Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

It's still cold.

The snow was still falling.

There were still many people in Jiang Miaomiao's courtyard, and the number was increasing.

"Aunt Zhou, if you think the price I'm offering for bamboo shoots is too low, then let me give you an idea!"

A little boy squeezed out from the crowd.

She had delicate features, bright eyes, and white teeth.

There was also a ball tied to his arms.

No, it's a baby, a baby with only its two eyes showing.

The little one looked at everyone with his big, watery eyes.

It's not that Jiang Miaomiao doesn't want to turn her neck.

It's because they're wearing too many padded jackets.

It won't turn!

Jiang Ziyan's appearance was so outstanding that everyone recognized him at a glance.

Lu Niangzi's youngest son, Jiang Ziyan.

He was a scholar.

Regardless of age, scholars were highly respected in this era.

"Brother Yan, tell me, do you have any good ideas?"

Someone in the crowd asked curiously.

Jiang Ziyan had a cool and aloof demeanor, rarely smiled, and looked every bit the part of a young adult.

"Uncles, aunts, and uncles, since you all want to make your fortune in Jiangzhou, then follow my mother's example... dig bamboo shoots, buy an oxcart, and get up before dawn every day to go to Jiangzhou to sell bamboo shoots and negotiate deals..."

Everyone was silent.

It sounds simple, but it has stumped a lot of people.

They only realized how difficult it was after they tried it themselves.

I've told you all the ways to make money, but very few of you will actually make any.

Let’s not talk about anything else.

Many people stumble and fall while digging for bamboo shoots.

There are places where you can't find winter bamboo shoots.

Some people found a spot but didn't know how to dig it; one stroke of the hoe broke it in two.

Not to mention buying an oxcart.

Bamboo shoots can only be sold for two seasons, so even if you have spare money, it's not worth buying them.

Even if you manage to get bamboo shoots and buy a car, how many people can do basic accounting and read?

If you're not careful, you'll lose everything, down to your last pair of underwear.

Village Chief Uncle Fu stepped forward and laughed, "Brother Yan was just joking with you. You can't even read, and you can't even do basic accounting. You'll be easily fooled..."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Zhou looked embarrassed, led her son and carrying bamboo shoots away from the crowd, and secretly slipped away.

“The village chief is right. Let’s stop chatting and hurry up and sell the bamboo shoots. My son is waiting for me to buy meat to take home.” Wang Quan came in carrying two baskets of bamboo shoots.

He's not driving the oxcart today; he's letting the old man pull it.

He went up the mountain to dig bamboo shoots.

When everyone saw that it was Wang Quan, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"You have an oxcart, why don't you go to Jiangzhou to sell bamboo shoots?"

Wang Quan carried the bamboo shoots to Jiang Miaomiao's yard, put them down, and took a deep breath.

He had just started to say, "Why didn't I go? Aunt Lu told me the other day that my dad dug up fifty catties of bamboo shoots and asked me to take them there. And guess what happened?"

"What's wrong?" Everyone was incredibly curious.

If someone has an oxcart but doesn't take it to Jiangzhou to sell, they're either stupid or foolish!

"I got up very early, picked up some bamboo shoots, and went to Jiangzhou. By the time I arrived, it was already noon. I set up a stall at the market for two hours and only sold ten catties. Because I missed the morning market, I only made twenty-five coins per catty..."

"Why is it only twenty-five coins? Isn't it forty coins?"

Wang Quan took out a water pipe and took a few puffs.

"You wish! Forty coins is for bamboo shoots when they first come to market, and it's the early morning market, and you're only talking about big ones."

"What about the bamboo shoots you have left?" someone asked again.

"After waiting another hour, I rushed back and sold it for a pittance of fifteen coins a catty. It was already dark when I got halfway back, and I was almost eaten by wolves... It was terrifying."

Jiang Ziyan asked, "Uncle Quan, why don't you rest for the night before coming back and continue selling at the morning market the next day?"

Wang Quan sighed, "Rest for the night? You have no idea how expensive the inns and lodgings are in Jiangzhou. I can't afford it! It's much easier to sell the bamboo shoots to your mother; the profit is about the same..."

Upon hearing what Wang Quan said...

Everyone's last bit of enthusiasm had vanished; they just wanted to sell the bamboo shoots as soon as possible to make money.

We'll continue digging tomorrow.

"Alright! Wang Quan has already sold the bamboo shoots to Madam Lu, what else is there to say?"

Many onlookers also went home to carry bamboo shoots.

"Miaomiao, let's go back inside, it's cold outside." Jiang Ziyan waved his hand in front of the baby's eyes.

The little guy was so engrossed in watching that he didn't even blink.

“Eeya ya…”

Jiang Miaomiao waved her little fist, which was wrapped up like a steamed bun.

I haven't had enough fun yet, I'm not going back!

Children have three "fires" on their bottoms, so they're not cold.

She felt that her mother had deliberately sent Uncle Wang Quan to experience selling bamboo shoots in Jiangzhou.

It was her pre-arranged decision to have my aunt stay here instead of my uncle.

If my uncle stays here.

Encountering someone like the Zhou family is like a scholar encountering a soldier—there's no way to explain yourself.

The mother, meanwhile, was strategizing and planning from behind.

After this incident, hopefully no one will come knocking on our door to cause trouble again.

However, there was one thing that Jiang Miaomiao couldn't understand.

If her mother is so capable, why couldn't she control her scumbag father?

Aunt Wang's house.

Since being brought back that day, Heiwa has been extremely frightened and has a persistent high fever.

I've seen a doctor several times, but my condition hasn't improved.

While his wife Wu Hua'er was fetching a doctor, Tie Zhu secretly took the child to Aunt Wang's side, his eyes filled with worry.

"Mother, what should we do? This child is terribly frightened, and something seems off about him..."

Heiwa sometimes cried incessantly, sometimes spoke unclearly, and sometimes slept soundly and remained unconscious...

He's rambling incoherently right now, his eyes are somewhat vacant.

"Daddy...wolves...so many wolves..."

"Mommy, I want milk... I want to eat..."

Heiwa sat next to Aunt Wang and nuzzled against her chest as he spoke.

Aunt Wang hugged him tightly, choking back tears, "Heiwa, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry... what happened to you?"

Could he be possessed by an evil spirit?

Thinking this, Aunt Wang said, "Son, go and invite someone to perform a ritual for Heiwa."

Tie Zhu didn't really believe in these things. "Mother... Heiwa might have suffered brain damage from a fever, or he might have been scared silly..."

The doctor said last time that he was too frightened and was somewhat delirious.

Aunt Wang stood there, stunned.

Silly!

How could this be?

This is the only son of the Wang family.

She stroked Heiwa's head, studied him carefully for a while, looked into his somewhat dazed eyes, and asked, "Heiwa, do you recognize who I am?"

Heiwa looked at her.

"Grandma...Grandma..."

Aunt Wang breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a relieved smile.

"Thank goodness, there's still hope!"

Before she could even feel happy for a moment, she heard Heiwa shout again.

"Mommy, I want to nurse..."

Aunt Wang: "..."

The smile froze on her face; she hadn't recovered yet.

.......

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "Son, I'm afraid this Heiwa won't make it... We must have another one quickly, otherwise the Wang family line may end..."

"If...if the flower doesn't want to give birth, then let's divorce...and remarry, marry someone who can help you and bear children..."