A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

The village chief led Song Zhili out, and then he led her to a piece of wasteland. He pointed to one of the plots and said, "This is the plot. You see, it's quite close to the water source, and there's a small river not far away. However, the delivery service here will be a bit more expensive."

The location of this land is excellent, but it's too expensive, so it's been left undeveloped and hasn't been cultivated.

Song Zhili looked at the land and was quite satisfied with it. Then she asked, "Grandpa Village Chief, how much silver does this land cost per mu?"

The village chief hesitated for a moment, then held up two fingers. "The land here costs two taels of silver per mu. There are about five mu of land here that are connected. If you can buy them all, I'll give you a discount. It will only cost eight taels of silver in total."

Hearing the price, Song Zhili was surprised. No wonder no villagers bought such good land. "Alright, Grandpa Village Chief, I'll take all five acres. It'll cost eight taels of silver, right?"

Upon hearing Song Zhili say she wanted them all, the village chief didn't react for a moment, "Village chief, village chief."

Seeing that the village chief was standing there without saying a word, Song Zhili called out twice more.

"Ah, okay, let's go home and talk about it."

The village chief came to his senses and led Song Zhili back. On the way back, the village chief felt very unreal. He knew that Song Zhili's family was now selling fish balls in town to earn some money, but he did not expect that in just a few days, they had not only paid back the money they owed their family, but also had so much money to buy land.

Are those fish balls really that profitable?

Song Zhili naturally had no idea what the village chief was thinking, but she had also been thinking about things along the way. The two of them returned to the village chief's house with their own thoughts on their own. Then the village chief asked Song Feng to bring out a chair for Song Zhili to sit down.

"Da Ya, are you really going to buy all that land? That's a lot of money, you should think it through."

The village chief, still not entirely convinced, asked another question.

Song Zhili understood the village chief's concerns, so she nodded, "Yes, I want to buy all those lands. Here is eight taels of silver, please count it, Grandpa Village Chief."

Still worried that the village chief wouldn't believe her, Song Zhili took out eight taels of silver that she had calculated in her spatial storage and placed them on the table.

When the village chief saw Song Zhili so casually take out the silver, he immediately told Song Feng to close the gate, saying, "You child, you just took out so much silver like that."

After saying that, he turned to Song Feng and said, "Xiao Feng, go to my room and get the wooden box from the head of my bed."

"Oh, I see, Grandpa."

Song Feng jogged to the village chief's house and brought out the wooden box he had mentioned. "Grandpa, is this it? Here you go."

Song Feng handed the wooden box to the village chief, who took it, opened it, rummaged through it, and then took out several land deeds. "Da Ya, these are the land deeds for those plots of land. You must keep them safe, or you'll lose them forever."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Grandpa Village Chief."

Song Zhili took the land deed, glanced at it, and after confirming that it was correct, put it away. "Grandpa Village Chief, could you please keep my land purchase a secret? I don't want too many people to know."

The village chief nodded without hesitation. "Da Ya, don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Song Zhili smiled at the village chief, "Then thank you, Grandpa Village Chief. I'll be going now."

Song Zhili got up and prepared to go back, but Song Feng escorted her to the door. Only after she had gone far away did he turn back and sit down opposite the village chief.

"Grandpa, did Daya just buy those plots of land near the river?"

The village chief nodded. "Yes, you can keep this to yourself, but don't tell anyone else, understand?"

Song Feng nodded seriously, "Yes, I know, Grandpa. I'll go and get back to work now."

The village chief nodded, then put the wooden box back inside the house, took out his pipe, took a deep drag, and gazed thoughtfully towards the doorway.

As soon as Song Zhili left the village chief's house, she put the land deeds into her spatial storage. On her way home, she kept thinking about whether to ask the villagers for help or hire outsiders if she wanted to dig a fishpond.

If she were to let the villagers dig it up, they would soon find out how much money she had spent on the land, which might attract the covetous eyes of those with ill intentions.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll go back and discuss it with them first.

Thinking this, Song Zhili quickened her pace. When she returned to the courtyard, she saw Hu Cuicui walking towards her with a strange expression.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so strange?"

Hu Cuicui didn't speak, but pulled Song Zhili aside. "Da Ya, I heard from your brother that you were the one who wanted to buy those pig offal, right? What are you going to do with them? You're not going to eat them, are you?"

Song Zhili thought Hu Cuicui was going to say something, making it all so mysterious, but it turns out it was just this!

"Yes, Mom, don't be disgusted by the smell of those pig offal. It tastes amazing when cooked, don't you believe me?"

Upon hearing Song Zhili's words, Hu Cuicui was at a loss for words. Considering that Song Zhili could make even the most unpalatable fish taste so delicious, she seemed powerless to refute her statement.

"I trust you, will you need my help later?"

Song Zhili nodded, "Perfect, Mother, come with me to take that waste to the riverbank and wash it."

After saying that, Song Zhili intimately put her arm around Hu Cuicui's and walked into the yard. They went to the kitchen together, where Song Zhili brought out a basket containing pig offal and asked Hu Cuicui to bring a bowl with some flour.

Throughout the journey, Hu Cuicui's heart was bleeding, because she heard Song Zhili say that this flour was for washing the pig's offal. That thing actually needed to be washed with such precious things!

Arriving at the riverbank, they went downstream. Song Zhili first gave them a quick wash, then coated the pig's stomach and intestines with flour.

Then it was rinsed several more times. Hu Cuicui watched from the side and exclaimed in amazement, "Da Ya, isn't that enough? Do we still need to use this flour? There's too much of it."

"Okay, I'll wash it again."

Song Zhili washed the waste again before putting it into a basket and carrying it home with Hu Cuicui.

When the two of them returned, everyone in the yard looked at Song Zhili's basket. They had all smelled the odor from the basket and knew it was pig offal.

"Da Ya, are you planning to cook that pig offal in your hand later?"