The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"So much wasteland, you want it all?"

The village chief was genuinely alarmed. Why was he planning to build another workshop? Why was the third son's son so restless and prone to causing trouble? He was truly afraid that he would squander all the money he had painstakingly saved.

"I want them all, Uncle. Do you sell them in the village?"

"Sell? Of course we'll sell. That land was never going to sell anyway. But are you sure you want it all? Once you buy it, you can't go back on your word." It's not that they don't want to sell, it's just that nobody wants to buy it. It's the most remote, barren, and worst land in the village.

"determine."

Okay, if the kid wants it, he'll take care of it perfectly. Kids are all good kids, they definitely won't cause trouble.

“Village chief, I’d like to start construction on my workshop the day after tomorrow. Please come over for dinner tonight with Uncle Song, and we can discuss how to build the workshop.”

"So urgent?"

Song Feng nodded. He was in a hurry; the sooner it was finished, the sooner he could earn money. If it weren't for his children being so idle at home, he would have built the workshop first, and then the small academy.

"Okay, Foreman Song, I'll go and talk to him. You're so busy, go and do your own thing."

Song Feng: ...He's not busy. Most of his work these days involves just talking. He's taking the children to dig for wild vegetables this afternoon.

But what could he say? He couldn't say anything. He had to accept the village chief's kindness.

“Uncle, if both sides start work at the same time, you and Uncle Song will have to work hard. You can tell Uncle Song that I will pay him double wages, and you will too.”

The village chief waved his hand, "I don't need it. You can give it to Foreman Song. He'll be more dedicated then."

This kid's hand stitches are very loose, just like his wife's.

Well, last time they were fighting tooth and nail over the job openings, and now that we know, I wonder how many more people will be vying for it.

"Uncle, I need to trouble you with something else. After the workshop is built, we need to hire twenty workers to do the work that Auntie and the others are doing now. They'll cleanse and enema the intestines."

"You need so many people?" How big must Fengzi's business be?

"Well, I don't know the people in the village very well. I'm looking for a quick, clean, and honest auntie or young woman. You can tell me which one would be suitable."

"to make."

"It needs to be made clear that this job requires us to work even during the busy farming season. We are not allowed to be absent without cause, and we cannot leak the formula. We need to sign a document with you, and you will have to pay compensation if you leak it."

The village chief nodded, agreeing that it made sense; whoever makes money from a business would let people go around talking about it.

"I understand. It will take some time to build the house. I'll think about it."

"Thank you for your hard work, uncle."

In the afternoon, after the village chief finished his meal, he got up and went to find Foreman Song.

Song Feng, after taking a nap for most of the afternoon, took the children to the back mountain.

My wife told him to pick a few mushrooms he didn't recognize and bring them home for her to identify. She also told him to do it secretly so his mother and sister-in-law wouldn't find out. She told him to put them in their room. I don't know what she's up to; she's being so secretive.

In the evening, the village chief and foreman would come to the house, and Xia Ning would personally cook.

The braised pork hock was stewed in an earthenware pot for over an hour until it was tender and juicy.

Braised chicken.

Stir-fried Malantou (a type of wild vegetable).

Wild onion stir-fried with eggs.

Spicy stir-fried pork lung.

Dumplings with shepherd's purse and pork filling.

Add a pot of wine.

When Foreman Song saw the dishes, he thought, "Good heavens! Every time I come to the Song family for a meal, I leave my wife feeling cold for days afterward. We all get married, but what about his wife's cooking skills? She's been cooking for over ten years, and all she does is boil or stew, it's completely tasteless."

He works tirelessly every day, braving wind and rain, and can't even afford a decent meal. It's heartbreaking to think about; he has no motivation to work and can't understand what he's living for.

It's so bitter!

"Oh, it has to be Fengzi's wife. Look at this dish, it's so well made." His mouth was watering, and he rubbed his rough hands together, chuckling impatiently.

"Uncle, please sit down! Let's eat first, and then we can talk."

This kid is so polite and knows how to behave!

The village chief and the foreman sat down one after the other and began to eat the food in front of them.

After a hearty meal, Song Feng took out the diagrams drawn by Fang Xiaoning and began to explain them in detail. He showed where to build warehouses, where to wash small intestines, where to make sausages, where to smoke meat, and where to dry it. All the houses, like their current courtyard, would have connecting corridors. These corridors were incredibly useful; on snowy or rainy days, they were truly lifesavers.

Everyone who came to their house raved about the wave. The aunties who helped out at home were so excited that they said they would definitely build one themselves when they had the money.

"The workshop is built so well? It's so big, it must have cost a lot of money."

[PS: Guys, please recommend some books for me to read when I'm out of reading material!!! Thanks!!! And please give me some data!!!]