The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"You need to find a way to keep Shunzi warm. Look at the weather outside; a round trip like that will freeze you to death."

“Hey, there’s a water bag at home. I’ll bring him some hot ginger tea. After he’s eaten, Shunzi’s wife and I will alter his clothes and cotton shoes.”

"Yes, take apart as many thick clothes as possible at home, and we won't go out. We need to take care of him first and not let the child get cold. Also, no one is allowed to talk about this. If anyone dares to say how much Shunzi earns in a day, I'll break their legs."

They've helped us, we can't cause them any more trouble. The Song and Fang families are still watching!

"We understand, we promise we won't talk nonsense."

"No, Dad, stop being so mystical. We don't even leave the house. Who can we talk to? Will you come to us in a dream?"

"Hey, you little rascal, you've gone too far!"

The village chief glared at him. "You brat, how dare you talk back!"

"25 coins a day, old man, by the end of the year, our family has earned quite a bit this year thanks to Fengzi!"

"That's what we'll say. After Ning gives birth, you'll make two sets of clothes for her baby."

"necessary."

Looking at the faces of the big and small men, who had no flesh on them, he said, "This year, when we slaughter the pig for the New Year, let's save a few extra pounds."

"Hey!" Two more wrinkles appeared on the village chief's wife's face.

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"Brother Feng, go to town tomorrow and buy glutinous rice flour, cornmeal, and red bean paste. Our family is also going to make sticky rice dumplings. Also, buy half a pig, and if you have any offal, buy a whole set. If you have a lot of small intestines, buy two more sets."

Do you want this much pork?

"Hmm, if we have a lot, I'd like to make some cured pork, it's delicious. Oh, and let's buy two more chickens, we'll make chicken stew with mushrooms."

Song Feng's Adam's apple bobbed a few times for no apparent reason. He seemed to be getting hungry again. His wife really knew how to eat.

He'd forgotten what sticky rice cakes tasted like. In the past, the old family home would make them every year, mainly his parents, who would work until late into the night. But when it was time to eat, they could only each have one at most.

There were so many sticky rice cakes in the winnowing basket, left to freeze in the back of the yard. His younger brother saw them and cried because he was so hungry, but the old man wouldn't give him a single one. Sometimes, Grandma would sneak into their room and slip them a couple to satisfy their cravings.

After the family split up, he was useless and couldn't even afford to feed his mother and younger brother sticky rice cakes.

"Let's make more this year, eat as much as you want," Song Feng said fiercely.

Fang Xiaoning could tell from his expression that he was reminiscing about his past hardships again. "Yeah, pack more, you can buy more. Winter is still long, eat it slowly, this stuff is delicious."

"Honey, my arm is about to break from all that swinging," Fang Youcai complained, still working overtime miserably. Pot after pot of this stuff, requiring so much force to press down, his arm felt like it wasn't even his own anymore.

"You're not going to make any money you've already earned? You're already tired of this? My mother does all the work at my family's house. She's so old, has she ever complained? What are you complaining about? Where's your face?"

Fang Youcai: "...My mother-in-law is still vigorous despite her old age."

"Shut up, shake it quickly, don't let it burn!"

As long as she has money, she's happy no matter how tired she is.

"Tomorrow, I'll have my son-in-law bring back two pounds of meat. Stop nagging and hurry up and finish the work so you can rest."

Hearing someone approach, Fang Youcai regained his strength and exclaimed, "Alright!"

Zhao:......

What a useless piece of trash!

The next day.

Shunzi put on the clothes his mother and wife had prepared for him and arrived at the Song family home early in the morning.

He thought the job was just driving the cart, and he didn't take Song Feng's comment about how cold it was yesterday to heart at all. He'd tried it out in the village yesterday, and it was fine. Who would have thought…

They were alone on the road, and the wind from all directions seeped into his body. In no time, he lost all warmth. Reed fluff is actually not very resistant to the cold, and in just half a day, poor Song Shunzi was frozen stiff.

When he arrived at Zaoshu Village, he was sniffling and looked at Song Feng, who was bundled up tightly, with envy. Song Feng's outfit was the real deal, what was his?

"Fengzi, I'm heading back now!"

"Go back and have a bowl of hot ginger soup." He dropped the person off at their doorstep today; in a couple of days, the person will have to walk home themselves.

Upon entering the gate, Song Shunzi climbed directly onto the kang (a heated brick bed). Goodness, he was freezing!

The village chief could tell he was freezing when he saw him like that, so he quickly told his wife to heat up some ginger tea for him.

"Dad, it's so cold! It's so cold!"

"How did it get so frozen?"

Huddled on the kang (heated brick bed), covered with a cotton quilt, I said, "The wind was blowing all the way, and it hurt me. Dad, this outfit won't do. Brother Feng said that reed fluff doesn't block the wind; only cotton will."

The village chief certainly knew that cotton was warm, but cotton was expensive. His family only had one cotton quilt, which was made for him when he got married.

"Your mother and I will discuss it and make you a cotton-padded jacket."

In this way, he essentially worked for nothing for most of the winter. Cotton was just too expensive.

"Ah."