Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

The next day.

Zhou Rongrong gets the children out of bed and starts them with physical exercise, then practicing martial arts. This habit has been maintained for a long time. Now the children rarely get sick and have more energy to do what they like.

Erbao is now learning archery. He held the bow and arrow in his hand. After twenty minutes, his hand began to shake and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Other children would have put down the bow and arrow long ago.

But this is Erbao's favorite thing, so he gritted his teeth and insisted. Zhou Rongrong also looked serious, holding a ruler in her hand, and lifted his arm.

"Stand straight and don't bend."

"Yes, I understand, mother."

After seeing that they were doing well, Zhou Rongrong took the other four children to start boxing, each one with great vigor. As for herself, she boiled water for a bath, washed her hair, and changed into grey clothes yesterday, and she looked much cleaner and refreshed.

But Zhou Rongrong didn't have time to check whether he was clean and refreshed, so she called out to Jiang Huai Zhidao who was at the door.

"Go make breakfast. Remember to give each child two eggs."

Jiang Huaizhi stood at the gate of the yard and retracted his foot as he was about to go in.

"Okay, I'll call you when I'm done."

Naturally, Zhou Rongrong didn't care where he lived last night. It was Jiang Manman who cleaned up the house. One of them lived in the inner yard and the other lived in the outer yard. For the first time, Zhou Rongrong felt that the yard was a little small. If it was bigger, she might hardly see it once a day.

Now Jiang Huaizhi is back. After dinner, Jiang Huaizhi originally wanted to send the children to school by himself. The children raised their heads and looked at Zhou Rongrong pitifully.

"Okay, okay, I'll go and see you off. Oh, you, Jiang Huaizhi, Uncle Zhou is going to harvest potatoes today, you go and help first, I'll go after I send the kids off."

Jiang Huaizhi cleaned up the dishes and took a deep look at Zhou Rongrong and said, "Okay."

The children in the car seemed a little silent. Zhou Rongrong didn't know if it was because the atmosphere at home was bad and the children felt it, so she comforted them.

"Don't think so much at your young age. Just live your life the way you should. Didn't you live the same life before your father died?"

Erbao said, "But, Mom, Dad is so pitiful. I saw him taking a bath yesterday, and he had so many scars on his back."

"scar?"

"Yes, brother. I practice martial arts. The wounds include knife cuts and arrow piercings. Anyway, there is not a single piece of healthy skin on my back."

"No, no." Zhou Rongrong whispered.

No, it's just not right. Jiang Huaizhi is a farmer. He usually doesn't leave Yuanshan Town. The farthest place he has been is Zhao County. Who would hurt a farmer like this?

Considering the level of protection of iron weapons in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so many wounds, were they all caused by weapons? What kind of enemy could they have encountered?

Or was this person lying? His disappearance was definitely not such a simple matter, or was he not Jiang Huaizhi at all?

But if not, it's understandable that the children are young and don't remember clearly, but what about the others?

He recognized Jiang Huaizhi? He even knew the people in the village? If the person pretending to be knew everyone in the village, it would take a lot of time to investigate.

Does she have anything worth the effort? Ma Fei San? You can find it out through careful research. Children? The origins of the three children are not a problem now. Or seeds? It is worth it.

Zhou Rongrong was having all sorts of wild thoughts and always felt that something was wrong.

When Dabao heard what Erbao said, he also felt that something was not right, but now was not the time to alert the enemy. The two looked at each other and tacitly agreed to wait and see what this person's purpose was.

Is there anyone behind?

Jiang Huaizhi, who was in the potato field, had no idea what the two were thinking. He was digging potatoes with great effort.

There are two acres of land planted with potatoes, both of which belong to Uncle Zhou. When Zhou Rongrong went there, Uncle Zhou and Jiang Huaizhi were sitting on the edge of the field to rest.

Seeing Zhou Rongrong coming, Uncle Zhou nudged Jiang Huai Zhidao with his elbow.

"Get to work."

Jiang Huaizhi immediately picked up the hoe and went to work, Uncle Zhou said with a smile.

"Come on, take a look. We have only dug four acres of land. Rongrong, are you really going to harvest it all?"

