The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Aunt Zhao is fine, but let's see who else is suitable, preferably from both families. Actually, Brother Feng, have you thought about buying someone?"

"Buy people?"

"Yes, we have our own people to manage the workshop, the accounts, and our own living arrangements. We feel at ease using their services, and it's convenient for us too."

She'd wanted to free her hands for a long time, but she could never seem to save any money. Even though she still didn't have any money, wasn't it all tied up in goods? With their current income, buying people was no problem at all.

With someone around, housework is easier to do, how comfortable!

"How many do you want to buy?" If my wife wants to buy them, then buy them. It's family; it's the most reassuring thing to use them.

"Go and find out how much it costs. Those who know how to manage accounts will probably charge more."

"Okay, I'll ask."

"Also, all the houses being built this time will have firewalls. In winter, the process of getting their intestines cleaned is already quite painful, so a warm house will make them more comfortable. Also, the places where Xiao An and the others study will be the same as the places where the teacher lives."

“I know, I’ve already talked to the foreman. I heard from Foreman Song that my father-in-law also went to see him. Once our house is finished, they also want to build a new house.”

“My mother told me a few days ago that she also plans to build a brick and tile house, a firewall, and a connecting corridor, but she hasn’t decided how many rooms to build.”

If you ask me, if you're going to build something, build it big. My problem is that our house is too small.

"We're still small, there aren't many of us here."

“When things get better in the future, it won’t be enough. Mother will need a nanny to serve her, Xiao’an will need a page, I will need a maid, and you will need a servant. There will also be cooks, cleaners, and gatekeepers.” Fang Xiaoning counted on her fingers, and no matter how she calculated, it wouldn’t be enough. “Forget it, if it’s not enough, we can build more, preferably a large mansion with two or three courtyards.”

Song An: ...

His wife is a bit ambitious; he seems to be struggling to keep up with her pace. No, no, once the school is built, he'll go study there immediately. He'll learn to read and write, strive to improve himself, work hard to earn money, and support the family!

Construction began. Truckloads of bricks were hauled to the construction sites on both sides, and most of the villagers came to build houses. Even the idle village women went to watch the excitement. Seeing so many bricks and sand being transported to the construction site, one could more directly feel how different Song San's family was from what it used to be.

People tend to be envious and jealous of those similar to themselves, but they feel awe and fear towards those who are far superior. In their eyes, the Song family is now someone they can never reach.

Seeing Song Feng busy at the construction site, and then seeing Fang Xiaoning who had come out to inspect the site, he subconsciously smiled at her, trying to please her.

"Honey, you're out here too?"

"Father, Mother, what brings you here? Aren't you busy at home?"

Fang Youcai complained, "I'm so busy, incredibly busy! My mother insisted on coming to see me, saying she wanted to help. I don't know how we can help with so many people already!" He had originally wanted to take a break and sleep for a while, but this woman dragged him over and made him help move bricks.

With so many people, what does he need to move?

He's so impulsive, he's driving me crazy!

Zhao smiled and pinched his soft waist hard.

Can't you speak? Didn't you see your son-in-law is here too? Oh well, this trip was a waste.

"Ouch! Let go! Let go! It hurts so much!"

Song Feng lowered his head, his shoulders trembling violently. Fang Xiaoning looked at her mother with admiration, "Wow, my goodness, you've turned the tables and become the master of your own destiny!"

"Don't listen to his nonsense. I've finished all the chores at home, so I'm not busy right now."

"Can't I take a break if I'm not busy? I'm sleepy!"

Zhao gave him a sharp look, and he obediently shut his mouth.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Fang Youcai asked listlessly.

"Aren't they moving bricks over there?"

Fine, he'll go lay bricks. The more arrogant he used to be, the more frustrated he is now. That bitch controls the money; if he acts tough, she won't give him pocket money; if he gets angry, she threatens to kill herself.

Fang Youcai went to work with Song Feng, leaving the mother and daughter to whisper to each other. Everyone else looked at Zhao Shi with envy; her daughter was married, yet she was still so close to her. And this daughter was incredibly capable.

How have you been feeling lately?

"It's great, Mother. How's business these days?"

"Not as good as before, but still acceptable." She was very content. Her children were sensible, and her husband had changed a lot. Every day she woke up to find work to do and money coming in.

"Mom, I've thought of something that will definitely sell well."

"No, no, no, our home is good enough. Don't give me everything, or people will complain."

"Mom, I want you to earn more money recently so we can start building a house soon, a big one, a nice one. When it gets hot, I'll give you two summer snacks."

To be honest, I regret it now. The house I built was too small. I'm thinking about rebuilding it sometime.

"Your house was just built, it's such a nice house, and you're already complaining?"