Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

Sibao didn't quite understand why he didn't sell it to Uncle Xie.

"Mom, Uncle Xie said he really wants it, why should we give it to the emperor for free? We, we don't make any money?"

Sibao was afraid of poverty when she was a child, so she has a strong desire for money, and making money seems to have become her obsession.

Zhou Rongrong patted her little head and said, "For your future, little fool, do you want to listen to your mother?"

Although Sibao loves money, he loves his mother the most. He throws himself into Zhou Rongrong's arms and says, "Of course I have to listen to my mother. I only listen to my mother."

"Okay, just tell me what seeds you need and I'll prepare them for you."

Sibao counted on his fingers and said, "Peppers, wheat, potatoes, cabbage, radish..."

"Stop, stop, stop. Go buy those radishes and cabbages with your own money. These are paid for by your mother. Tomorrow I will ask Uncle Dazhuang to ask someone to call the village head for you. Tomorrow is a holiday, right?"

Sibao nodded obediently and said, "Yes, but mother, I want to go and have a look. I haven't been to the manor yet."

Zhou Rongrong thought so too, so she planned to take the children to see the new village tomorrow.

The next day.

Zhou Rongrong first arranged for someone to take care of Fu Qing, and then asked Liu Dazhuang to take a letter to Master Shi when he went to the county.

She took the children to the farm. Now that there were two more children, the donkey cart was no longer big enough, so Zhou Rongrong rode a horse.

Several children started arguing again about who would ride a horse with Zhou Rongrong. In the end, Erbao and Sibao won the argument, and Zhou Rongrong lifted them both onto the horse.

Sit with your arms around yourself.

This made the two of them very proud, with smiles on their little faces.

With Zhou Rongrong's shout of "Go", the team started.

The people arrived in half an hour. When the village head, Old Zhao, heard that someone was coming, he hurried to the gate of the village to greet them. He was surprised to see Zhou Rongrong coming with a group of babies.

This boss has so many children at home? Looking at the little girl riding on the horse, she must be the new boss. I thought the one who made the decision must be Madam Zhou.

Unexpectedly, Madam Zhou and the children followed the new owner, who was holding a small notebook and a charcoal pencil and writing and drawing.

While writing, she also asked him about his planting situation, the situation of his tenants, and how the previous employer divided the profits among them. It was exactly the same as what Miss Fu did before.

The little girl is very idea-oriented. She has a clear idea of ​​what to plant and what to do with it. She even has very clear plans.

There is a large open space beside the river, which made Sibao's eyes light up: "Uncle Zhao, let's have someone build a workshop here, just like the workshops in Dashan Village. Each person will be paid 20 coins a day, and the bill will be settled every half a month."

When Old Zhao saw the little girl opening and closing her mouth to build a workshop, which would cost money, he couldn't help but look at Madam Zhou to let her make the decision.

Zhou Rongrong also understood that such a young child would definitely need the support of adults to do anything, so she smiled and said, "Old Zhao, the owner of this farm is my Sibao. Whatever she says is the truth. You can do it without worry. I know my child. Even if something goes wrong, she will bear the responsibility and it has nothing to do with you."

Old Zhao waved his hands quickly and said, "Hey, hey, Boss, that's not what I meant, but since Boss said so, I will listen to you, Boss, rest assured, I will not let them be lazy."

Then he turned around and looked at Sibao expectantly, rubbing his hands and said, "Little Master, next year we will get rice. Will we plant the rice seeds from Dashan Village?"

This was the issue that concerned him most. If the boss had not promised, he would have sent people to queue up to buy seeds long ago. When he heard that the seeds were sold out, he was extremely panicked.

Sibao tilted his head and said, "Yes, they all grow rice from our village. Don't worry, Uncle Zhao, we will be a family in the future, so I'm sure you'll keep all the good things for us."

Now Lao Zhao felt relieved and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."

Adhering to the principle of sustainable development, Zhou Rongrong asked, "How many years is the contract signed for the tenants of this manor?"

The tenants themselves do not have any land. They are people who have fled famine or something has happened to them at home or there are too many people in their family and not enough land.

Tenants had to rent and cultivate the landlord's land and pay rent to the landlord. At the same time, the tenants had no ownership of the land.

There are also very bad landlords who not only charge high rents, but also exploit tenants due to natural disasters and other reasons. Although they are not slaves, many tenants live a harder life than slaves.

