I am the stepmother of my son, and the little villain has changed into a little cotton-padded jacket

Seeing this scene, Wen Shutang turned around and left. Judging from the current situation, Song Zhoubai could do the business very well without her advice.

In that case, she is happy to have a leisurely time and can collect money just by sitting at home.

I returned home with the clothes, and after entering the house I found that Xiao Yizhuo had not returned yet.

The two children followed Xiao Ze in practicing calligraphy in the room, and Wen Shutang took a closer look.

After Xiao Ze's guidance, the handwriting of the two little kids became much more beautiful.

Xiao Ye handed the name he had written to Wen Shutang, his tone quite proud.

"Mom, look at me. I wrote this myself. I have completely learned how to write my own name."

Wen Shutang looked down at his handwriting, and it was indeed much better than the dog-scratching handwriting at the beginning.

She reached out and touched his little head: "Aye, you write well. You have made great progress."

Children love to hear words of encouragement the most. Sure enough, when Xiao Ye heard what Wen Shutang said, a smile broke out on his whole little face.

"Hehe, big brother's handwriting is more beautiful."

Upon hearing this, Wen Shutang turned his head to look at the verses of poetry that Xiao Ze had copied from the book. His handwriting was as clear and powerful as he was.

She raised her eyebrows. It was already very good that Xiao Ze could write such handwriting at his age. It seemed that he had put a lot of effort into it.

"You wrote very well. Didn't the teacher praise you?"

"Thank you for the compliment. The teacher said that a person's handwriting reflects his character. He asked me to practice my handwriting more." A trace of shyness flashed across Xiao Ze's face.

"That's right. A real man should behave uprightly. Having good handwriting will be of great help to you in the future." Wen Shutang nodded in agreement.

While a few people were chatting, Xiao Yizhuo walked in from outside.

"You're back." Wen Shutang asked casually.

"Ah."

"How is Uncle Yang?"

Xiao Yizhuo poured some cold water to wash his hands: "The injury is not serious, but he can't walk. I have seen the trap, it is not the type we usually use in our village. It should be that people from other villages want to hunt in the mountains, but they didn't tell the village chief."

There are many mountains surrounding Da'an Village, and each mountain has exceptionally rich species. When hunters from outside villages come to hunt, they usually greet the village chief of Da'an Village in advance, but there are often some unscrupulous hunters who secretly place traps on the mountains.

"So that's how it is. I'll find some time to go see Uncle Yang. You can try this dress on first."

Wen Shutang turned around and took out new clothes from the closet and handed them to him.

Xiao Yizhuo stared at the new clothes for a moment, then took them and went to the inner room to change clothes.

Xiao Wan tilted her head and looked at the other dress in Wen Shutang's hand: "Mom, go try it on too. This color is light and it will definitely look good on you."

Wen Shutang lowered his head to take a look, wanting to see if it fit him, so he simply changed his clothes in Xiao Wan's room.

Soon, the two of them changed their clothes and came out, and the three kids were stunned.

Xiao Yizhuo was dressed in a dark green Su brocade robe. He had an angular and handsome face, a pair of deep black eyes that flashed with unfathomable light, and dark patterns embroidered on his cuffs, making him look dignified and steady.

Wen Shutang was wearing a long skirt also made of Su brocade. The pattern was just right and not ostentatious, which embellished her slender waist. The slightly raised hem of the skirt gave people a fresh and lively feeling.

Both of them saw the astonishment in each other's eyes. Wen Shutang walked around Xiao Yizhuo and nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.

"It is indeed beautiful. It seems that what the waiter said is right. The material and color suit you very well."

Xiao Yizhuo's sight fell on Wen Shutang, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He had never paid close attention to Wen Shutang's face before, but now he found that she was elegant and graceful.

"You look good too."

Xiao Yizhuo had never praised the girl before. He was silent for a long time and only uttered half a sentence.

Wen Shutang didn't care. She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. The material was comfortable and close-fitting, which was indeed very good.

He turned around and looked at the three dolls: "How are they? Do they look good?"

"It looks good. Mom looks really good in this dress." Xiao Wan was the first to nod vigorously.

Xiao Ye then agreed, "She's beautiful, beautiful. Mom is prettier than all the aunts in our village."

Although Xiao Ze didn't say anything, Wen Shutang saw the surprise in his eyes.

Women all like to be praised, and Wen Shutang is no exception. A smile appeared on her face.

"Great, then keep it and wear it during the New Year."

She changed her clothes and asked Xiao Yizhuo to help her move out the big wooden barrel to start distilling the petals to make perfume.

Song Zhoubai's perfume is selling like hot cakes, and it won't be long before they come to ask her for more perfume. She has to make it quickly while she still has time, so that both families won't have to worry.

Wen Shutang spent an entire afternoon making fifteen bottles of perfume. As she expected, Song Zhoubai sent someone to tell Wen Shutang that evening that the six bottles of perfume she had taken had been sold out, and asked her if she had any ready-made perfume.

Wen Shutang gave the perfume he had prepared in advance to the servant and asked him to go back and give it to Song Zhoubai.

The servant thanked him and left.

Wen Shutang has been staying at home these days preparing perfume, and he didn't stop until the shelves in the small warehouse were filled with small bottles.

In addition to the perfumes that Song Zhoubai's servant regularly comes to pick up these days, the small warehouse now has a total of fifty bottles of perfume stored in it.

Song Zhoubai had the same idea as Wen Shutang. He also adopted the method of small profits but quick turnover and lowered the price of perfume so that ordinary people could afford it. Now almost everyone in the town has used some perfume.

Song Zhoubai came here once during this period. He came specifically to tell Wen Shutang how popular perfume is now.

"Madam Wen's perfume is completely popular. Even the spice shops in Beijing are placing orders for it in batches. The noble ladies in Beijing also know about it. We are going to make a lot of money this time." Song Zhoubai's eyes were shining when he said this. He looked at Wen Shutang as if he was not looking at a person, but at a god of wealth.

Wen Shutang did not expect that perfume would have such unprecedented success. She thought that at most people in the town would generally start using perfume, but she did not expect that people in the capital also knew about perfume.

With such a good prospect, Wen Shutang simply started to study other perfume scents. She tried distilling roses, lilies, and wild daisies.

Although the perfume made is not as fresh and elegant as that of Baiyutang flowers, it also has its own unique scent.

When the servant came to get the perfume again, Wen Shutang directly handed him all the perfumes and new products that he had made recently.

After the servant left, Song Zhoubai came the next day. Wen Shutang thought he brought some good news, but unexpectedly he heard bad news.