Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

"This is really hard to deal with." Zheng Juzi had no idea. She hadn't been at home these days, so what could she do? They were both still in elementary school, so she couldn't do anything out of line.

"Have you finalized the transfer?" Zheng Juzi asked.

Zheng Hanqiu was also troubled when talking about this, "Dad just went to the town primary school to find someone and paid the money, and that was it."

Zheng Juzi... "You didn't even ask the teacher?"

Zheng Hanqiu was also speechless: "He said that the Taoist priest said that his brother would be able to soar to the sky in the future, no matter where he is, and mom always listens to dad."

Zheng Juzi: "Have you asked around?"

Zheng Hanqiu nodded. "I asked around. If the class my brother is in now is the worst class in the town's primary school, it probably isn't a good environment for him to grow up in."

"I'm also trying to find a way to get my brother to take over my shift, but..." Zheng Hanqiu gestured to herself. As a child, no one would believe her even if she tried to use her connections.

This is because she has grown a little taller recently, otherwise she would look more like a child.

Zheng Juzi had no choice but to say, "No matter what, let's break them up first. If it doesn't work, we can just run away. We can't just stay and be cannon fodder."

Coincidentally, Zheng Hanqiu also thought so. "If I wasn't too young, I would want to run away with the package right now."

My nutrition was too poor before, and I didn’t know if I could still grow to 1.6 meters.

Song Tianyou came to Dongji to transport goods. Once the quantity of goods was confirmed, he would definitely set off as soon as possible.

After all, the seasonality of clothing is so short, and people who make money are always busy.

Early the next morning, Song Tianyou came to Zheng's house to say goodbye to Zheng Juzi. Yesterday, the father wanted to teach the child a lesson but the timing was not right. Today, he still wanted Zheng Juzi to be his goddaughter.

Because he had inquired and found out that Zheng Juzi was the "clearance mascot". He also heard that an old Taoist fortune teller said that the three children of the Zheng family were all destined to be rich and prosperous, and that such children would bring good luck to him.

Zheng Guixiang was furious again, "I'm not dead yet? You want to acknowledge me as your godfather?"

Seeing that her father was about to take action again, Zheng Juzi quickly clarified: "No, no, I didn't agree."

Then he swore to the heavens, "I said that unless my biological father agrees, I will never acknowledge my godfather."

Zheng Guixiang breathed a sigh of relief this time. Although Song Tianyou looked like a big boss, their family now had hundreds of thousands of assets. Zheng Guixiang was extremely firm, "I don't agree!"

Song Tianyou... Do you know how many people in Shanghai want to get close to me?

If the Yang family had not stepped in this time, he would not have been exposed. Fortunately, these goods had already found buyers, so he did not suffer any loss after selling them.

"Mr. Zheng..." Song Tianyou wanted to say something, but was stopped by Zheng Juzi's eyes.

In the past, Zheng Juzi always wore short-sleeved shirts and long pants, which made her look a bit cute like a child. But today she wore a long-sleeved dress and had two pigtails. It didn't look too out of place and she looked very beautiful.

This skirt is beautiful.

"Uncle Song, being my godfather won't work. Why don't you become my goduncle by swearing brotherhood with my dad." Zheng Juzi gave a compromise suggestion.

Song Tianyou...is he worthy of it?

Zheng Guixiang...I want to be the big brother.

Time waits for no one, so Song Tianyou accepted this compromise plan and gave Zheng Juzi and Zheng Hanqiu a big red envelope each.

"Time is short, this is your uncle's gift to you."

Zheng Juzi/Zheng Hanqiu: "Thank you, uncle."

Zheng Feizhou, who has nothing...Aren't you my uncle?

Song Tianyou didn't say much, just asked Zheng Juzi if she had any more clothes.

Zheng Juzi understood what he meant immediately and said, "Uncle Song, my sister usually charges 1 yuan for each piece of clothing she designs. Do you want some?"

Song Tianyou... is indeed a smart guy, "I am your uncle."

Zheng Juzi nodded: "We are all family, so let's do you a favor and charge 5 cents for the design of each piece of clothing. You decide how much it sells for."

This is a test.

Song Tianyou agreed, took the clothes and left. He didn't dare to be careless when carrying so many goods.

Zheng Guixiang looked at his "godbrother" who still didn't understand the situation, "Who is this person? So weird." He rushed to be his brother early in the morning.

Zheng Juzi simply explained: "A big boss in Shanghai."

"How big is it? Is it as big as our home?" Zheng Guixiang asked. His usual reference is his own home.

Now he feels his home is great.

It’s just that the Chinese philosophy is to make a fortune quietly. They can show off their small money, but they dare not show off their big money.

Zheng Juzi wasn't too sure either, but since he was able to order more than 20 pairs of trousers at one time, his financial resources should be richer than theirs.

After saying a few words to his daughter, Zheng Guixiang went to the farm. Summer was almost over, and by then many villagers who wanted to raise pigs would want to catch piglets to raise, so there was still a lot to do.

"I don't know if it's my illusion, but is Dad's farm not that busy anymore?" Yesterday, both my parents came home early and rested together at home. Today, Zheng Guixiang also went out late, which was a little different from his usual hurried style.

Zheng Hanqiu smiled complacently: "Guess."

Zheng Juzi threatened: "I just wanted to help you earn the design fee, but it seems you don't want this money anymore."

Under threat, people had no choice but to bow their heads. Zheng Hanqiu recounted how he helped the farm to establish a management system. In simple terms, the division of labor and execution were all implemented, including clear regulations on daily work and rest times.

"Fine for violating regulations?" Zheng Juzi asked.

Zheng Hanqiu nodded.

“Will they agree to that?”

Zheng Hanqiu said: "As long as you don't violate all the regulations, you will get an extra 10 yuan a month." There are punishments and rewards. The punishment is 5 cents each time and the reward is directly 10 yuan. Everyone is very accepting of this.

Zheng Juzi gave a thumbs up and said, "You are really smart."

Zheng Hanqiu sarcastically said, "No, you are not as good as me. You take advantage of others' inability to understand and teach others how to make bricks with a foreign-language architectural atlas."

Zheng Juzi chuckled and said, "Isn't it so that my family can buy bricks earlier?"

Zheng Hanqiu said: "I also want my parents to have some time to rest."

Zheng Juzi truly felt the "happiness" of his parents coming home early, and he inexplicably felt a pain in his skin.

Zheng Guixiang and Mu Xiaoyun felt that after implementing the new management method, things on the farm became clearer, their work became much easier, and they finally felt like they could take a breath.

Not only did the original employees do their work in a more standardized manner, but Zheng Hanqiu also hired four temporary workers. In case the farm is busy, they will be asked to help out and their wages will be paid on a daily basis. If the farm is short of staff in the future, they will be given priority.

It can also be regarded as a warning to those who are working.

Even though Qi Xiaojian and He Hua were missing, Zheng Guixiang felt that his daily work was much easier.