Fortunately, Mr. Fu did not live on the rent he collected. He was very tolerant towards his tenants, so none of them starved or froze to death, and there was always some surplus food at the end of the year.

Old Zhao thought Zhou Rongrong was a good person, so he reassured the tenants in advance. Now that Zhou Rongrong asked him about it, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but he answered honestly.

"Boss, the tenants of our farm have all signed lifelong contracts. They are all poor and honest people. Don't worry, boss."

Zhou Rongrong smiled and said, "Old Zhao, you misunderstood. Since you guaranteed them, I naturally believe you. I asked you because I will open a technical college here in the future. We can't have everyone in our village who can only farm. We still need technical talents, such as carpenters and bricklayers. I'll tell you something. When the time comes, you can take a closer look at those people who are hardworking and smart. Then I will organize them to study, regardless of age. The children of the selected families can also enter my school in the future."

This can also be considered a kind of motivation. Everyone has equal opportunities. It depends on whether you can seize them.

Upon hearing about such a good thing, Uncle Zhou didn't know where to put his rough hands. If the boss hadn't been here, he would have wanted to scream.

Where can you find such a good employer where you can study and learn skills?

He said quickly: "Don't worry, Boss. Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of it."

Dabao watched from the side and smiled without saying anything. Is this how you win people's hearts?

Since they are here, they naturally need to sign contracts with the tenants and meet them.

But now the sun is high in the sky and it is noon, so I can't help feeling a little hungry. Lao Zhao said, "Boss, bring the children to my place for a meal. They are all vegetables from the fields, and the chickens are pheasants."

They don't raise chickens at home. If they want to eat chickens, ducks, or geese, they have to buy them themselves, Sibao asked with interest.

"Uncle Zhao, does every family raise chickens?"

As Lao Zhao led his men, he said, "I guess so. It's just raising a few chickens to lay eggs. Who has the time to raise chickens?"

Jiang Manman often buys vegetables and is familiar with the prices. She explained to Sibao, "An old hen weighing five or six pounds costs about 15 cents. A big rooster is a little more expensive."

Sibao paused and said, "Who in our farm is the best at raising chickens, Uncle Zhao?"

Old Zhao immediately said, "My wife and my eldest daughter-in-law are both good at raising chickens. They are the ones who raise more than a dozen chickens in my house, and they have hatched quite a few chicks."

Looking at the forest behind the house, it is a natural place to raise chickens and ducks. Anyway, I have a lot of money on me.

Sibao had the idea of ​​raising chickens and ducks but he still had to meet the two women first.

A group of people came to a house in the middle of a village. It was a small courtyard built with mud. As soon as they entered the door, they saw that the courtyard was tidy and the small flowers beside the wall were blooming beautifully.

A lot of peeled beans were drying in the middle of the yard, and there was also a clothesline where all the family's clothes, big and small, were drying.

I could tell from the smell of food coming from the kitchen that chicken was stewing. The chicken was good, with a rich flavor that I could smell it from far away.

Old Zhao led the people in and said, "Boss, young boss, come in quickly. My house is very shabby, please don't despise me."

Several children chirped, "Not shabby, not shabby."

It was like having relatives come to visit, making Lao Zhao feel extremely at home.

When Old Zhao's wife and his eldest daughter-in-law Zhang heard the noise in the room, they knew someone was coming. Knowing that it was the new owner, they hurriedly tidied their clothes and combed their hair before greeting him.

The two women were wearing coarse linen clothes, their hair was neatly tied up, and they had a silver ribbon stuck in their hair. Their skin was a little dark, but they looked very energetic. They stood there a little awkwardly.

Old Zhao introduced, "Come and meet the young master. One of these two is your daughter-in-law, and the other is my eldest son's daughter-in-law. My eldest son has gone to work in town and I'm afraid he won't be back today. There are two grandchildren at home who are about the same age as the young master."

Sibao stared at the two women with his round eyes. Did they raise good chickens? These were the technical talents that my mother mentioned!

The two women felt a little embarrassed when the young master was staring at them, so they quickly ushered in the people and said, "Young master, come in quickly, come in quickly, how about we eat in the yard today?"

The main reason is that there are too many people and the main room is small, so it is really crowded to sit with so many people. They can't even turn around, so they can only eat under the eaves. I don't know if the young host minds it or not.

Sibao naturally had no objection and nodded obediently. He didn't look like the owner of such a big farm at all. He looked no different from the chubby girl next door.