The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Auntie, this is what I'm preparing for the children for the New Year. It's not much, just a little of everything." Indeed, it wasn't much; only the dumplings and meatballs looked a bit plentiful.

"Not too much is not good either. These are such precious things. What kind of state do you think it is with all these bundles of them?"

"What does it look like? Anyway, no one else saw it. Aunt, take the two quilts you're sleeping on back with you. I'm afraid the child will get too warm and his body won't be able to handle it." As she spoke, she handed the bundle to Song Feng and told him to put it on the mule cart.

“Xiao Ning…”

"It's not for you, I'm just borrowing it to cover your mouth. You can return it to me after the New Year when you come to help me."

"Xiao Ning!"

"Aunt, please don't refuse. The child can't catch a cold, especially Xiaolian. You know she's weak. Just pay me back when you're done. It's a loan."

Thinking of her daughter, who had finally gained a little weight recently, Song Xiaogu felt a pang of bitterness. She really had come here just to freeload. How could she possibly come again if she asked her daughter to?

"Thank you, Auntie."

Fang Xiaoning smiled. People were good to her, and she was good to them in return; it was a give-and-take relationship. When people get along, you really can't be too calculating about gains and losses, especially with family. Of course, that excludes the two families who only want to receive and not give.

When they arrived, there were only the mother and her two children in the mule cart. When they left, the cart was full, and they had nearly two hundred coins on them for self-defense.

"Little sister, don't flaunt your wealth. There's no one in charge of the household, so be careful in everything you do, and watch what you eat and drink." There are always people with ulterior motives, and she was worried about her safety.

"Yes, I know. It's cold outside. You should go inside."

Watching the mule cart disappear into the distance, Madam Su felt a pang of sadness. "Actually, it's quite nice for my sister-in-law to stay here. My father-in-law is such a heartless man."

“Mom, even if Grandpa doesn’t come, Aunt will have to go back in a couple of days. After all, that’s her home, and she has to go home for the New Year.”

"Where can't she and her two children live?"

Fine, if you can't bear to part with it, then whatever you say is right.

Following Song Chunni's directions, Song Feng took a small path. "This is the path where people gather firewood in the village. Nobody walks on it in winter. There's an abandoned house ahead where no one lives. We'll put our things there, and Dayong and I will come back to move them tonight." Now that it's almost the end of the year, the village is definitely bustling with people.

Song Feng admired his aunt's caution.

"How about I stay for one night? With so much stuff, you'll have to make several trips back and forth."

"No need. If you don't get home tonight, your sister-in-law and Xiao Ning will be worried sick. It's not far from here to my house. I can just carry it twice."

As she spoke, Song Chunni got off the mule cart and began moving the things. She had just checked and there was indeed no one nearby. Song Feng and Wang Dayong helped her, and in the end, the group covered the things completely with straw.

"You should go back now. I'm going home too. It's safe here. This dilapidated house has been abandoned for over ten years, and nobody ever comes here."

Looking at the house with half a wall missing and drafts coming from all sides, Song Feng realized that even a beggar wouldn't choose to settle down here.

"Auntie, I'm going back. Be careful of people when you move things tonight."

"I know, be careful on the road."

"Chunni, are you going out?" someone asked curiously, looking at Song Chunni with her two children.

Song Chunni and her family were still wearing their old tattered clothes on the outside, with the newly made ones wrapped inside. They looked distressed. "We wanted to go to the back mountain to see if there was anything to eat, but after walking for a long time, we found nothing but snow."

The woman sighed. There was no way there could be any food on the mountain now; even the wild grass was buried under the snow. The whole village knew about the Wang family's plight. But what could they do? No one was well-off; she was simply unlucky.

"Look how cold the child is, his little face is all blue, let's go home quickly."

Song Chunni nodded and hurried home with her two children. Along the way, very few people greeted them…

………………

After dinner, I noticed that it was still dark.

"Brother Feng, could you deliver these New Year's gifts to a few families?"

They had previously said that each family that helped them with their work would receive some New Year's gifts. Except for Aunt Song, who took some with her, the gifts for the other families had not yet been delivered.

"Okay, what's in the basket?"

"A piece of meat, a pound of fried dough twists, a pound of meatballs, and 50 dumplings." There were only two or three pounds of donkey rolls left at home, which Song Xiaogu took with her, and they didn't make any more.

“The village chief’s family has two portions, one for his aunt and one for Shunzi.”

"understood."

Every household was surprised to receive the New Year's gifts from the Song family. They were already grateful to have work to do in the winter. What other family would give New Year's gifts to casual laborers, and so many good things at that? The Song family was really too kind!

The village chief smoked his cigarette, looking at the two baskets. "Keep the meat in this basket. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Shunzi's wife will take half of it when she goes back to her parents' home. And for the mother of the child, we'll take the other half when we go home to see our parents-in-law."

Shunzi's wife looked up in surprise. Such a big piece of meat, and her father-in-law actually wanted her to take half of it back to her parents' home. Was he trying to make her look good?

"Thank you dad!"

The village chief's wife was also very satisfied; she also wanted to be filial to her parents.