The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

After Song Feng returned with the bowl, he stood beside Madam Su, motionless. "Go inside and check on Xiao Ning."

"Cough... Ah... Okay!"

He'd wanted to go inside for a while, but he was a little... well, quite embarrassed. Today, on the way to the wedding, the villagers kept pointing and whispering; his wife must have felt terrible. Especially Wang Defa, who was practically watching the spectacle even while holding onto the gate.

I don't know if he'll give me the cold shoulder; he's the one who embarrassed her.

Fang Xiaoning looked at the big guy standing in front of him. Indeed, he had to bend over inside the house. He was living a stifling life. He couldn't even straighten his back when he entered the house.

This was also the first time she had seen this man up close, her future husband. His features were strong, his nose high and straight, his lips sharply defined and slightly pursed; he was a stubborn man.

His skin was so dark that you could see the highlights; he hadn't used sunscreen while working. A few wisps of hair were casually scattered across his forehead, adding to his carefree air.

Judging by her height, she must be at least 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Apart from her clothes covered in patches, she was quite satisfied with her appearance.

Today is his wedding day, so he'll definitely be wearing his best clothes, therefore...

Fang Xiaoning sighed inwardly, "We're so poor!"

"You're back?" He smiled at the awkwardly bent-over man in front of him. "Don't stand there, come and sit down."

She looked quite tired.

My wife isn't angry? She has such a good temper!

Song Feng walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and sat down carefully, only putting half of his bottom on it. This was the first time he had been in close contact with a woman other than his mother, and he didn't know what to say.

The two stared at each other, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Thinking about her plans, Fang Xiaoning asked him, "Brother Feng, how far is our village from the town?"

In the original owner's memory, she had never left Zaoshu Village. When preparing her dowry, she originally planned to go and take a look, but Zhao said that the bride-to-be should stay at home to make her wedding dress and should not go out.

She can buy whatever she wants; if that doesn't work, there's always her unreliable father.

"It's not far, only about ten miles, it only takes an hour to walk there. There are also oxcarts in the village that can take you there once a day."

In ancient times, a dozen or so miles wasn't far. "What's the town like? I'd like to go see it tomorrow, is that alright?"

She loves to eat, knows how to eat, and can cook. As for other transmigrators identifying medicinal herbs or digging for ginseng, she's not up to the task. After eating Zhao's food, she felt that her skills were good enough to set up a stall.

"Okay, but..." He hesitated to say it, feeling somewhat embarrassed. A ride in an oxcart cost a penny, which he couldn't afford. If his new wife wanted to go to town, she would have to walk with him. That wasn't the worst part; once they got to town, he couldn't even afford to buy her a bowl of tea.

For the first time, he felt like a piece of trash.

When his grandparents kicked him out of the house with nothing, he was full of ambition, believing that he could make a living with his mother and younger brother, as long as he was willing to work hard. But over the years, life became increasingly difficult; he didn't even know where his mother's medicine money would come from next month.

How dare he get married? He's utterly audacious. The crucial point is, he's already married her.

“Xiao Ning, I’m sorry. This is how things are in the family right now. I don’t have a single penny on me. If you stay with me, you’ll suffer a lot. If you don’t want to, I’ll take you home right now and explain to Uncle Fang.”

Once his mind was clear, his thoughts became clear as well; he couldn't bring himself to harm that girl.

"I know your family is poor!" The whole village knows! "I didn't marry you for money. If we don't have money, we'll earn it ourselves. If we're both willing to work hard, we'll definitely have money."

Song Feng's mouth was full of bitterness. He had thought the same way before, and he was just as naive and simple. It was only after years of hardship from life that he accepted reality and realized that making money was really too difficult.

He toiled in the fields, but the harvest was meager. No matter how much wasteland he cleared or how much hard work he put in, the money he earned wasn't even enough to buy medicine for his mother. He dared not hope for anything more.

Just being alive is enough!

"Xiao Ning, you have no idea how hard it is to earn money!"

She knows it all too well: money is hard to earn, and life is tough; it's always been that way.

“If farming doesn’t work, let’s think of something else. Song Feng, my father gave me a dowry of one and a half taels. Apart from two quilts, I didn’t buy anything. I still have one tael and two mace left. Let’s go to town and see if there’s any small business we can start.”

Why did two quilts only cost 300 coins? It was because she pestered Fang Youcai for a subsidy. She wouldn't get on the carriage if he didn't give her the money, and she wouldn't return the money to him. Even though the quilts were the thinnest and the cotton was the lowest quality, she heard from her mother that her father had also given her a subsidy of 230 coins.

Her dad's probably still at home yelling at her right now! Hehe!

"How could I possibly spend your dowry? Hide the money well and don't mention it again." No matter how poor he was, he couldn't let his wife help him out; otherwise, what would he become?

Oh dear, this person is more refined than the Wang family. As for her former mother-in-law's family, she guarantees that once they enter the house, they will not only thoroughly plunder her but also complain that she hasn't brought enough.

"Song Feng, let's talk." Fang Xiaoning looked at him with a serious expression.

"Go ahead." He sat up straight nervously. What did she want to say? Was she leaving?

"Now that we're married, husband and wife are one. I don't want to hear about 'yours' and 'mine' anymore. This family is like this now, and neither of us has much money. We should focus on working hard to earn money and think about how to give our mother and younger brother a better life. The reason I'm reluctant to spend this one or two taels of silver is that I want to have some money to buy goods if we want to start a small business after we get married."

If you're so calculating with me, we'll never get along. Do you expect me to pay you for every little thing I ask you to do?

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

"That's settled then. Let's work together and try our best to earn money. Let's try not to lose this one tael and two mace of silver."

[PS: My dears, what should I sell at a stall?]