The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Song Chunni rushed to the yard to open the door. To be honest, no one had knocked on her door for many years.

Standing at the door, Su looked at the figure coming out. Good heavens, is this her aunt? Why is she always like this? She's wearing a tattered coat, patched up everywhere, with her hair in the simplest woman's bun, and her face is covered in frostbite. What is she wearing on her feet in this cold weather?

"Chunni?"

The person who had walked over stopped and stared in disbelief. The person in front of her, wearing a thick and clean cotton-padded coat, was her sister-in-law. Weren't they kicked out of their home by their father and living in an abandoned house in the village?

"Third sister-in-law?"

"Hey, hey! Chunni, your sister-in-law has come to see you. Isn't the winter solstice coming up soon?"

"Sister-in-law..." Her voice choked with emotion.

This is the first time her family has come to visit her since she got married.

"mother!"

Good heavens, Song Feng was startled. This child was even thinner than Xiao Anzi used to be.

"Third sister-in-law, it's cold outside, come in quickly, come in quickly!" Song Chunni hurriedly invited her into the house. Judging from her sister-in-law's appearance, she seemed to be doing quite well now, having arrived by mule cart.

"this is?"

"Fengzi, this is my eldest son. You used to help me take care of him when he was little, have you forgotten?"

"Fengzi, you've grown so much!" Song Chunni said, her eyes blurry with tears.

Once inside, Song Feng, being tall, couldn't even reach the ceiling; he had to bend down slightly. This house was even lower than his own dilapidated dwelling. The inside and outside weren't much different; it was as cold as an icebox.

"Are you cold? I'll light a brazier right away."

Looking at the dilapidated house that let in drafts from all sides, Song Feng frowned deeply. The two children inside looked at them, their faces and hands also covered in frostbite, their clothes tattered. The only good thing was that their clothes weren't too dirty; otherwise, they would have looked no different from beggars in town.

My aunt seems to be living a worse life than they used to.

Also, where is her uncle? Where is her mother-in-law?

"Chunni, is this your home? Back then..."

Busy lighting the brazier, Song Chunni said calmly, "My mother-in-law was sick. She was afraid of dying, so she sold the land in the house. When the money ran out and she still didn't get better, she sold the house."

Mrs. Su was so shocked her jaw dropped. How afraid of death must her sister-in-law's mother-in-law be to sell all her family's assets just to live a few more days! Unheard of, truly unheard of!

Where's your mother-in-law?

Song Chunni closed her eyes briefly. "I'm leaving. I've squandered all the family fortune, and I'm still leaving!"

Su Shi and Song Feng: ...

Where is your husband?

“They ran away.” Song Chunni’s mouth was full of bitterness.

Ah!

What do you mean by "ran away"?!

"Dayong, take Xiaolian inside to play."

“We’ve spent all our money, lost all our land, and lost all our house. The head of the household said he was going to find work, but he never came back. Everyone in the village says he ran away, abandoning us, a widow and her children.”

Actually, it's better that he ran away. With him gone, she's happy to be free, even if she's a little poorer and suffers a bit more.

"Never come back?"

"No, some people in the village said they saw him in the county town before, but no one has seen him since."

Uh, did they die outside?

"He doesn't even care about his own child, he's so heartless."

Song Chunni felt even more distressed. She covered her face and cried, her shoulders shaking. "He planned to sell Xiaolian, but I refused. We argued about it countless times. Then, he left."

"Why? Even if she's a daughter, she's still his biological child."

“Sister-in-law, Xiaolian, she… she’s not quite right.” Song Chunni pointed to her head.

Good heavens! My sister-in-law gave birth to a mentally challenged child!

Like a bolt from the blue, the shock left Su Shi stunned. She hadn't even noticed the little child standing nearby.

"Without land, how did you survive?"

“I cleared a small plot of wasteland and planted some things. With Da Yong’s help, we dried some wild vegetables and mushrooms. Sometimes, when the villagers saw how hard things were for us, a few kind-hearted people would lend a hand, and we were able to survive.”

Looking around her room, Su saw that her sister-in-law was barely holding on; her life was truly difficult.

"Sister-in-law, how are you doing? You seem to be doing quite well now."

"Yes, I've finally made it through. Because I married a good wife, she started helping to earn money as soon as she entered the family. We built a new house, and this mule cart was all bought by my daughter-in-law." As she spoke, Su couldn't help but smile. Her greatest blessing in this life was her eldest son and daughter-in-law.

"The mule cart belongs to you? I thought it was rented! Fengzi is doing really well these days."

"It wasn't him who made it, it was his wife who earned it. Fengzi may have some strength, but he's not that quick-witted."

Song Chunni: ...

Madam Su continued to praise her daughter-in-law, "You have no idea how capable Fengzi's wife is. Her cooking skills are better than those who have been working in the kitchen for decades. Everything is a treasure in her eyes, and she can make it into something amazing. Originally, she was going to come and visit you, but she's pregnant now, and I was worried she'd get cold, so I didn't let her come. Come to my house another day and meet your niece-in-law."

"Good, good, good!" She felt that her sister-in-law was very different from before; she was more lively and talkative. And their clothes—it was clear they lived a comfortable life. Was this niece-in-law really that capable?

"Oh, right, I brought you some things. Fengzi, why don't you go and move them?"

Song Feng bent over and walked out. Song Chunni wanted to follow, but Su Shi looked at her feet and stopped her from going. Poor thing, the soles of her feet must be covered in chilblains.

"Go and call the child out, let her warm up by the fire." She blinked hard, trying to hold back her tears. Her sister-in-law's life was even more miserable than hers; having such a daughter meant she had no hope left. It was so tragic—the child was miserable, and she was miserable too!

What will happen when they grow up?!