The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Fang Xiaoning lay inside. After Song Feng turned off the light, he lingered on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and lay down. Fang Xiaoning felt that the air was stagnant, and the person next to her was like a piece of wood, completely still. Just when Fang Xiaoning thought that there would be no wedding night and she could sleep peacefully, the wood next to her came to life and moved. She held her breath.

Then, after a long while, the man reached out his hand, slowly, very slowly, towards her, and grasped her hand. Their hearts were both pounding. It was coming, it was coming, the wedding night she thought she'd never have was finally here…

The next day.

Early in the morning, the sun shone directly from the rooftop, piercing her eyes.

Fang Xiaoning: ...

"Are you staying home today, or going to town?"

She reached out to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight, looking at her husband beside her. This scoundrel, he looks like a human being, but when the lights are off, he's a dog, biting her so much that she feels pain all over when she tries to rest.

"Go to town."

Struggling to get out of bed, she had no right to stay in. If she didn't earn money now, she'd freeze to death when it got cold. While others were on their honeymoons, she had to figure out how to support her family the day after her wedding. Damn this time-traveling, what a messed up life.

Sitting up, wincing in pain, Fang Xiaoning inwardly groaned and glared resentfully at the culprit. Song Feng scratched his head, unsure what to do; he knew he had been very rude. "How about you rest for a day? We'll go tomorrow."

"I'm fine, I'll be alright in a bit."

This body was destined to be worthless; she felt much more at ease after just a slight twist.

Knowing they were going to town, Mrs. Su got up before dawn to prepare breakfast.

"Get up, wash your face and eat first."

This mother-in-law has a similar personality to the original owner's mother—a soft, innocent girl who doesn't cause much trouble, is easy to talk to, and easy to fool. She likes her.

"Thank you for your hard work, mother."

Mrs. Su was flattered and said, "It's not hard work at all. You'll be walking for several hours, which is much harder."

Yes, it will take several hours to walk, one hour is two hours.

After the meal, Song Feng took two steamed buns and went to town with Fang Xiaoning.

As Su saw them off, she felt comforted to see how much closer they had become overnight. "Father," she said, "our son has married. From the afterlife, please remember to bless them, that they may soon have their grandson. And bless me and Xiao An, that we may live long and healthy lives."

"How about you take the oxcart and I walk?"

"No need, let's go together. I'll take a look around too."

See if there's anything she recognizes that the people here don't.

"If you get tired, tell me and I'll carry you on my back."

"Ah."

Along the way, all she saw were wildflowers and weeds; nothing else. Perhaps there were, but she didn't recognize them.

She thought she would be half dead by the time she got to town, but when she arrived, she wasn't out of breath or even trembling. What a lucky person she is!

"The town is just inside. Shall we take a break or go in now?"

"go in."

Not tired at all, no need to rest, my physical condition is amazing!

The town's streets were very narrow, and the roads weren't paved with bluestone bricks as she had imagined; they were just mud roads. Most of the houses along the streets were also adobe houses, with mottled walls, and some even had the mud bricks falling off. There weren't many large brick and tile houses; they were probably only inhabited by wealthy families.

The situation is much better on the commercial street. Most of the buildings are brick and tile houses, and some are even two-story buildings. Every shop on the street is open, selling all kinds of things.

Walking down this street, the situation was similar to when we first entered: dilapidated mud-brick houses were everywhere. So, the street we had just walked down was the town's affluent area. However, this street had the most stalls, selling all sorts of things, mostly homemade farm products.

Fang Xiaoning kept an eye on the vendors and shops the whole way. Most of them sold noodles, which made sense, since it wasn't convenient to cook dishes at a stall. However, the noodle offerings were also very limited: steamed buns, mantou, and noodles.

Seeing that she kept staring at the food, Song Feng asked with difficulty and embarrassment, "Are you hungry? Why don't you go buy a steamed bun?" He could only ask her to use her dowry money to buy food because his wife was hungry.

"Song Feng, what do you think about us setting up a food stall? Can you pull off that kind of attitude they have?"

Song Feng glanced at the stall's frame. "I can make those. What do you want to sell?"

"Selling cold noodles is a good idea. It's so hot, and nobody has much of an appetite. Do we have cucumbers or cabbages in our garden?" This is a fictional era where there are chili peppers, and the people here really like to eat chili peppers.

"Yes, I've never heard of liangpi (cold skin noodles) before."

"I'll make it for you when we get home, and for Mom and my little brother too. Come on, let's go buy some noodles. What vegetables do we have in the garden? Do we have any chili peppers?"

"Yes, there are also radishes, eggplants, chives, coriander, scallions, green beans..."

What a diligent person! Now all the side dishes are ready.