The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"I'm just sitting at home doing nothing anyway. Why don't you call me 'Auntie' and come work for a few days? Hurry up and take the money back!"

“Auntie, if you do this, I won’t dare to ask you to do any more work in the future. You know there are few people in my family.”

Li: ...

"When I ask others for their wages, I also pay them and provide a meal. I really didn't give you any extra. Hurry up and take it."

"This……"

“Auntie, that’s enough, Auntie. This isn’t something that can be done in a day or two. You should take what you’re owed.”

"That's right, Sister-in-law Village Chief, please accept it. Otherwise, your family won't feel at ease."

“Auntie is right. Helping is helping, and wages are wages. Even if it's Auntie, she's not helping for nothing. She'll still get paid. Auntie, let's keep things separate, really.”

Song Chunni, who chimed in: ...

No, it has nothing to do with her. She just thinks it's better for the village chief's family to be more clear about things. She really came to help out, so how could she ask for wages? Her family is here, eating and lodging for free three times a day. If she asks for wages on top of that, what would she be?

She and her children have gained some weight since they stayed there for nearly a month; the children's faces have become rounder.

Unable to refuse, Li accepted the silver and copper coins, but she thought to herself that she would definitely be scolded by her husband when she got back.

"Uncle, my mother asked me to tell you that we're slaughtering a pig tomorrow. Please come early for the pig-killing feast."

"You're slaughtering a pig? Great! I'll definitely be there early tomorrow!"

He had been forced to swing a spatula every day all winter, and finally he could relax for a few days!

"Damn it, the village chief is slaughtering a pig tomorrow, shouldn't we buy some meat for the New Year? You still owe me two pork knuckles and a roast chicken, remember?"

Zhao looked at him with disdain, "How dare you ask for pork knuckle? What night after you finished work, did you sneak a bite under the covers?"

The demand for goods kept increasing, and wanting to earn money, she had no choice but to work Fang Youcai to the bone. That bastard, however, took advantage of the situation, demanding twenty copper coins a day, threatening to strike otherwise. Left with no choice, she had to agree. As a result, she had Shunzi bring him things every day. The house was like it had been infested with rats; every night, rats would sit on the kang (heated brick bed) making a rat-like noise.

Were you a reincarnated starving ghost in your past life?

"I bought it with my own savings."

Zhao was speechless after being rebuked, feeling a tightness in her chest that made her want to lash out. That bastard, he eats every day, every single day, and she and her son don't give him a single thing, yet he tells her she has money and can buy whatever she wants to eat, and not to come here to freeload off him.

They even called her a miser, a big fool, who had money but didn't spend it, and that she wouldn't be able to eat whatever she wanted when she was in her coffin, and it would be too late for her to regret it.

"How about ten pounds?" In previous years, we couldn't even afford two pounds, so ten pounds should be enough, right?

"No, shouldn't we give to Father and the In-laws? If we divide it up, what will we have left?"

Zhao rolled her eyes inelegantly, deciding not to argue. After all, he had been working incredibly hard lately. "So, how many do you want to buy?"

"Buy twenty catties, and two pork knuckles too. It's a deal, the pork knuckles are mine, you and the kids don't get any, so don't even think about it."

Zhao clenched her fist, desperately trying to convince herself that arguing was unwise during the New Year, and she shouldn't bother arguing with someone so naive. She had money; she could always wait until he finished eating, then buy two more for herself and her son, and eat them in front of him, making him drool!

"I won't go tomorrow. You can go by yourself. Take the meat back, and I'll settle the money with the village chief."

Fang Youcai jumped up and down, "What do you mean? You don't trust me, do you? Who's in charge of this family now, Zhao Guilan? Do you even want to live a peaceful life anymore?"

In response to him was the back of Zhao's head.

Fang Youcai, catching his breath, pulled her along, saying, "Honey, you know the price of pork, don't you? If you don't give me money, what will people think of me? I'm a man, don't I have any pride?"

Zhao ignored him and continued working in the kitchen.

Fang Youcai rubbed her again, "Wife! We may lose face at home, but we still need to save face in public, right? Hmm?"

"Here's the silver. Come back and settle the accounts with me. If you spend an extra penny, don't ever ask me for money again."

"Alright! I knew you were beautiful and kind-hearted, my dear wife, you're the best!"

Enraged by her teasing, Zhao shouted, "Get out!"

"Mother, mother!"

"Tiezhu's back? Is everything settled at your sister's house?"

"I'm done with my work, Mom. My sister told me she's going to the county town to buy New Year's goods the day after tomorrow. She asked if you want to come along. Let's all go together!"

"Go, go, go!" Fang Youcai said happily. It's great to be with his daughter; he can eat and drink well, and maybe he can even confide in her and ask for some pocket money.

The county town must have lots of delicious food! He had only been there once, and it was a quick trip with no time to linger, mainly because his pockets were empty and he didn't dare stay.

"Did anyone go and tell them? Can a mule cart fit everyone?"