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

Wen Shutang looked over in the direction of the voice and discovered that Song Zhoubai was wearing a thick brocade robe with a grey cloak on the outside. He looked handsome and noble.

Wen Shutang was a little surprised. Didn't they just start clearing the snow on the road today? Song Zhoubai came so quickly. Could it be that he followed the government officials all the way here?

Song Zhoubai seemed to see Wen Shutang's confusion, and explained with a smile: "I donated some silver to the government, and also sent servants from the mansion to help clear the snow."

Wen Shutang immediately nodded in understanding. So that was how it was. No wonder the government was so diligent in sending people to clean the roads. It turned out that he was the one who gave a push from behind.

"Then why did you come along?"

Hearing Wen Shutang's question, Song Zhou's pale face suddenly showed some sadness: "It's because of business. The perfume was selling well, but it snowed heavily and I couldn't contact you for several days. Now the stock is completely out of stock. What should I do if I don't come to this business anymore?"

He quickly changed his mood, a smile appeared on his face, and he said cheerfully, "But it's all right now. The snow on the road has been cleared. You must have made a lot of perfume these days when you were idle at home, right?"

Speaking of perfume, Wen Shutang fell silent. Looking at Song Zhoubai's high spirits, she felt a little guilty.

It had been snowing heavily these past few days, so she should have had time to make perfume at home. But Xiao Yizhuo's incident happened, and she was so worried that she couldn't think of doing anything for several days.

Song Zhoubai noticed that Wen Shutang pursed his lips as if he had something to hide. He was stunned for a moment and then asked cautiously.

"You wouldn't have done anything without a bottle of perfume, would you?"

Seeing Wen Shutang nod, Song Zhoubai stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning, with disbelief in his eyes.

Without waiting for him to ask, Wen Shutang took the lead in explaining: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, there is a reason for everything."

Song Zhoubai stared at Wen Shutang with his eyes wide open, as if he would not give up unless she gave him a convincing reason.

Seeing this, Wen Shutang could only briefly describe the incident of children in the village being trapped in the snowy mountains. Song Zhoubai was quite satisfied with this answer. His expression looked a little better, and then he sighed.

"What if this is delayed too long and people's enthusiasm for perfume wanes?"

He had finally found such a hot-selling item and didn't want to stop so early.

Wen Shutang raised his eyebrows. This might not necessarily be a bad thing.

"Don't be so pessimistic. As the saying goes, there is always a way out. Who knows, this may be a good opportunity for us."

Song Zhoubai's eyes fell on her face, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "What opportunity?"

"Have you heard of hunger marketing?" Wen Shutang said mysteriously.

Song Zhoubai frowned, he had never heard of this word.

“What is hunger marketing?”

"It's a marketing method. When a product has been selling well for a long time and has gained a good reputation, the output of this product can be reduced appropriately. By then, people's demand will increase, but the output will decrease, and there will be a situation where supply exceeds demand. At that time, people's attention to this product will further increase." Wen Shutang explained that this is a very common marketing method in modern times and can be seen almost on every street and alley.

When Song Zhoubai heard this, he was stunned at first, but then he reacted and showed great surprise in his eyes. As a businessman, his mind naturally worked quickly and he immediately understood what Wen Shutang said.

This not only achieves the purpose of maintaining the popularity of the goods, but also increases the price of the goods to a certain extent.

"Scarcity makes things valuable? Yes, we can only sell a dozen bottles of perfume a day. This will not only reduce your burden, but also make people more eager to pursue perfume." He became more and more excited as he spoke, and he no longer had the sadness he just had.

Wen Shutang nodded. This guy really had a business mind and could understand everything so quickly.

Song Zhoubai looked at Wen Shutang with a bit of admiration in his eyes: "I didn't expect that Madam Wen has such an amazing talent in this area."

He now had a great interest in Wen Shutang. It was a great waste of talent that such an intelligent woman was just a peasant woman in a small village.

"That's too much. It's just a small idea."

With Wen Shutang's suggestion, Song Zhoubai changed his previous worried look, followed Wen Shutang in a good mood and kept asking her if she knew any other marketing methods.

Wen Shutang tilted her neck as she walked home. She had no idea that this person was so noisy.

The two returned home one after the other. Xiao Yizhuo had already repaired the roof and was now picking up the tiles that had fallen from the roof in the yard. When he heard the noise, he looked up and saw Song Zhoubai coming back behind Wen Shutang. He frowned slightly.

Xiao Ye was holding a few broken tiles in his hand. When he saw Song Zhoubai, he pointed at him and shouted, "Uncle."

Song Zhoubai was silent for a moment and then touched his face. He was just in his early twenties, shouldn't he call him brother?

Wen Shutang didn't care about Xiao Ye's address to Song Zhoubai. She walked into the yard and came to Xiao Ye's side, looking at the broken tile in his hand.

"Be careful not to prick your hand."

Xiao Ye tilted his head and laughed: "Don't worry, mom, I won't get scratched. I'm already a little man."

Wen Shutang also laughed and reached out to touch the top of Xiao Ye's head.

Song Zhoubai stood at the gate of the yard and looked at this heartwarming scene and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. He suddenly felt that it was also nice for a family to live together in such a comfortable life.

An image of himself having a happy family in the future emerged in his mind. Xiao Yizhuo moved sideways to block his view of Wen Shutang and spoke in a lukewarm tone.

"Why did Master Song come so early?"

Song Zhoubai came back to his senses and smiled embarrassedly: "I came to discuss the perfume business with Madam Wen."

"Then let's talk it over." Xiao Yizhuo glanced at him and didn't say anything more.

Although there was no emotion in his eyes, Song Zhoubai inexplicably felt a hint of threat. This feeling made him a little confused.

After Wen Shutang gave Xiao Ye his instructions, he turned to look at Song Zhoubai and motioned for him to sit on the small round stool in the yard.

After the two sat down, Wen Shutang spoke first: "How much silver would it cost to buy a yard in the town?"

Song Zhoubai thought Wen Shutang wanted to tell him some business methods, but he didn't expect her to suddenly bring up the matter of buying a yard. He was stunned for a long while before he came to his senses.

"Do you want to buy a yard in town? A small yard would cost at most three hundred taels, but if it's a slightly larger mansion, it would cost at least five or six hundred taels."