The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Sister, this is a basket of eggs that Mother sent. We heard she's pregnant, and Mother said it's to help her recover."

“Just take it back to your parents. I just bought a basket of eggs for her yesterday, and Fengzi bought a basket too. We really can’t finish them all.”

Zhao Dashu refused; if he took it back, his mother would definitely beat him with a broom. "It's getting cold, just eat it slowly. Sister, you should take it. I'm leaving now. I'll pick some more hawthorns tomorrow night."

Because he was bad at expressing himself and a little embarrassed to go directly to people's homes, he asked his older sister to deliver it for him.

"Let's go!"

"Ai……"

Zhao looked at the small basket of eggs. Her family was struggling financially; her parents rarely ate any themselves, taking them all to town to exchange for money. Sigh…

"Given by Grandma?"

"Well, I couldn't stop him even though I tried. You can keep it for yourself. I'm going back now!" I made a special trip to deliver it because I was worried about Fang Youcai. That shameless guy would definitely sneak a few of them away.

"I send you."

"Why are you taking me there? It's just a short walk. Why are you being so polite with your mother?" Zhao said, waving goodbye and walking away without seeing Fang Youcai. "Where did your father go again?"

Fang Xiaoning was sweating profusely. Her mother was becoming increasingly rude to her stepfather. "Change the water for the acorns in the backyard."

"He's alright, let him do all the heavy work. You and your mother-in-law shouldn't lift a finger. Eating so much, you'll easily get indigestion if you don't move around."

Su's lips twitched a few times, but she chose to remain silent. Her father-in-law certainly had a big appetite, especially for meat; he was particularly obsessed with it. Ever since he came into the family, there had never been a single drop of leftover food, let alone leftover soup.

Time flies.

Fang Xiaoning's family's food business is thriving. They can now sell about 30 jin of rice crust a day. Zhao wanted to help her mother out, so after getting Fang Xiaoning and Fang Youcai's consent, she brought her family along to do the business together, and they were given 10 jin a day.

Her mother worked alongside her, fearing her two daughters-in-law would reveal the craft to their families. So, they helped each other, and eventually, everyone knew about their craft. In the cold weather, the rice crusts wouldn't spoil easily, so she would make them, and her youngest son would deliver them. He would deliver them every two days, and in just over ten days, the family earned several hundred coins. Old Mrs. Cui and her husband counted the coins, tears streaming down their faces.

"Next year, our family will be able to help Dazhuang get married!"

“Yes, we can also repair the house at home. Your legs aren’t good, so next year, let’s try our best to see if we can build a house like Xiao Ning’s. Then you can work in a warm house. In winter, your legs won’t hurt when you leave the kang (heated brick bed).”

"You're just dreaming. How could you build such a nice house and not need your grandsons to get married?"

"I was just thinking about it. Damn it, the snow is so heavy. Our second son delivers goods every day. I don't know if he can handle it. I'm afraid he'll get rheumatism too."

“My daughter sent word that Xiao Ning’s family also mentioned this matter. They said that the second son should stop running around and that he should come to our house every three days in his mule cart to pick up the goods.”

“I’m indebted to them so much. The skills are Xiao Ning’s, the buyers are the ones who found us, and the sellers are the ones who helped us sell. Now they even come to pick up the deliveries themselves. We just lift a finger and don’t have to worry about anything. But I still feel uneasy about it.”

“Me too, but my daughter said to leave it at that for now and wait until spring to do everything. I was thinking that when spring comes and we start planting, I'll ask my second son to help. He's the only one in his family who can work in the fields, and Xiao Ning is pregnant, so he definitely won't be able to manage.”

"We should go, we should go!"

"Shouldn't we make sticky rice cakes now?"

"Hmm, I'll ask my daughter-in-law tomorrow. Let's do it in the next couple of days."

"Ai!"

The old man's deeply lined face was beaming with smiles. "The children love sticky rice cakes, so let's make more this year!"

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"Xiao Ning, are we making sticky rice cakes this year?" We haven't made them in the past few years because we haven't had anything to make for them. She hasn't tasted sticky rice cakes for many years. Xiao Anzi probably doesn't even remember them anymore.

While making donkey rolls, Xiao Ning recalled that here, after the weather turned cold, every household would make sticky rice cakes. Even when his family was short of money, they would still make a few to enjoy. Speaking of which, the sticky rice cakes tasted pretty good.

"Okay, Mom, let's finish up the goods tomorrow and make bean buns the day after tomorrow."

"Aren't you too tired?" Now their family has another food item, and it's selling exceptionally well. She hasn't had a proper rest even while pregnant. Her daughter-in-law is really healthy, and the baby in her belly is behaving well. She's hardly had any morning sickness yet, and she can eat, sleep, and work well.

"No, Brother Feng and Xiao Anzi will help. Mom, let Brother Feng buy half a pork belly another day, and we'll make some sausages. We can put a piece of it in the rice when we cook it, it'll smell so good!"

"Okay, you need to eat more meat to keep your health up. Let Fengzi buy another chicken. Didn't you say you wanted to eat chicken stew with mushrooms? The mushrooms your grandparents sent are really delicious. When spring comes and the mushrooms grow on the mountain, Mom will go pick some, dry them, and keep them to eat slowly."

"Ai!"

Is my mother-in-law finally willing to go out? That's great news!