Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

Zhou Rongrong raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a playful smile, and said softly: "It's a deal then. If you stay up late reading those storybooks again, don't even think about seeing them again in the future!" Fu Qing nodded repeatedly, as fast as a chicken pecking at rice.

Today is an important day - the rice seeds of Dashan Village are finally officially on sale! Uncle Zhou, the elders of the village, and the lawyers of the county government came to the scene. Everyone worked together to build a large shed and divided into three groups to prepare for sales. Zhou Rongrong, the lawyer, and Jiang Manman shouldered an important mission and were responsible for registration and record keeping; each group was also equipped with two people responsible for weighing and two people responsible for collecting payments. After everything was ready, the sales activity was in full swing.

At daybreak, the village entrance was already crowded with people who came to buy seeds. They were holding various bags and money, and lined up in an orderly manner. Some people even paddled bamboo rafts and hurried over from far away, fearing that they would miss this opportunity.

As agreed before, we first looked at the household registration, then the identity certificate issued by the village chief to prove that there was no problem with the person's identity, then took the registration photo and took fingerprints.

The person who registered would give the person a dyed red bamboo stick and then he could queue up to buy it. There would be no problem this way. The documents issued by the government were all in black and white and the people would not dare to disobey.

What's more, the price is already very favorable. Everyone is in high spirits and chatting with people around them.

"Hey, Lao Li, you're here too? I wonder if you left early in the morning?"

"Yes, we got up before daybreak. My second brother's family and I paid half of the money, and we split it equally."

"Hey, my family is not like that. I just bought a few old hens to make up the difference. I bought 35 kilograms, which is enough for an acre of land next year."

Another person said, "That's right. We have to try such good seeds. Don't you know? I watched the rice being harvested. Wow, wow, wow, there are so many. I picked dozens of baskets."

"Hey, man, are you serious?"

The man rolled his eyes and said, "Believe it or not, I saw it with my own eyes. How could I lie to you?"

Seeing that the man was angry, he quickly said in a flattering tone: "It's not that I don't believe it, but, it's just that I can't believe it. I have been farming for decades and have never seen such a high yield."

Someone echoed, "That's right, my dad said I must come to buy it, so he left in the middle of the night and luckily I managed to make it in time."

Zhou Rongrong listened carefully to everyone's discussion, and once again deeply realized the importance of rice seeds to a country.

After all, a country is based on its people, and food is the most important thing for the people! She thought to herself that there were a lot of potatoes in the village, and many families had a lot of potatoes stored in their cellars.

Some families even have extra stocks, and if these potatoes can be sold as seeds, it might be a good option.

Zhou Rongrong quickly called Uncle Zhou to her side, and while carefully recording the information, she said softly: "Village Chief, do you think we should consider selling our potatoes? Or you can ask everyone if they are willing to buy them? After all, the potato yield here is so high that they can be used for planting."

Uncle Zhou slapped his thigh when he heard this, and replied with sudden realization: "Yes! I'll go ask around. With so many people coming, our rice seeds are in short supply."

The reason why Dashan Village is famous is because of its high-quality rice seeds, but everyone's eyes are always on the rice seeds. However, facing so many farmers, the supply of rice seeds is really difficult to meet the demand.

Uncle Zhou immediately began to praise potatoes, describing their benefits, how to eat them, and the high yield prospects after planting. He spoke eloquently, as if he wanted to show everyone all the advantages of potatoes. They are more than rice, and 2000 kilograms per acre is not a problem.

Everyone was excited when they heard this. Are there really such good seeds? Is this a scam?

Said a distant relative from a big mountain village.

"You're lying, I ate them all. I fried them, stewed them, and roasted them. They were so delicious. Don't you believe me? You'll miss it. Uncle, I'll sell them. I'll sell 20 kilograms and keep them for seeds."

Another person also said, "Hey, my master asked me to come here to buy 100 kilograms of potatoes to plant. How much is one kilogram, village chief?"

Uncle Zhou looked back at Zhou Rongrong, not knowing how to set the price, so Zhou Rongrong made a six.

Uncle Zhou thought about it and thought it was a good deal.

"Six coins a pound. How many people want it? I'll count them."

Some people still didn't believe it, so Uncle Zhou said, "Okay, okay, I still have a few acres of land to dig, why don't you go down and take a look?"

