The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Fang Youcai was just there to deliver some gossip; he came and went in a hurry.

"Why didn't you stay a little longer, in-laws? Why are you leaving so soon?"

“He just came to talk to me about something, and then he left. There are still some snacks to make at home, and he has to go help out.”

Mrs. Su nodded. That's true. Thanks to their daughter-in-law, both families had endless work and plenty of money. They were happily busy!

Fang Youcai, with the loose silver coins his daughter had given him tucked in his pocket, sang a little tune all the way, in a very good mood.

So many people in the village wanted to help Song Feng build a house that the village chief's main room was packed with people, almost to the point of bursting. Almost all the able-bodied men came. After the New Year, they had nothing to do at home and couldn't find work outside. Now that there was work right at their doorstep for twenty-five coins a day, who wouldn't want to do it?

Looking at the sea of ​​heads, the village chief felt dizzy. "Once everyone has registered, go home first. I'll talk to Fengzi and Foreman Song about it. There's no point in standing around now; it's not like we're starting work tomorrow."

The villagers were still unwilling to leave, and many stood in the courtyard until dark. Seeing that there was no further news, they gradually left.

"so many people?"

The village chief's wife, who had just finished work, was startled to see her family.

"They've all come to sign up; they want to build a house for Fengzi."

Okay, she understood. It's so hard to find work these days; even manual labor in the city only involves working one day and resting for several.

"It's just a small courtyard, why do we need so many people?"

"That's how it is. I need to discuss this with them tomorrow and figure out how to handle it."

Li said, "We absolutely cannot hire those who are cunning and deceitful. Even one person from each family is too much trouble. This is such a mess."

“In the past, they were worried about not getting paid for the work done by Fengzi’s family, but now… sigh, this is a mess. I’ll ask Foreman Song about it tomorrow.”

It can only be this way.

Finally, the men discussed it and decided to draw lots. Each family would send one person to draw lots, and whoever drew a lot would do the work—this was the fairest method. Fang Xiaoning also thought the village chief's method was the best; it didn't favor anyone or discriminate against anyone, leaving everything to fate.

The few dozen people who drew lots started working after the snow melted.

"father?"

The sun must have risen in the west! It's been over a decade since the family separated, and the old man actually came to his house? Well, as the saying goes, no one visits a temple without a reason; the old man definitely doesn't have good intentions, he'd better be careful.

"Boss! Are you busy?"

"It's nothing much, Dad, sit in the main room. Mom, bring Dad a bowl of brown sugar water."

"Ai!"

Grandpa Fang looked around his eldest son's house. Hmm, it was as dilapidated as ever. The main room was so crumbling that it was unsightly. Apart from a broken table and a few broken stools, there was nothing else.

“Boss, Xiao Ning is making so much money now, haven’t we thought about helping her family out? Look at your room, your furniture.”

"Didn't you say that a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl? She's a member of the Song family now, and she's part of the Song family no matter what. I'm not envious. Besides, I don't lack food or drink, so why should I need my daughter to support me?"

Old Fang choked, "Can't this brat just go along with me this once?"

"Your house?"

"Didn't Dad give this to me back then? What, you don't even like it yourself?"

Okay, he won't say anything more, alright?

"What brings you here today?" Let alone missing him, everyone knows who he is. He might have the nerve to say that, but I wouldn't dare believe him!

"I came to see you. What are your plans after the New Year?"

"What plans could I possibly have? I'd be content with food, drink, and a wife to hold me. I don't ask for anything else."

Zhao, who brought in brown sugar water: ...Can't you keep your mouth shut?

He handed her the water, then immediately left the main room, his face as red as a monkey's bottom. Fang Youcai couldn't help but laugh; his child was already married, how could he still be so thin-skinned?

"Speak, what do you want from me?" Fang Youcai leaned back in the bamboo chair like an old man, legs crossed, looking like a slovenly scoundrel.

The old man couldn't stand his behavior any longer. "How could Zhao have ever fallen for you in the first place?"

Fang Youcai grinned slyly, "You don't understand, do you? Women love bad boys. My wife likes me just the way I am. If I were serious, she might want to divorce me."

I don't believe you for a second. You're just talking nonsense. The Zhao family was definitely fooled by his facade.