Zhu Yuan had just finished a fierce battle and was now sitting in the military camp, clutching the small pistol that Zhen Wanwan had given him, reminiscing about her.
"Master! The matter has been taken care of!"
A man in black emerged from the darkness, knelt before Zhuyuan, and reported.
Zhu Yuan didn't even raise his head, but his aura became even more formidable.
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and his words were icy cold.
"Tear people to pieces and feed them to the wolves!"
The man in black responded naturally, as if it were expected, just before he turned to leave.
Zhu Yuan spoke again: "Wait a moment! Chop the person into pieces and send them to the Third Prince's table."
The man in black was sweating profusely, but thankfully it was dark and no one could see him.
"Yes, sir!"
Once he was the only one left in the tent, Zhu Yuan slowly walked to the table, his figure lonely.
His expression softened, and he carefully held a stack of letters, reading the words on them over and over again.
Upon closer inspection, the handwriting on these letters resembles that of a three-year-old child just learning to write.
If Zhen Wanwan were here, she would know at a glance that this was written by her.
As Zhu Yuan read the letter about everyday matters, he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.
He seemed like a completely different person from the one just moments ago.
"Wan'er, are you alright? How is our child? Don't worry, if anyone dares to lay a hand on you, I will make them regret it."
The reason he was angry today was because Yuan Yongtai was planning to attack Zhen Wanwan and her two children.
The Third Prince, who was far away in the capital, learned that he had a wife and children, so he ordered Yuan Yongtai to secretly kidnap the mother and children and bring them back to the capital.
To control Zhu Yuan and make him work for him!
But he underestimated himself and overestimated Yuan Yongtai, that good-for-nothing.
Don't they still think of him, Zhu Yuan, as that pitiful little beggar who only knows how to pick up trash to eat when he was a child?
Zhu Yuan narrowed his eyes, his murderous intent evident.
Before long, he will surely kill that person with his own hands, thus giving Zhen Wanwan an explanation.
Zhen Wanwan has been very busy lately because Manager Zhang has opened up the distributor channels, and unexpectedly, the soap is very popular among ordinary people.
The number of orders from his distributors alone reached thousands, and he received hundreds of taels of silver in deposits.
Manager Zhang was shrewd; knowing that Zhen Wanwan didn't want anyone to know her background, he secretly came to her to resolve the issue.
Zhen Wanwan was also very surprised, but she was happy for Grandma Li and the others.
This sum of money was only half a month's income for her, but for the Zhen family, it was an immense fortune.
It's enough to change a family's standard of living.
So when she received this news, she came to Meizi Village to find Old Lady Li.
Grandma Li froze on the spot, holding Zhen Wanwan's hand in disbelief.
She asked again and again, "Wanwan, is what you said true?"
Zhen Wanwan patted her hand with amusement and replied confidently, "Mom! The deposit is right here, don't you believe me?"
On the table was the deposit given by the distributor, which Zhen Wanwan took and gave to Old Lady Li.
Now, Old Lady Li sat in a chair, holding the silver note, lost in thought. After a long while, tears suddenly streamed down her face.
"Waaaaah... Does this feel like a dream?"
When in her life had she ever handled so much money?
She wouldn't have dared to even think about it before.
Grandma Li covered her eyes and began to sob, the emotions she had been suppressing for so long finally collapsing.
"mother!"
Looking at the old lady Li in front of her, Zhen Wanwan felt a little helpless.
In the past, Grandma Li would cry when she was emotional, but never so intensely as this time.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade her, Zhen Wanwan gave up and quietly sat beside her.
Only after Grandma Li calmed down did Zhen Wanwan breathe a sigh of relief.
"Wanwan! Thank you, Mother! Without you, we would never have earned this money..."
Grandma Li knew very well that their sudden wealth was entirely due to her daughter's support.
The recipe for soap can be passed down from generation to generation, becoming a family heirloom for the Zhen family.
Grandma Li couldn't think of any way to repay Zhen Wanwan for this kindness.
After thinking for a moment, she divided the silver notes in half and handed the remaining silver notes directly to Zhen Wanwan.
"After thinking about it, I realized that you came up with the soap recipe yourself, so it's only fair to give you half of the profits."
"It's not that Mother is unwilling to give more, but what's left besides the money for our own family and the soap-making materials, also includes the wages of other aunts and sisters-in-law..."
Before Old Lady Li could continue calculating, Zhen Wanwan returned the silver notes.
She doesn't lack money, nor does she lack the money her family earns.
"Mom, didn't I tell you? I can't accept this money. When you start making money in the future, give me a share of the profits at the end of the year, and I'll be very happy."
No matter how much Grandma Li tried to persuade her or how forceful she was, Zhen Wanwan was determined not to accept it.
She started making soap with the intention of supporting the Zhen family so that they could eventually become independent and run their own business.
It's impossible for her business to grow bigger and stronger in the future, so that the Zhen family can rely on her for a living.
Even if Zhen Wanwan were willing, her family wouldn't agree.
Especially her beloved grandfather and grandmother Li.
The elderly couple claimed they didn't discriminate against girls, but in reality, their hearts were biased towards her.
The night before her wedding, Old Lady Li secretly stuffed all her savings for her own funeral into Zhen Wanwan's dowry.
Although it wasn't a lot for Zhen Wanwan, given her family's financial situation at the time, the amount they could offer was the limit.
These were complaints she overheard from Wang Cuihua when she went back to her old house for a meal.
Therefore, even though Zhen Wanwan knew that Wang Cuihua was dissatisfied with her behind her back, she had no complaints.
After all, she did benefit from it.
She was willing to support the Zhen family because they were blood relatives and because of the love that Grandpa Zhen and Grandma Li had for her.
After returning from Meizi Village, Zhen Wanwan went to the wine cellar first.
She brewed quite a lot of wine in the cellar, including not only baijiu and wine, but also rice wine.
Although there was already wine in the room, Zhen Wanwan still wanted to make some herself.
She has already made her brewing skills public; she hasn't forgotten her promise to Boss Wu.
Their cooperation should have started much earlier, but it was interrupted by the Fifth Prince's sudden uprising to purge the court of corrupt officials.
The two are currently in a semi-disconnected state. She has tried writing a letter to Wu Sheng in Songjiang Prefecture.
For some reason, the letter seemed to have vanished without a trace.
Before leaving Songjiang Prefecture, she had given Wu Sheng the address of her aunt's house.
Grandma Li had mentioned these things to Zhen Xiaozhi. If she received the letter, her aunt would definitely send it to her.
Now, six months have passed, and not a single word has been heard.
Zhen Wanwan couldn't help but wonder if something had happened to the other party.
With natural disasters and man-made calamities, no one can guarantee what will happen to someone who was alive and kicking just a second ago.
However, the wine still needs to be brewed. Her wine shop hasn't even opened yet, but she's already become famous among wine lovers.
Every now and then, someone would come knocking on the door, just wanting a drink.
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