The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Hey, Dad, we're going back now. We'll come see you again next time!"

"Get out of here, get out of here!" Old Fang waved his hand.

Every time he comes, I'll annoy him. Sooner or later, I'll be driven crazy by this unfilial son.

"Where do I put the things? I still need to take the basket back with me."

Old Fang: ...

If the ground hadn't been so cold, he would have rushed down and slapped him twice across the face!

Before his father could lose his temper, Fang Lao Er got off the kang (a heated brick bed), grabbed his own basket, filled it with things, and returned the basket to Fang Youcai. His movements were fluid and incredibly fast.

Fang Youcai, carrying an empty basket and accompanied by his son-in-law, swaggered away.

After the two left, Song Lao Er showed the gifts to his father, "Dad, these are the Song family's holiday gifts. There's this big piece of meat, this big carp, and two packets of pastries. This is what my eldest brother brought. The meat is a bit smaller, I'd guess it's about two jin, and there are two packets of steamed rice cakes, and a jar of wine. Dad, my eldest brother bought you some wine!"

"At least he still has some filial piety. On the winter solstice, we'll make cabbage and pork dumplings, and the rest of us will have a drink. We'll eat the piece of meat the eldest brother gave us, and freeze the one Xiao Ning gave us to eat slowly. We'll give one bag of steamed rice cakes to the kids, and one bag to the fourth brother in his room. The one Xiao Ning gave us looks different, so I'll open it and take a look."

"Hey, okay."

Both packs contain donkey rolls.

"Dad, this pastry is so exquisite, with layers upon layers of different colors, and white sesame seeds sprinkled on top. It's really meticulous."

"Give me a piece to try."

Soft, sticky, and sweet, "It has red bean paste, glutinous rice, and sesame seeds. This snack that Ning Yatou gave me is not cheap."

The two sons were swallowing hard.

"Take this box, everyone get a piece. I'll keep the rest for next time." Such good food should be shared. He planned to save the rest for his fourth son. He worked hard studying and deserved to eat better.

"Hey!" The second and third sons were surprised to find themselves included, and were momentarily excited. Father, after all, still cares about them.

The Zhao family was overjoyed to see their son-in-law and grandson-in-law come to deliver holiday gifts. "Come in, come in! Hurry up, mother, make them a bowl of brown sugar tea to warm them up."

Song Feng: ...

He knew this would happen!

When they tried to persuade him to leave, Song Feng repeatedly declined, explaining that it was dark and difficult to travel, so the Zhao family finally gave up and let him go. His stomach was full of water, and he could almost hear it sloshing around as he walked.

After leaving the courtyard, he stopped the car not far away, took care of this important matter, and then continued on his way. Thinking about going back, including visiting the village chief's house and needing to drink another bowl of water, he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. No, he absolutely couldn't drink anymore; he couldn't drink any more.

Today, I really drank my fill of water.

"Father, Mother, look!"

After they left, the daughter-in-law showed them the holiday gifts.

"Such a big piece of meat!"

"Yes, there's also fish, and it's quite big. Mom, there are also two packets of pastries."

“This child! Giving so much, and not even keeping some for himself. Keep it, cut off a piece tonight and make radish stew with meat. As for the snacks, give each child a piece.”

"Hey." She opened it. "Mother, I've never seen this kind of pastry before."

"Wow, it looks really good. It doesn't look cheap."

"Dad, Mom, it looks very soft, you should try some."

"Okay, I'll try this new thing too." One bite, and it was soft, chewy, and easy to bite. "Delicious, it's no problem for my teeth. Old man, you should try some too."

"Hmm, Xiao Ning is so thoughtful. She knows we both have bad teeth, so these pastries must be expensive."

Seeing that they liked the food, she said, "Mom and Dad, keep these two boxes for yourself and eat them slowly. The kids also have some rice cakes that my brother-in-law brought."

"Try it all, take it over, everyone eat one piece, and we'll share the rest of the box on the Winter Solstice."

"But..." There are only two boxes, and that's all?

"Just listen to me, you try a piece too, take it now."

"Thank you, mother!"

When the village chief's wife saw Song Feng's holiday gifts, she was completely bewildered. When did their two families become relatives? She turned to ask her husband. The village chief, however, seemed extremely pleased. He not only accepted all the gifts but also personally escorted Song Feng to the door, inviting him to come over for a drink sometime.

Looking at the head of the household, who was happily rummaging through things, he asked, "Old man? Have you lost your mind?"

The village chief, who had been in a good mood, instantly turned pale. "What do you know? From now on, Fengzi is my child."

Listen to this, listen to this, is he even speaking human language? His child? His child with Su? What would others think if they heard this?