The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

However, since this person confiscated two quilts today and still refuses to abandon his mentally challenged daughter, he can't be a bad person.

Su started talking about Song Chunni's little girl again. As Fang Xiaoning listened, she felt something was wrong. Her little cousin didn't seem to be mentally ill, but rather had either obsessive-compulsive disorder or autism.

She'll observe him more closely when they meet another day.

"Mother, does Aunt miss Grandpa? Has she asked about the old house?"

"No, your grandfather was so ruthless back then, and he did the same to the eldest and second eldest sons, showing no mercy whatsoever. They must have been heartbroken long ago. Look at the kind of life she's living; she's never come back even once."

"Oh." Fang Xiaoning stopped talking and focused on cooking the dumplings. When they were almost done, she added two eggs to each of them. "Mom, we should make more dumplings, buns, and glutinous rice balls when we have time, so it'll be convenient when we want to eat them."

"That's right, let's make more pastries tomorrow and wrap them the day after."

As the year draws to a close, the supply of goods is increasing again, especially pastries. Everyone is starting to prepare for the New Year, with wealthy families buying particularly large quantities. When Song Shunzi returned and told Fang Xiaoning about the additional quantities needed, Fang Xiaoning was stunned.

"Xiao Ning, is it ready at your mother's place?"

Good heavens, he's 100 pounds a day! Won't his in-laws be exhausted?

“It’s possible. We still have my maternal grandparents’ family. Mom, our family is having a tough time.”

"Why can't we do it? We can. The three of us can each do one thing."

Fang Xiaoning: ...

She and Song Feng are a good match, but as for her mother-in-law, that's uncertain.

"Mom, Brother Feng, we might need to hire someone to help us for a while. Making just a hundred or so pounds of donkey rolls a day isn't easy. I estimate the quantity will need to increase before the New Year. The problem now is, who can we ask for help, and who is reliable?"

Song Feng immediately thought of Aunt Li, "Aunt Li."

Su thought of Song Chunni, "Chunni."

Fang Xiaoning: ...

"Mother, call her aunt. What if she leaks the recipe? The old house is forcing us..."

Madam Su fell silent. She couldn't make any guarantees; she simply wanted to help her sister-in-law out of her misery.

"Xiao Ning, what do you think?"

Fang Xiaoning thought about her family's situation. In fact, with the current workload, her family already had almost no rest time. Now that the workload had doubled, they might have to increase it again before the New Year. "How about we call both of them?"

"Everyone's telling us we need that many people?"

"We should definitely make some. If we can manage, we can make some more sausages. Didn't the shopkeeper say he wanted to sell the few we gave him last time? We can't just watch ourselves make money and not earn it. What do you guys think?"

"That makes sense. Where will Chunni stay when she comes? How will we calculate her wages?"

“We have plenty of rooms, so we can give her two. She can stay for a month at most. How about thirty coins a day for her wages? This job isn’t easy.”

"Okay, Fengzi, you'll have to go pick up your aunt."

Song Feng shivered at the thought of the biting wind along the way. "Okay, I'll go tomorrow. But Mother, what if my aunt refuses to come?"

"Just tell her that Xiao Ning is pregnant, has too much work to do at home, and her supplier is in a hurry to deliver goods, so ask her to come and help out for a while."

Fang Xiaoning looked at Su Shi and thought, "Good heavens, my mother-in-law has learned to deceive people now."

"Hey, I need to go to the village chief's house now, and I also need to tell my mother that we need to work overtime to catch up on the orders."

"Go on, go on, Xiao Ning and I need to hurry up and finish too."

Upon hearing this, Song Feng immediately rushed to the village chief's house to get his aunt over to work for him.

Zhao was initially happy, but then realized that there wasn't enough stock. "Husband, Tiezhu, light the fire. Go to my parents' house and tell them to make an extra twenty jin every day, quickly."

"What? You want me to walk there?"

"Are you going to fly there? Hurry up, stop dawdling, go now!" Zhao Shi has a short temper; she feels restless if she doesn't have work to do.

"I'll ask my son-in-law to give me a ride." Fang Youcai didn't want to walk; he wanted to take a car to avoid the hardship.

"Just go when I tell you to. Are you blind? Can't you see how anxious Fengzi is? His family must have increased their workload, there's even more work to do. Don't give me any more nonsense, just hurry up."

Fang Youcai left dejectedly, taking his time.

Zhao was exhausted. "Once this busy period is over, I'll buy you a pork knuckle, just for you, okay?"

In the blink of an eye, Fang Youcai's figure disappeared through the doorway.

Looking at his eldest son tending the fire, he said, "Tiezhu, don't follow your father's example. Don't be so short-sighted, understand?"

"Mom, don't worry, I understand. From now on, when my wife asks me to do chores, I absolutely won't do it without at least two pork knuckles!"

Zhao:......

[PS: Honeys, could you recommend some books for me to read? Please, please~~~]