When those people heard that it was possible to watch it, they all said it was good.

We were busy until noon and had sold half of the rice seeds. We didn't expect so many people to come. The wrists of the three of us were sore from writing.

Zhou Rongrong and Jiang Manman went home and simply cooked some noodles.

Uncle Zhou didn't have time to eat, so he grabbed two vegetable steamed buns at home, carried a hoe, and led a large group of people to the small field. The potato seedlings in the field had some yellow leaves due to the sun, and did not look in good condition.

Since there were so many people on the scene, Uncle Zhou didn't need to go to the field to direct the work himself. He saw several young men who knew each other doing their own jobs and cooperating well with each other - some were responsible for pulling the seedlings, and some were focused on digging potatoes. Before long, the originally empty three-tenths of land was filled with yellow potatoes, some large and some small, and there were so many of them that they almost covered the entire field. Everyone roughly estimated that the yield of this small piece of land alone might be as high as 500 to 600 kilograms!

Seeing the pile of potatoes in front of them, everyone's eyes widened with disbelief. Uncle Zhou walked to the side calmly, pulled some hay, and picked out a dozen smaller potatoes and threw them into the fire to roast. The flames burned fiercely, licking these lovely potatoes.

In a blink of an eye, the potatoes were cooked. Uncle Zhou used a wooden stick to pull them out from the ashes one by one. The skin of the potatoes was now pitch black, making it difficult to tell what was inside. However, everyone had tasted the delicious roasted sweet potatoes, so they were naturally looking forward to this kind of roasted food.

Uncle Zhou waved his hand and said generously, "Try it!" The older people looked at each other, then each plucked a few green leaves beside them, carefully wrapped the black potatoes, and carefully wiped off the ash on the surface. Then, they gently broke the potatoes, took a bite, chewed a few times, and determined the weight they needed to buy on the spot.

What else can others say? With such a large yield, they look similar to sweet potatoes, but smell good too, so almost everyone has placed an order.

Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you guys go wait for me at the entrance of the village, I'll go talk to the villagers and ask you guys to pick up the mess on the ground and take it to the entrance of the village."

Uncle Zhou wasn’t worried at all whether these people would steal his potatoes. With so many people around, would he feel comfortable doing that?

He hurried to inform the people in the village.

When everyone heard that six cents per pound was not a small amount, they thought it was not a small amount. Since there was still a lot of money at home, they picked out the best ones, didn't even eat, and rushed to the village entrance with their loads on their shoulders.

This is the time for each family to settle their accounts. During this lunch time, many villagers have earned dozens of copper coins. Uncle Zhou is telling everyone how to grow crops.

They were all farmers, so they understood it as soon as they heard it and kept it in mind.

The sale continued in the afternoon and more and more people came. All the rice seeds were sold out in one day. Many people did not buy any, but they did buy a lot of potatoes.

Anyway, no one came empty-handed. Some villagers even brought fish from their own rice fields to sell. A fat fish only cost a few cents.

There were so many people that many of them bought fish and took them back, thinking that they were caught in the river. But when they asked, they found out that they were raised in their own fields and that it was all because of Madam Zhou who made sure they had fish to eat every day.

There were also extra fish to sell to supplement the family income, which made him respect the young Miss Zhou even more.

The villagers said, "Not only that, these potatoes were also planted for us by Madam Zhou. Hey, hey, your enlightenment book was compiled by Madam Zhou's eldest son and youngest daughter."

One of the elders asked in confusion: "Can my daughter also study?"

The villager used to think so too. What's the point of a daughter being able to read and write? But now he doesn't think so. Look at Shen Yun and others. Only those who can make money, write and calculate can be the team leader of the workshop.

One or two taels of silver a month is much more than what these grown men earn. He retorted: "What's wrong with my daughter studying? Madam Zhou can write and do math. She learned many ways to make money from books. Is your son as capable as Madam Zhou?"

The old man blushed at what he said, and the man continued, "My daughter is studying in the village school. She teaches us after she comes back. She has learned much more than my son. If girls could also take the imperial examination, I can tell you that it would be easy for my daughter to pass the examination."

Those who were watching the fun thought he was bragging, so he asked his ten-year-old daughter who was watching the fun nearby to perform. She could recite, write, count, and use an abacus with ease, which amazed everyone.