Zhou Rongrong said, "Of course, Uncle Zhou, I'll take whatever you grow. There's one more thing I want to discuss with you."

"What's the matter? Your man is pretty good at what he does."

Zhou Rongrong didn't respond to the following sentence.

"There is a two-acre wasteland by the river. I want to buy it and build a workshop to process potatoes."

Uncle Zhou didn't understand these things, but he knew that if Zhou Rongrong wanted to build a workshop, it would definitely be a money-making business, so he agreed without saying a word.

"Okay, okay, what else can Rongrong make with this potato?"

Zhou Rongrong said: "It can be used to make starch. When frying meat, knead it with potato starch and then marinate it. The lean meat will not be dry at all and will be slippery and delicious. It can also be used to make many dishes. It can also be used to make potato flour. This potato flour is like noodles, but it tastes much better than noodles."

Uncle Zhou’s dark face was full of smiles.

"Okay, okay, you have the final say. I don't care about these. Anyway, even if we don't have Master Sun, it will be no problem for us to build a workshop in our construction team now."

Zhou Rongrong picked up a basket of potatoes and said, "Okay, I'll trouble Uncle Zhou for this matter."

"No trouble, no trouble."

After Zhou Rongrong left, Uncle Zhou and Jiang Huaizhi whispered.

"Your wife is really capable. Please don't act like a demon and treat her well."

Jiang Huaizhi smiled bitterly and said, "I understand, Uncle Zhou."

Then Zhou Rongrong began to try to make potato flour. She peeled the potatoes with Jiang Manman and cut them into small pieces as small as possible.

Mash the potatoes into a paste and add cold boiled water to cover the surface of the potatoes. Wash them repeatedly, filter the mashed potatoes with a clean cloth, change to another basin, and wash them again until the basin becomes filled with clear water. Then set it aside and wait for the starch to settle to the bottom.

Mashed potatoes are not wasted. They can be kneaded into flour and made into pancakes.

Jiang Manman and Zhou Rongrong chatted while eating hot potato pancakes.

"Manman, does your uncle know martial arts?"

Jiang Manman shook her head and said, "No, but I remember that my uncle could hunt and occasionally bring back a few pheasants and rabbits, but he didn't know martial arts."

"Oh, then tell me what kind of person your uncle was in the past."

In fact, Jiang Manman was not quite sure either, and could only search her memory to talk about some small things, but it was precisely these small things that could show what kind of person a person is.

According to what Jiang Manman said, to sum it up, he is a male chauvinist. I heard that his ex-wife was a hot-tempered person, and the reason why they often quarreled was who had the final say at home. Such things show that Jiang Huaizhi is a petty person.

But in these two days, Zhou Rongrong felt that this man did not seem to be a petty person. Instead, he listened to her and was very obedient.

Pretending? Zhou Rongrong was very annoyed and had the urge to ask him directly. At noon, Jiang Manman was cooking, and Zhou Rongrong's potato flour settled down.

When you pour out the water, you'll see a layer of white powder condensed together in the basin.

Scoop the starch out of the basin. The weather has been getting colder recently and the sun is almost gone, so it is still difficult to dry it. So I try to bake it in the oven I made in the yard.

The temperature of this oven was higher than that of the oven in the previous life. After it was heated up, Zhou Rongrong removed the firewood and baked it over low heat.

"What are you doing?"

A deep male voice sounded behind Zhou Rongrong, and Zhou Rongrong, who was squatting on the ground, was so scared that she moved her steps back a little and stepped on the round firewood.

He almost fell down, but Zhou Rongrong was a killer in his previous life, and a killer's reaction ability is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

She immediately used her hands to prop up her body. Jiang Huaizhi stretched out his hand from behind her, but she was stunned for a moment and then stretched it back. Zhou Rongrong felt that the voice was very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

"Are you OK?"

Zhou Rongrong clapped her hands and stood up. The man's height required her to tilt her head slightly higher to meet his gaze. She narrowed her eyes and said.

"who are you?"

Wow, 20 words. Thank you all for your support. I will update three more words tomorrow.