The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

She really didn't know that. Her daughter-in-law handled all the money every day, buying and selling goods. Not only did she not know how much money the family had, she didn't even know how much profit each item could generate.

"Mother, we have about 140 taels of silver in our hands now."

"So many?" Su's drowsiness vanished, her mind and heart burning with excitement.

She dared to say that absolutely no family in the village could come up with that much money at once, not even the Wang family.

"Hmm, Mother, how do you plan to spend this money?"

Su was dumbfounded. All she could think of was buying a chicken, getting two pounds of meat, and maybe making a new dress. What else could she do to spend the money?

"Mom, how about we buy my brother's shop after the New Year? Then we won't need to set up a stall when we go to the city; we can work directly in our own shop."

Mrs. Su had never considered buying a shop; in fact, she had never imagined she could own one. The surprise came too suddenly, and her family had become wealthy overnight, leaving her somewhat bewildered.

"Buy a shop? Are shops in town expensive? Do we have enough money?"

"Logically, it should be enough. If it's not enough, it's okay. We can continue to earn money after the Mid-Autumn Festival. After all, this town is not the county seat, so it shouldn't be that expensive. We're not buying a fancy restaurant."

"If you have enough money, then buy it. At least you'll have a place to shelter from the rain. You and Fengzi can decide what to do."

In the summer, Xiao Ning and Feng Zi often came home soaking wet after it rained several times. Every time I think of her, I feel very sorry for her.

"Okay, Fengzi will go take a look after the New Year. If there's anything suitable, we can go together."

"Okay, okay!" Su was not sleepy at all now, but felt relaxed and in a great mood.

"Mother, I'm thinking of sending Xiao An to school after the New Year. What do you think?"

"Won't Xiao An be bullied if she goes out to study? Besides, that child has always been afraid to go out. Maybe we should just forget about it."

Fang Xiaoning: ...

She wanted to persist a little longer. "How about we ask Xiao An what he thinks after the New Year? I'm planning to have Tie Zhu and Gou Dan go too. If Dayong comes after the New Year, he can go too. All four children together. We can't let Xiao An be bullied. Mom, Xiao An isn't a child anymore. He still needs to go out and see the world. He'll get married and be the head of the household in the future."

Song Feng also advised, "Mother, Xiao An can't stay at home forever."

Madam Su remained silent. She couldn't support her youngest son for life, nor could she let Fengzi and Xiaoning support him forever. After all, when he married and had children, the whole family couldn't just keep sucking the blood of the eldest son's family. The head of the household had been drained of his father's wealth his entire life; she couldn't let her eldest son follow in his footsteps.

"Okay, I'll ask Xiao An what he thinks after the New Year. If he agrees, I'll send him over."

Midnight watch.

Song Feng went to the kitchen to take over the stove.

"Mom, you should go lie down for a while. Who knows how many people will come to the house tomorrow."

"Okay, you take a nap too." Madam Su covered her mouth, yawned, and went back to her room to sleep.

Fang Xiaoning was the same; she was pregnant and naturally prone to sleepiness, and was already incredibly tired. After she fell asleep, Song Feng finished cooking, went back to his room, and lay down fully clothed.

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The old residence of the Song family.

Old Master Song was in a bad mood because he neither waited for Song Feng nor saw his eldest son bring anything back.

That wolf cub is ruthless; he's nothing compared to his useless father.

“Dad, you don’t know, Song Feng stopped me at the gate and wouldn’t even let me into the yard. He said that the 30th should be a family celebration and he didn’t want to bother us.”

The old man's expression darkened further.

Old Song pretended not to see and pressed on, "You don't know, their house has red lanterns hanging at the door, and I saw quite a few hanging in the yard too. It's decorated so festively. Also, I could smell the aroma of stewed meat coming from their kitchen right at the door, but they didn't even offer to let me bring some for you to try."

Old Song has always had a very sensitive nose. He can smell when someone is stewing meat, even if it's several yards away. When he was a child, his father would often joke that he had a dog's nose.

He was certain that what he smelled was the aroma of stewed chicken, mixed with the scent of pork.

"Alright, if you're not coming, then don't come. Let's eat."

Their family had always lived comfortably, and Old Man Song was quite generous with food. He was always very open-minded; what good was it to not eat or drink and leave it all to his descendants? At the very least, he himself needed to eat and drink well.

Stir-fried chicken, braised pork belly with sauerkraut, stir-fried radish with pork, dumplings, sticky rice cakes, and braised dried green beans.

There were a total of six dishes, divided into two tables. One table for the men, and another for the women and children. It was obvious to the naked eye that the main table had much more food than the children's table.

Grandpa Song looked at the dishes and said, "Thank you for your hard work, eldest son and second son's family. Everyone, please eat."

Only after he picked up his chopsticks did the others begin to eat.

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