Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

The first thing the fat man saw when he opened the door was Zhou Rongrong. The fat man had seen Zhou Rongrong many times in the village before. Every time he saw her before, that woman always looked crazy. She didn't look normal at all, but now the appearance of Erbao's stepmother seemed to have changed.

She has delicate skin, and a pair of eyes like a pool of spring water, full of life. She has an elegant and graceful temperament that captivates people and makes them feel ashamed and dare not look directly at her.

How come this stepmother of Erbao has become so beautiful?

Seeing that the child didn't know what he was thinking, Zhou Rongrong patted his head and said, "Why, isn't your adult at home?"

The fat man just reacted and quickly invited people into the house and shouted to the house: "Dad, Mom, Erbao's stepmother is here."

Zhou Rongrong: Can’t we just not add the afterthought?

Zou Xiaopang doesn't care about that. Although Erbao's stepmother has become pretty, he and Erbao are brothers. He heard from his parents that this person is not good to Erbao. I wonder what she will do this time?

This person never visits people in the village. Did he do something wrong and she came to complain? Thinking of this, Fatty Zou got a little nervous.

When Zou Xiaopang's father, Zou Chuancheng, heard his son yelling in the yard, he woke up his little daughter. The little girl was about to cry, so Mrs. Zou quickly coaxed her and she stopped crying.

"Go and see what Madam Zhou is doing. Is it possible that Fatty is in trouble again?"

Zou Chuanchuan said disdainfully: "What kind of trouble could my son cause?"

As he said this, he walked out and saw Zhou Rongrong and his son staring at each other, as if they had a grudge against each other.

Zhou Rongrong just thought that this little fat boy was fun, so she played the game of not blinking with him. The little fat boy's eyes were twitching, but he didn't blink. It was fun.

As soon as he saw Zou Chuancheng coming out, he stopped playing with Zou Xiaopang and greeted Zou Chuancheng: "Brother Zou, I want to order some pottery jars from you."

When Zou Xiaopang saw the man leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his eyes. This man was really powerful and should not be underestimated.

Zou Chuancheng and Jiang Huaizhi are of the same generation and have a pretty good relationship with each other. He is a man and when he has nothing to do at home, he goes out to find a job. He has also heard about the good things that this young lady Zhou has done, so naturally he doesn't have a good face towards her.

"Why do you want to order pottery jars?"

Well, Zhou Rongrong doesn't even need to dig out the original owner's memory. It must be someone the original owner offended. Yes, Zhou Rongrong feels disgusted by people like the original owner.

"It's like this, Brother Zou. I sent my four children to study at Qingfeng Academy in Zhangjia Village next door, so I have to make some money for them."

"Wait, you said you sent the children to school? And you sent a girl named Sibao too? Are you kidding me?"

Zhou Rongrong told Zou Chuancheng what happened at Qingfeng Academy. Zou Xiaopang was very sad to hear that his brother was also going to study there.

Will his brother be locked up in the school from now on? Staring at Zhou Rongrong, he felt that she was not pretty at all.

Woohoo, so sad. What if I could go to school? Would I be able to be with my second child?

Thinking of this, he ran into the house to find his mother.

Zhou Rongrong said, "Yes, all four children have gone. I have taken on some business in town and need to make some pottery jars. I wonder if Brother Zou can take on this job?"

Zou Chuancheng was a little skeptical at first, but the man spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, and there was no evasiveness in his eyes. He had also seen some worldly people, and seeing that the man did not look like he was lying, he believed it and asked.

"What kind of jar do you want to make?"

Zhou Rongrong picked up a branch and began to draw a pottery jar on the mud ground. It was about the size of an adult's palm and had a lid on it. It was a smaller version of a salt jar. The difference was that there was a strange pattern on the jar. This mark was an English letter that Zhou Rongrong thought of, and it was written in cursive. [flower]

Zou Chuanchuan thought for a moment and said, "This pottery jar is not difficult. I wonder how many you want?"

Zhou Rongrong asked, "How many jars like this can you make in a day?"

Zou Chuanchuan said, "This type of jar is relatively small, but I don't have many kilns here. Fifty jars a day is no problem. Is that enough?"

Zou Chuancheng thought that fifty such jars were already a lot. Which family wanted fifty jars?

Zhou Rongrong calculated her production capacity. She planned to divide it into small and large quantities, three pills in one batch and five pills in another. Fifty jars were not enough for her production capacity. If they sold well, she would definitely need to hire people to expand production capacity.

Zou Chuancheng thought it was too much, so he said, "If you think it's too much, you can order less."

"No, Brother Zou, I'm thinking it's not enough. You can make 50 a day, and I may not have enough. I will increase the order by then. What will you do? Can you supply it?"

Zou Chuanchuan thought the young lady was just bragging. Fifty is not enough? But he also answered seriously: "Don't worry about this. If it's not enough, I will ask my brothers to burn it too."

The Zou family's skill of making pottery jars was learned by Zou Chuancheng's father outside. Zou's father also taught the three brothers of the Zou family, but the order volume was not enough, so only the youngest son, Zou Chuancheng, was still making pottery jars.

If it’s not enough for three brothers, just burn it together. It’s not difficult.

"Okay, you can make one first. If it's not enough, you three brothers can make them together. I know you sell one salt jar for two cents, and mine is small, so two for one cent. I'll charge you as much as you make. If you make money and expand the scale, I'll also charge you. Let's set a target of fifty jars per day. Brother Zou, do you think this price is okay?"

This price is already quite good, neither low nor high. Anyway, the clay for firing pottery jars doesn't cost any money. Such a small jar can be made by their son and daughter-in-law. They can just carve the strange mark on a wooden board and then print it on it.

It's really not difficult, but will this person really give money? This is a question, so he rubbed his hands and asked.

"Are you looking at the wages?"

Zhou Rongrong took out ten copper coins and handed them to him as a deposit: "Here, we'll start working on it today. This is the deposit. It will be like this in the future. I'll pay the deposit first and then you can finish it, okay?"

Why wouldn't Zou Chuancheng agree? He quickly responded, "Okay, okay, then I'll get busy first."

"Yeah, Brother Zou, I'll be leaving first."

After the matter was settled, Zhou Rongrong left the Zou family yard.

Zou Chuancheng's daughter-in-law heard their conversation in the room, and quickly called Zou Chuancheng in and asked.

"Boss, take a quick look at this money. Is it real or fake? Where does Zhou Rongrong get the money? I'm afraid it's fake, right?"

It’s no wonder people think so, the image of the original owner is deeply rooted in people’s hearts.

Zou Chuancheng patted his wife, and when he saw that his daughter had fallen asleep again while blowing bubbles, he whispered.

"Don't worry, I've seen it and it's real. I don't know what kind of job she got that required so many jars."

Zou was relieved and said, "Don't worry about it. Just do it well. Two jars cost one penny. Just make fifty every day..."

The Zou family was not good at calculating the accounts. They couldn't figure it out after a long time. It was Zou Chuancheng who knew the answer himself.

"Twenty-five cents, this price is better than what I can earn working outside, and I can also take care of you and your daughter."

"Good, good, very good, you should do your best as the head of the family."

"Do not worry."