After the vicious adoptive mother gave up, the scumbag children regretted it

Mr. Song was also secretly sizing up Shen Nanzhi, a child he had watched grow up. Perhaps because he was bigger and stronger than other children of the same age, he was not good-looking and was a little self-conscious and timid, never daring to look up at people.

He still looks fat today, but he has become whiter, and his eyes look especially bright, confident and generous, giving people a brand new feeling.

If you change your clothes, you'll look a little richer.

Shen Nanzhi put down the gift first: "Some homemade cooked meat, hung in a cool place can be preserved for a long time, not worth much money, Song Bo, you can taste it, if you like it, I will make it for you."

The word "Uncle Song" brought them closer together. Shen Nanzhi understood the ways of the world.

Mr. Song asked the housekeeper to accept it, saying it was a token of the child's kindness, and to give her more gifts in return later so as not to take advantage of the child.

Shen Nanzhi continued: "I came here today to cooperate with Uncle Song and make a fortune together."

"Oh, tell me."

Because she saved his son, Mr. Song gave her a chance, but after this time, Shen Nanzhi would no longer be favored by him.

"Mr. Song, try these foods first. If they taste good, you can plant some this summer. I promise there will be a big surprise waiting for you in the fall."

There were only a few corn tortillas, potatoes and sweet potatoes left from lunch, not much, just enough for him to try.

Mr. Song looked at it curiously, "Can this be eaten?"

Shen Nanzhi broke it open and took a bite. Rich people value their lives and don’t dare to eat anything. What if it’s poisonous?

A small detail made Song Bo look at her with admiration. This child was very different. She was very careful in doing things and made people feel comfortable.

He also tasted it and nodded: "It tastes good. Do you want to sell me the seeds?"

"No, I will provide the seeds, but you have to tell others that the Song family found them from somewhere else and borrowed your name."

Mr. Song felt that there was no risk. After all, the food was grown in the fields. As long as it could be eaten, nothing would happen.

"Okay, is that all?"

Shen Nanzhi: "Of course not. I provide seeds and want 20% of the income. From a business perspective, it's not easy for me to find these things."

"Where did you get it?"

Mr. Song couldn't help but ask a few more questions. This child was hard to figure out.

"These are things left behind from the bandits' cellar before the government moved out. I cooked them and they tasted good, so I decided to try growing them.

You also know that my in-laws look down on me and I have no land, so I thought of you.

Whether I can have enough food or not, I still need Uncle Song to support me."

Shen Nanzhi quickly thought of those bandits. They didn't look like people from the Central Plains. Maybe they were from foreign countries. If he put the blame on them, he wouldn't be afraid of anyone investigating.

At worst, we can put a batch back in the warehouse of the village and then move it out to leave a place for these crops.

"Well, if I don't agree to your little request, my kid will still make trouble with me."

Shen Nanzhi smiled, "Ah Jian still has a childish temper, he cares about his reputation, he is loyal, and he still respects you in his heart."

"Haha, that's right, this kid is just a little too soft-hearted, but he has a good temper."

Parents all like others to praise their children, and Mr. Song is no exception.

Shen Nanzhi continued, "Song Bo doesn't have to occupy good farmland. You can cultivate some wasteland to grow it. This plant is drought-resistant and barren, and the yield is not bad. If you grow it for one year, you will want to grow more next year."

"Really? How about this? I'll plant as much land as you provide me with seeds. Is that okay?"

"I don't have much either. I can only give 100 kilograms of corn seeds and 100 kilograms of potatoes and sweet potatoes."

"That's not much. I'll arrange it. Don't worry."

"Thank you. Nanzhi will not disturb you anymore. Goodbye."

"Have a good walk. Let the housekeeper take you there. If you have something to do, come to our house. There's no need to be so polite."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Song."

After Shen Nanzhi left, Mr. Song didn't take it seriously and asked the housekeeper to send it to his own farm, where the head of the village would plant it.

The head of the village is also an experienced farmer. He didn't know how to plant these things. The housekeeper didn't pay attention and let them plant them, not knowing whether they could harvest them.

Shen Nanzhi only wants the reputation. If the Song family doesn't come to ask her how to manage the business, she won't rush to ask them, lest they regret it later.

After leaving the Song family, the housekeeper brought back a lot of gifts, including snacks, brown sugar, rice, etc., all of which were common. Shen Nanzhi accepted them without hesitation.

This little thing is not as valuable as a piece of Jinhua ham.

That's what reciprocity is all about.

Xiao Song went to the county town to study and was not at home. Shen Nanzhi saw that it was getting late and there were still some scattered stalls in the town, so he bought some vegetables and eggs and went home.

Before reaching the door of the house, he saw a group of people gathered together. Shen Nanzhi sneered, wondering what was going on.

The village is not big and there are not many people, but there are many unexpected things. Shen Nanzhi felt that he was too polite, making them feel that he could be bullied.

He casually picked up a stick from a roadside tree and brought it over. "Why are you all gathered here? This is my home, not a vegetable market. You stepped on my land and made it dirty. Can you afford to pay for it?"

It was Lin's mother, and she and the relatives of the Lin family were already waiting impatiently. Shen Nanzhi's eyebrows flashed, and he probably understood why Lin's mother came.

"Ms. Shen, you are always away from home and always in the limelight. Who can tolerate such a restless daughter-in-law like you?"

Shen Nanzhi raised the stick in her palm and hit it, scaring Lin's mother back away. This woman really dares to hit people when she gets crazy.

"Aunt Lin, who gave you the face to teach me a lesson? Are you my elder, or the elder of the Jiang family? Now it's your turn to act so arrogant. Just say what you want. My patience is limited."

Brother Jiang said, "Well, my sister was raped by Jiang Chen, how do you plan to solve it? You are his original wife, so I have to find you to deal with this matter."

"Yes, I am responsible."

Mother Lin was delighted, as long as she was willing to give up her position.

Shen Nanzhi said, "Let her serve tea. The matter has been settled. I can only acknowledge this sister and drink her concubine's tea."

"What? You want my daughter to be your mistress?"

Shen Nanzhi smiled, "What else? I have done my best to take her in. Ask the villagers, which girl would take the initiative to go to the back mountain with a man? Did Jiang Chen force her?

Aunt Lin, if this matter gets out, it's your daughter who is at fault first. I, as the legal wife, am generous and didn't force her to death. Isn't that tolerant enough?"

Lin's mother was so embarrassed that she hated Lin Xueqing so much. She was so rude to him. Now she couldn't even talk back when he pointed at her and scolded her. It was so frustrating.

Brother Lin asked, "What about the betrothal gift? You have to give a betrothal gift. Even if it's a concubine, there should be some ceremony and a few tables of feast, right?"

This request is reasonable, Shen Nanzhi is easy to talk to: "In the village, a family that can pay five taels of silver for a wedding is already a wealthy family, and the girl will also have a dowry.

How about this, I will pay for the banquet, and buy her two new clothes, two quilts, and one tael of silver, just to take her as a concubine, which is not too little."