The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

After a few rounds of chasing, the fat pig was exhausted and panting heavily, unable to move anymore. Like a dead dog, it was carried to a wooden table by several strong men. After its legs were tied, several men held it down and with a "whoosh," a knife slit its throat.

Li hurriedly stepped forward and carried a wooden bucket to collect the pig's blood.

"Son, how about we raise two pigs next year, slaughter them at the end of the year, and eat them?"

Fang Tiezhu nodded, "We'll send two thighs to our eldest sister, and we'll eat the rest ourselves."

"Your sister really did a good job spoiling you! But your mother definitely won't let us eat it all, that woman is incredibly stingy. Half would be fine, right?"

Fang Tiezhu nodded, "Half is still a lot of meat."

"Then let's give Big Sister a thigh!"

Wow, it's halved in one go!

After draining more than half a bucket of pig's blood, the pig's legs stopped thrashing. Seeing the now-dead, fat pig, the women grabbed basins, and the men began to butcher the meat.

Except for the pig intestines, which were left for Song Feng's family, everything else was kept for the "pig slaughtering feast".

"Shunzi, take this to Fengzi's house." A pig intestine and a large bowl of pig's blood.

Song Shunzi ran away quickly.

"Isn't Song Feng here?"

"His wife and mother didn't come."

"Wow, you really care about his family. I've never seen you think about them before when you slaughter a pig?"

Li: ...

Let's just say she's a snob!

Seeing her mother-in-law's dark face, Shunzi's wife said, "Mom, I'll do this. There's still a lot of work to be done in the kitchen."

Li washed her hands and left. The man who spoke just sneered, what was he so arrogant about? Wasn't it just because Feng Zi had become successful and he wanted to curry favor? Who was he trying to impress with his haughtiness?

"Auntie, I'll have to trouble you to wash the pig intestines." She was really afraid to go near the well now, for fear of slipping and falling.

"How do you wash it? This stuff smells terrible and tastes awful. Before, every time we bought this, my sister-in-law and I would get scolded for wasting food and for not being able to do anything right."

"Bring a small basket of wood ash; I'll cook lunch." A glance at the pig's blood; lunch will be pig intestines, and dinner will be a spicy blood curd.

Fang Youcai patted his round belly, satisfied, and carried two large pork knuckles and twenty pounds of pork home with his son.

"How's the pork stew today? Not bad, right?"

Fang Tiezhu had become picky about food at the Song family's house. "It's not very good, not as good as my eldest sister's cooking."

Fang Youcai rubbed his back teeth. Damn, this kid is living a much better life than him. While he's wrestling with a spatula, he's tending a fire for warmth and getting good food and drink every day. To be honest, he misses his eldest daughter's cooking too.

"I wonder if your sister will send us some of the delicious food she made after she's done with her busy schedule."

"Should I ask?" He wanted to eat it too; he was so envious of Xiao An, even though she was his own sister.

"Sure, you can ask secretly when no one's around."

"Xiao Ning, after you've handled it, the large intestine really doesn't have any of the musty smell anymore."

"It was my aunt who washed it clean. Xiaolian, is it too spicy? Do you want your sister-in-law to get you a bowl of hot water to wash it before you eat it?"

Wang Xiaolian shook her head; she liked spicy food.

Those two families can really eat a lot; each one loves spicy food more than the other.

That evening, Fang Xiaoning took enough money to go to the city, and had Song Feng hide the rest under the woodpile in the old, dilapidated house.

When Song Feng returned, he was shivering from the cold. "You really can't go out at night; the wind blows right into your bones."

"I'm going into town tomorrow, I'll buy you a cloak."

"No way, those things are too expensive. Just wrap yourself in a quilt."

"puff……"

"Wife, how much silver do we have now?"

Money. Fang Xiaoning had always been in charge of it. He really didn't know the exact amount, he just knew that he had earned quite a bit this winter, at least more than he had in the summer.

"One hundred and fifty-eight taels and five mace."

Song Feng's eyes widened in disbelief. They actually had so much silver! "My God, so much!"

“Not only that, I also have about twenty taels for daily expenses. Tomorrow, I’ll bring fifty taels, so if Mother sees anything she likes, she won’t be short of money to buy it.”

Song Feng could hardly believe that his family was so rich!

"Honey, pinch me, I'm afraid I'm dreaming!"

Fang Xiaoning laughed again and spun him around the waist.

"Bah..."

"Does it hurt? If it doesn't, I'll pinch you again."

"It hurts, it hurts! Tell me, how are we going to spend all this money?"

"This is nothing. Be ambitious. Next year, save more, and we'll buy land, a farm, shops, and a house..."

[PS: Thanks to Brown Bear 1030, Nanfeng Xiaoyan Weiliang, the energetic Bai Zongzhu, user Xin Yu, Wu Ziyang who loves eight-fresh dumplings, Xie Chacha, the humorous Guan Gong, and other users for their generous donations, mwah~~~]