zhenzhen's face gradually faded. She elegantly tucked the hair around her ears and pushed the door open the next second.

The girl in a gray and white jacket stood at the door with her hands in her hands, quietly watching Aunt Ma talking.

Almost everyone else in the room saw Yun Zhenzhen and didn't say anything. Only she was still standing in the middle, with her back to the door, preaching eloquently.

"What do you know? He bought this thing from such a faraway place, and he was so kind as to sell it to us at cost price. Maybe she secretly raised the price without us knowing. We have to thank her for her kindness..."

"Besides, the missing pound might have been swallowed by her..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly realized that the person who was yelling at her suddenly fell silent. A gust of cold wind blew in, and she turned around and noticed the woman standing at the door.

She clutched the yarn in her hand, swallowed hard, and said stubbornly, "Isn't it? Since you're here, just...just explain it to us all."

But these words obviously lacked confidence.

Yun Zhenzhen chuckled lightly, her voice still calm, but a little colder than usual: "Give me back my wool, I won't sell it to you anymore."

"Why...why? I spent money." Aunt Ma grabbed the wool in her hand in panic and hid behind.

Yun Zhenzhen lowered her eyes, threw away the few copper coins in her hand, and said in a cold voice: "I'll give you the money back, and treat me like wool."

Suddenly, the whole house was silent. Everyone was tactful and kept silent. Every word Yun Zhenzhen said was clearly heard by everyone, as clear as it could be.

When Aunt Zhao heard her say this, she immediately put down the basket in her hand, strode forward, and while Aunt Ma was still not reacting, she grabbed all the wool and walked to Yun Zhenzhen.

After a few seconds, Aunt Ma finally reacted and started to rush over here wailing. Just as she was about to rush to the front, Old Lady Qin took the lead and held her down.

"You don't understand what my third daughter-in-law is saying, and you still dare to cause trouble here."

"You bullied me, I'm going to ask the village chief for justice, village chief!!!"

Village Chief Qin happened to be outside the door at this moment and heard the whole process, but before he could take any action, Yun Zhenzhen arrived.

One is the famous mean aunt in the village, and the other is the niece of the Yun family who has helped the whole village countless times. Moreover, he witnessed the whole process and naturally knew who to side with.

After subduing Aunt Ma, Yun Zhenzhen didn't feel anything particularly bad.

In a large group, there will always be a few bad apples that do bad things. People's hearts are not as good as they used to be. She has been mentally prepared for this. She helps the villagers not for any reward, but just to be true to her heart.

She closed the leaky door, and the room immediately became much warmer. Then she walked to the front of the crowd, glanced at the aunts sitting neatly on the ground, raised her voice and spoke loudly.

"I bought the wool you have at cost. If you don't believe me, you can wait for Uncle Niu's son to come back and ask him. If you still don't believe me, I support you in returning the items to me."

Yun Zhenzhen's voice turned cold. "If I could make finished products out of the wool you have, I could earn dozens of times the profit. But the village chief, considering everyone's hardship during the winter, came to me and brought back quite a bit at cost price. I don't expect anyone to be grateful to me, but I also don't want anyone to slander me behind my back."

"I, Yun Zhenzhen, am putting this out there. If something like this happens again, don't blame me for reporting it to the police. Besides, if anything else happens to my family, it will definitely not be his turn to help."

Now that everything has been said, those who can understand will understand, and those who don’t understand can’t be explained. Yun Zhenzhen doesn’t want to join in the fun anymore and is ready to turn around and go home.

Old Lady Qin and the others had already taught her the basic acupuncture techniques, and then several others followed closely behind.