The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Song Chunni called the children out. To save firewood, they rarely heated the kang (a traditional heated bed) during the day. In the autumn, they would search for wild fruits and vegetables to store for food, so they always saved firewood.

"Sister-in-law, why did you bring so much stuff? Fengzi's wife is pregnant, take the meat back and help her recover."

"No, no, no, we have some at home, we really do!"

Su opened the package. "Dayong, Xiaolian, right? Here, have these pastries." The child was so thin; it broke her heart to see her like that, reminding her of Xiao Anzi from last year.

"Chunni, stew this meat for the children to nourish them. Look how thin they've become! And rice and noodles—luckily I brought some with me. And this, make a cotton-padded jacket for the children." Madam Su pursed her lips, looking at the family of three, realizing she hadn't brought enough fabric.

"No way! No matter how much you have, you can't just give it all to me like this. How can we live like this?" The sister-in-law said her daughter-in-law was so capable, she must be a formidable person. Her third sister-in-law was such a gentle person, she would probably have to be careful around her to make a living. She couldn't let her subsidize her like this, or she would be given the cold shoulder when she got home.

"Sister-in-law, please accept this. My wife prepared all of this; there's no reason for you to take it back. Besides, it's not like you don't need it. The two kids really need to be nourished. If they're weakened now, they'll suffer a lot later, and so will you."

Wang Xiaolian held a pastry in her hand, silently munching on it. To be honest, if her aunt hadn't said anything, she really wouldn't have noticed anything unusual. But after her aunt pointed it out, she noticed that the child seemed genuinely indifferent to the people and things around her.

Her older brother, Wang Dayong, was much more composed, looking at them with gratitude and emotion. He gave all the snacks to his sister, not touching a single one himself.

"Come on, Dayong, you eat too. This was made by your cousin-in-law. Try it and see how it tastes. Aunt, have a taste."

"Wow, your wife is so skillful! She made each layer with a different color. How did she do that?"

Song Feng scratched his head and chuckled. He didn't know how Xiao Ning came up with that idea, but it was really clever.

After finishing her snack, Wang Xiaolian squatted down and went to the brazier. Su thought she was cold, but then she saw her rearranging the pile of wood next to her, one piece at a time, neatly placing the thicker pieces at the bottom and the thinner ones on top...

Song Chunni looked awkwardly at Su Shi and Song Feng: "This child can't stand dirt and mess. Everything has to be neatly arranged."

Su Shi and Song Feng: ...This child is indeed extraordinary.

"She's a clean person!"

On their first meeting, it was customary to give the children a gift. Madam Su took out two red envelopes she had prepared and insisted on giving them to the two children.

Neither of them stayed at Chunni's house for a meal. They left after cooking for about half an hour, figuring she probably didn't have anything at home and didn't want to cook the food they brought for them again.

Song Chunni couldn't stop them, and considering that her own family didn't have any decent food, she gave up. She got up, intending to see them off. Su opened the curtain of the mule cart, looked at the quilts inside, thought of the two children, gritted her teeth, and decided to let Xiao Ning scold her when they got back. "Chunni," she said, "I have two more quilts here. Why don't you use them for now?"

"Sister-in-law, what are you saying? You're not well yourself, what if you get cold? We're lying on the kang every day, we're not cold at all. Hurry up and go back, I won't keep you any longer, the snow is heavy and the roads are hard to travel on!"

Third Sister-in-law has gone mad. She was given such a good quilt. What will she use to cover herself when she gets home at night? Don't even mention that there are more at home. Who has an extra quilt? Even if she were blind, she could tell that this isn't reed fluff, it's cotton!

Su was somewhat troubled and hesitant. She saw that her sister-in-law's bedding was so tattered that the reed fluff inside was showing, and the kang (a heated brick bed) was ice cold. She didn't know how they had managed to get through it. Luckily, the two children were resilient.

But my daughter-in-law didn't say these two quilts could be given away. What will she think if she gives them away? These quilts are really expensive, each one has three pounds of cotton! The reason we have two extra quilts is because my daughter-in-law was worried that she and Xiao An would be cold, so she made two extra ones.

Is it okay to give this away as a gift?

She acted impulsively, but...

She blinked and looked at Song Feng, realizing she couldn't make the decision.

Song Feng: ...

He sighed, took out two quilts, and hoped that his daughter-in-law wouldn't scold him when he got back.

"Auntie, it's cold, how about this blanket..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Chunni snatched the quilt and stuffed it back into the mule cart. "Let's go, let's hurry up. It's such a long way. Your mother is being unreasonable, and you're being unreasonable too. Can this be given to me?" As soon as she touched it, she felt its softness and remembered this kindness in her heart. Third Sister-in-law is really good! But she couldn't be so unreasonable.

"Take your time on the road. I'll come to see you again in the spring." It was impossible for her to reach Zaoshu Village that day.

From beginning to end, she never asked a single question about the old house. Years ago, when she sought help, her father simply threw a basin of water at the door, chilling her heart as well. She, Song Chunni, had no family to rely on.

"Auntie, we're leaving now!"

"Chunni, come visit me when spring comes!"

"Ai!"

Song Chunni watched the mule cart disappear into the distance, tears welling in her eyes.

"Mother!" Wang Dayong looked at his mother worriedly from the doorway.

"Coming!"

On this day, everyone stayed indoors, and not a single person came out to watch the excitement.

Song Feng shivered in the cold wind and continued on his way home.

Because they hadn't left any food for them and left early, Fang Xiaoning had just woken up from her afternoon nap when they got home.

"You're back so early? Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I chatted for a while and then came back."

"You must be starving. I'll go cook some dumplings right away." They're all pre-made and frozen, so we can eat them anytime.

"I'll go. I had some snacks on the way, so I'm not too hungry." He was just cold, so cold that his heart felt chilly.

While cooking, Su, who was tending the fire, started nagging Fang Xiaoning. Fang Xiaoning's eyebrows twitched as she listened; Song Feng's aunt seemed to be in a rather miserable situation.