The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Mom, Xiao An, eat more pig liver, it's good for your health. And more pig heart, eat more too." She added some pepper to the soup. She bought this at the pharmacy, and it was very, very expensive!

She only uses a tiny bit each time.

Song Shunzi stood at his doorstep, holding the cloth and cotton in his hands, somewhat at a loss. He was afraid that his father would scold him if he went in. Who would have thought that today, Fengzi would drag him to the cloth shop and immediately order a pound of cotton, as well as a lot of linen for his size, saying that he would make hats, gloves and shoes for him. He didn't know what was going on, but Fengzi paid the money and took him out the door.

"Shunzi's back! What are you doing standing at the door? Aren't you cold? Come on in!" The bundle was so big that it was very conspicuous when he carried it.

"What is this?"

"Fengzi gave it to me, saying it was a work uniform."

What the hell?

The village chief sat upright in the main room, taking a deep drag on his pipe. Beside him was a large bundle that his eldest son had brought back.

After a long silence, someone said, "We can't accept this bundle of cotton. I'll take it back after we eat." It's unreasonable for someone to give clothes to someone who's helped them earn money. Besides, it's too valuable—nearly an ounce of silver! Who would accept such a gift from their host? Shunzi shouldn't have accepted it in the first place!

"Alright, you can send it back. Or you can leave the linen behind and take some copper coins with you. This afternoon I'll take apart the quilts in our room and make a cotton-padded jacket for him."

Even after being home for so long, my son's face is still bluish-purple. I used to think that making money was easy, but now I see that it's really difficult!

"Um, um, Fengzi asked me to wear his clothes this morning, but I didn't. I'm freezing today, so I guess if I don't change into a cotton-padded coat tomorrow, he'll have to give me his own to wear."

"This child is a good one!"

In the afternoon, the village chief went to Song Feng's house, and Song Feng opened the door while he was changing the water for the acorns.

"Uncle? What brings you here now? Come in quickly, Xiao Ning, bring me a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea."

"Ai!"

As soon as the village chief entered the main room, he immediately felt the warmth of spring.

"You..." Why are you so warm?

"Uncle, I've lit a fire wall. With this, I won't be cold at night even if I don't sleep on a heated brick bed."

It's not just not cold, it's incredibly warm.

They usually sit around two braziers in the main room, and their feet get numb from the cold after a while.

"Can it be heated to this temperature?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so warm. It's not too wasteful of firewood, but it's really useful. It's cold here, half the year is cold, so making this was the right thing to do! My mother hasn't complained of leg pain at all this year."

The village chief touched his old, calloused leg. Tonight, he didn't even have a blanket. Usually, he would stay on the kang (a heated brick bed) when he had nothing to do, and so did his wife. As soon as the weather got cold, she would get aches and pains all over the place. The children were the same; they didn't have cotton-padded coats, so they always stayed on the kang, eating and sleeping on it.

"I wonder if my house can still be converted into a firewall." The village chief admitted that he was very tempted.

Fang Xiaoning brought over a large bowl of brown sugar ginger tea. "Uncle, drink it while it's hot to warm yourself up."

The village chief nodded and accepted it.

"Let's ask Uncle Song after spring." This is really convenient; we won't get cold, and everyone in the family can move around more. Lying on the kang (heated brick bed) all winter can make even the healthiest person sick.

"Hmm, take this back."

Song Feng wasn't blind; he saw it as soon as he entered. Xiao Ning had guessed correctly: Uncle Village Chief would return the cotton.

"Uncle, what are you doing? Brother Shunzi really can't go out without a padded jacket and trousers. Look at the weather outside, it's only just getting cold, it's not even the coldest yet. How are you going to let him go out and endure the cold?"

“Your aunt is taking apart the quilt at home, so he will have a cotton-padded coat to wear tomorrow.”

"Uncle, you only have one quilt, right? What will you and Auntie cover yourselves with at night? Don't even mention reeds, will that keep you warm? Can your bodies handle it? Brother Shunzi is helping me with the work, he's suffering for me. To be honest, I feel quite guilty. If he or you get sick from the cold, I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Song Feng looked at the village chief, his eyelashes slightly moist.

“Over the years, it’s all been thanks to your help that I’ve managed to get through this. To be honest, in my heart, you are my elder, my dear uncle! This is just a piece of clothing that I, as the younger brother, made for my older brother. Why can’t I accept it? Uncle, I consider you and Brother Shunzi as family. Please don’t treat me like an outsider!”

The village chief was shocked and deeply moved by Song Feng's words. "Good, good, from now on, I'm your uncle. Come to me if you need anything!"

"Okay, then take the cotton-padded coat back. Oh, and Xiao Ning, pack a set of clothes and take them back with you too. Let Brother Shunzi wear them for a few days, and return them to me when the new clothes are finished."

village head:……