"That woman is from the Yun family in our village. Her husband is Yun Aiguo, and they have a son named Yun Yongcheng. Some time ago, her son Yun Yongcheng went crazy and picked up a little girl from town. The whole family treated that little girl like the apple of their eye. Her daughter-in-law, who is not yet married, is indeed a teacher at Huangshi Town Central Primary School. Her surname is Qin, and her name is Qin Yu."

When Chen Huamin heard the word Qin Yu, his expression changed.

Qin Yu is the daughter-in-law she has chosen.

If it weren't for the woman surnamed Wang who used her seductive tactics to seduce Shuo'er, and Shuo'er had been wholeheartedly pursuing Teacher Qin, maybe Teacher Qin would now be the daughter-in-law of their Yang family.

Zhang Ruhua was so engrossed in her chatter that she didn't even notice the change in Chen Huamin's expression. She continued babble, "That teacher Qin probably just wanted Yun Yongcheng because he was good-looking. Their educational level isn't even on the same level. Besides, Yun Yongcheng's job is gone, and he's got a burden. Even if they get married, they'll get divorced sooner or later. I'm just waiting for that divorce. Then I'll see how that woman Mei Cuiping cries."

"Shuo'er, these things are too heavy, you carry them."

Chen Huamin put on a stern face and threw the two light gift boxes in his hands into Yang Shuo's hands.

Zhang Ruhua then noticed Chen Huamin's expression and saw that she didn't want to hear any more. She quickly shut her mouth and after a moment's silence, she smiled again and said, "Lanhua is at home now. She's been having severe morning sickness lately and loves sour food. They say sour sons and spicy daughters make for good daughters. This time, she's definitely carrying a big, fat boy. Mother-in-law, Yang Shuo, please follow me."

Although Chen Huamin had some doubts about whether the child in Wang Lanhua's belly was Yang Shuo's, he still looked forward to holding his grandson.

Who wouldn’t want a big, fat, white boy?

After hearing what Zhang Ruhua said, her expression finally eased. The mother and son followed Zhang Ruhua, carrying the gifts, and headed towards Old Wang's house.

At the same time, in the yard of Lao Yun’s house.

Yun Yongcheng had something to do today, so Lu Feng went to deliver the goods and pick up the materials.

In the morning, after Yun Yongcheng finished his own affairs, he sat under the melon rack in the yard and accompanied his little girl to draw.

Yunmian changed into the orange-red thin autumn sportswear, held a pencil in her hand, lay on the stone table, and drew meticulously.

The pattern of Princess Barbie appears vividly on the picture book.

Yang Xingnian followed Mei Cuiping into Lao Yun's yard. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he saw a chubby orange sitting under the melon vine rack and painting.

Fat Orange is very cute with her pigtails.

"Uncle Yang, this is my home. You are Yongcheng and Mianmian's distinguished guest. There is no need to be so formal when you come to our home."

After informing Yang Xingnian, Mei Cuiping turned around and looked at her granddaughter, who was dressed like a fat orange.

"Yongcheng, Mianmian, look who's here?"

Hearing Mei Cuiping's voice, Yun Yongcheng and his daughter raised their heads and saw Yang Xingnian following behind Mei Cuiping. The father and daughter stood up from the stone bench in unison.

Yunmian followed his father towards Yang Xingnian.

"Good morning, Director Yang."

After Yun Yongcheng greeted Yang Xingnian, Yun Mian smiled sweetly and bowed slightly to Yang Xingnian in greeting.

"Good morning, little Yunmian."

Yang Xingnian handed a bag of candy and a can of malted milk to Yun Mian.

Yun Yongcheng: "Director Yang, it's good that you're here. Why are you buying anything?"

Yang Xingnian: "Because of Mianmian's four drawings, I made a small profit in the past two months. Today, I came to buy some snacks for the little god of wealth. It's only right. It's not worth much. Comrade Yongcheng, please don't refuse."

"Mianmian, Uncle Yang bought you something delicious, hurry up and thank Uncle Yang."

"Thank you, Uncle Yang."

Yun Mian listened to her father and bowed slightly to Yang Xingnian again.

Yang Xingnian quickly reached out to help her.

"You are Uncle Yang's little god of wealth. You don't need to be so polite in front of Uncle Yang."

"Director Yang, you continue chatting with Yongcheng Mianmian. I'll go into the house and make some tea."

After Mei Cuiping took the bag of candy and malted milk from her granddaughter and left, Yun Yongcheng invited Yang Xingnian to sit on the stone bench under the melon rack.

As soon as Yang Xingnian landed on the stone bench, he saw several manuscripts on the stone table.

When he saw those manuscripts, Yang Xingnian's eyes suddenly lit up.

Although Yun Mian did not draw puppets like silkworms and eggshell yellow chickens this time, he could tell at a glance that the manuscripts on the table were good things.

"Little Yunmian, did you draw these?"

"Um."

Yunmian nodded like a chick pecking at rice in response to Yang Xingnian's words.

"Uncle Yang, these are called Barbie Princesses. I can design twelve styles of Barbie Princesses, and each Barbie Princess will have three sets of clothes of different styles."

Yun Mian's childish words made Yang Xingnian smell a business opportunity at once.

Although the drawings are in black and white, he is sure that if these Barbie princesses are produced according to the drawings, they will definitely be loved by little girls.

Every little girl has a princess dream, and these Barbie princesses can change clothes, which is much more interesting than the previous eggshell chicks, silkworms, cartoon cows, and cotton men.

Eggshell chicks, silkworms, cartoon cows and cotton figures are all hot sellers in Yucheng. Barbie Princess is even more interesting and may sell even better.

The more Yang Xingnian thought about it, the more excited he became. Without waiting for Yun Mian to finish the illustrations for Chapter 12 of Barbie Princess, he excitedly said, "Mian Mian, uncle is willing to cooperate with you. I agree to your request."

Before Yun Yongcheng and his daughter even talked about cooperation, Yang Xingnian agreed. Yun Mian was still calm, but Yun Yongcheng was not.

Without waiting for Yun Yongcheng and his daughter to speak, Yang Xingnian directly took out two bound contracts from his briefcase.

In fact, today, even if he hadn't seen the Barbie Princess manuscripts drawn by Yunmian, he would still cooperate with Yunmian.

This little God of Wealth is so powerful at such a young age. He will definitely be even more powerful when he grows up. Cooperating with the little God of Wealth is a long-term plan.

“Here’s the contract.”

Thinking that Yun Mian could only draw drawings, Yang Xingnian handed one of the contracts to Yun Yongcheng.

"Comrade Yongcheng, take a look. If there are no problems, we can sign the contract today."

Yun Yongcheng smiled and took the contract from Yang Xingnian.

"Director Yang, you really trust us, father and daughter."

Yang Xingnian: "That's a must. You and your daughter are the benefactors in my life, Yang Xingnian. I must trust benefactors."

Yun Mian: "Uncle, there are still three drawings of Barbie Princess that haven't been completed. How about we sign the contract after you've reviewed all the drawings?"

"Aren't you worried that your uncle might change his mind later?"

Yun Mian was confident: "Don't worry."

"Why?"

Yun Mian chuckled: "Uncle just said that I am his little god of wealth."