The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

He knew cotton was expensive, but he really couldn't afford it. He didn't want to end up meeting his maker before he even made any money.

The village chief's wife also felt sorry for her son, so they didn't separate the family. All the money they earned was used by the whole family, but he was the only one who suffered.

"Tomorrow, go and get a piece of cloth, and take out the cotton quilt from home to make you a cotton-padded jacket and trousers."

"What do you sleep with Dad?"

"The reed fluff is the same; since the kang (heated brick bed) is heated, it's not cold."

Song Shunzi pursed his lips. His parents only had one decent quilt, and they were going to take it apart to make clothes for him. Why did he feel so uneasy? But buying a new one was indeed too expensive…

"Mother, Xiao Ning, Shunzi is freezing to death today."

“He looks like he’s dressed quite warmly.” Su was puzzled. Aren’t young people supposed to be full of energy?

"It's full of reed fluff inside, so it doesn't keep you warm."

Mrs. Su shut her mouth. She knew reed fluff well. The cotton-padded jackets, trousers, and quilts in her house were all filled with reed fluff; they had only changed to cotton this year. Not to mention her, even Grandpa Song didn't have a cotton-filled jacket to wear, and there weren't two families in the entire Zaoshu Village with cotton quilts.

This year, she really owes a debt of gratitude to her daughter-in-law. The house is always warm with a fireplace burning, so warm that it warms her heart.

"Mom, Feng-ge, they're helping us with the work, we can't let them get cold, can we? Let Feng-ge wear his clothes for a couple of days tomorrow. Feng-ge, go to town tomorrow and buy a pound and a half of cotton, and also get a set of cloth for Shunzi. The cloth doesn't need to be too good, just linen will do, it's durable."

"We'll make clothes for him?" Su Shi had never heard of such a thing in her entire life.

“Let’s treat it as a work uniform. Make him a set so he can wear it when he’s catching the bus. He can’t stay cold like this. We can’t let him buy it himself, otherwise it would be like he’s been working for nothing for more than a month. Also, show Aunt Song your gloves and hat, and ask her to make a set for Brother Shunzi as well.”

"Is this feasible?" Song Feng also felt that such a large sum of money was probably unacceptable to them.

"Okay, if you can wear it this year, you can wear it next year too. Let's just buy it for you this once. Just say it's the work uniform that Brother Shunzi wore when he delivered the goods." Some money can be saved, but some really can't, especially when it comes to health, which is a matter of life and death.

She couldn't bear to see her husband suffer, and others couldn't bear to see their sons freeze. What if they got sick from being too cold?

"I'll do as you say and go buy it tomorrow. I've brought back the pig offal; it's really dirty. How are you going to clean it? I'll wash it."

"You guys go wash up, I'll cook."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mother."

These things are incredibly difficult to clean, especially the pig lungs, which require repeated rinsing with water. The pig intestines, large and small, also need to be repeatedly scrubbed with wood ash.

It's really delicious!

"Brother Feng, how much is a set of pig offal?"

"It costs 20 coins. Only poor families who can't afford meat will buy this, especially the lungs and intestines, which nobody wants. So many butchers sell them by the piece."

"This is delicious, but it's a hassle to clean. The chicken is still alive, so let's keep it for now. We'll eat the pork offal for the next couple of days."

"Hmm, where's the meat? Most of it is gone!"

"This afternoon, Mom and I will make some snacks. You chop the meat, just like you would dumpling filling, just chop it finely." She really knows how to keep busy every day. We'll have to postpone making sticky rice cakes for another two days.

"to make."

In one afternoon, I made dozens of kilograms of donkey rolls and dozens of kilograms of hawthorn cakes. The tofu was made by Song Feng.

"Fortunately, there's still a stove in the old house, otherwise we wouldn't have finished cooking today."

“Once the weather gets warmer, we’ll build two more stoves and two more kitchens, that should be enough. Mom, go back to your room and lie down for a while, you must be exhausted. I’ll make dinner and call you when it’s ready.” Seeing her constantly rubbing her back, Fang Xiaoning didn’t dare let her stay any longer.

"Okay, I'll lie down for a while. You can make whatever you want. Eat breakfast and then rest."

Braised rice, stir-fried pork liver, stir-fried pork lung with chili and garlic sprouts, radish and pork heart soup, and stir-fried Chinese cabbage.

"Sister-in-law, this is really chewy, it's crunchy when you eat it."

"This is a pulmonary duct."

"Xiao Ning, the pork offal you cooked doesn't smell bad at all, it's delicious." In the past, whenever her father-in-law bought it, she and her mother-in-law would cook it, and the whole family would complain about it. Only the third child didn't find it smelly at all and ate it with relish.

"Especially the pig lungs, they're so delicious!" Song Feng thought the pig lungs really suited his taste.

Everyone ate rice with pork offal in complete silence.