The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

There is still more than a month until the autumn harvest, which is also the hottest time of the year and a time when farmers can enjoy a leisurely life.

"Brother Feng, are we going to the fields again today?"

"What's wrong? It's fine if you don't want to go."

"Shall we go to the mountains? We're running low on firewood, and I'd like to go take a look around." She recognized some plants that could be used in cooking, and she wanted to see if she could add a new dish to the menu. People were getting tired of eating cold noodles every day.

Recently, many regular customers have stopped coming every day and only come every few days. Song Feng has no business experience and is slow to react; he always thinks that selling out is good enough.

"Okay, I'll lie down for a bit, and go when the sun isn't so strong."

“We’ve been using the village chief’s cart for over 20 days now. Tonight, go and deliver the rent to him, and while you’re at it, ask if we can rent it for another month.” Several times, I’ve run into the village chief’s wife, and they all look at each other with disdain.

“Okay, but is it just for one month? Are we only going to set up shop for one month?” He was reluctant to part with it, and besides, it wasn’t cold yet, was it?

“His family will definitely need it after the autumn harvest, so let’s find a carpenter to make one.”

The cart requires a high level of carpentry skill, which Song Feng, a mediocre craftsman, certainly couldn't have made.

"Okay, we can make one for our family to use during the autumn harvest." A cart costs about 400 coins, which they can afford now. Having their own means it's convenient no matter how they use it.

After dinner, the two lay on the bed. Fang Xiaoning closed her eyes and asked, "How much money do you owe the village chief? Does our family owe anyone else money?"

Song Feng had been planning to bring this up; he now had some savings and needed to pay back what he owed. But how did his wife find out about it? Neither he nor his mother had mentioned it.

"How do you know it?"

"Everyone in the village knows that every time you borrow money, your aunt goes out and complains."

Song Feng: ...

Actually, you can't blame your aunt. Her own family was struggling to make ends meet, with a heavy burden on them. She kept borrowing money from others, and over the years, the debt kept piling up, and she never seemed to pay it back.

The village chief's wife isn't a bad person, but if she really refuses to lend money, Uncle won't get any either. Her only bad point is that she's a gossip.

"How much did you borrow exactly?"

"One tael and seven mace!"

Goodness, she's really not young. No wonder she always has a long face whenever she sees her since she married into the Song family. I heard they're planning to find a wife for their eldest son after the New Year; they must be desperately short of money.

"Return it to him tonight, and bring him a few bowls of cold noodles to try. Oh, and send a few bowls to my parents' house too." So that her greedy father won't go around saying that she's been selling for so long but hasn't been willing to give him even a single bowl.

"Shall we bring some braised pork over tonight?" He felt quite guilty towards his mother-in-law; he was well-fed and clothed, but when he married her, he hadn't given her anything. Apart from his father-in-law being a bit of a shrew, everyone else in his family was quite nice.

"Fine, I'll take it over myself." She had to keep an eye on her mother and two younger brothers as they ate; otherwise, all the food would be wasted on her cheap father.

Do you still owe anyone money?

“It’s gone. Even if I wanted to borrow some, no one would pay me back. But in the past few years, a few aunties in the village have given me a few pounds of grain when we were struggling to make ends meet.”

"I'll make more noodles another day, and we'll send some cold noodles to the families we've been kind to, so they can try them."

"Ai!"

Song Feng hugged her tightly: "Wife, you're so good!"

Fang Xiaoning struggled free, "Don't hug me, it's so hot."

Song Feng: ...My enthusiasm was dampened.

“Once we pay back the money, let’s put in some more effort and see if we can rebuild the house after the autumn harvest.” As he spoke, he opened his eyes and looked at the sunlight overhead. “Hey, can you please fix the roof? You don’t know, I worry about rain every time I look up.”

Song Feng chuckled, "Yes, it won't freeze in winter. I deliberately opened it."

"Is this person seriously ill?" "Why are you opening it? If you like the light, why don't you make the window opening bigger?"

“Xiao Anzi likes to look at the stars, so I would lift the roof off for him to see in the summer. I had forgotten about it until you mentioned it, so I’ll fix it tomorrow.”

Okay, the kid likes watching it, what else can I say?

"Let's fix it up. I'm getting anxious looking at it. What if there's a sudden downpour? How am I going to sleep tonight?"

"to make."

Fang Xiaoning closed her eyes and stopped talking. She would sleep for a while, but when she woke up, there would be a lot of work to do, including going up the mountain.

There were quite a few people on the mountain chopping wood and foraging for wild vegetables. The villagers who used to ignore them now greeted them warmly. People are very pragmatic; money and power represent a person's social status.

While chopping wood, he observed his surroundings, making three trips back and forth. Apart from digging up a few mint plants, he didn't recognize anything else.

Why bring this home?

"Plant it in the yard to repel mosquitoes, and you can also make tea from its leaves."

"This stuff can repel mosquitoes? There used to be so many on the mountain. I'll pick a few more to plant sometime; there are too many mosquitoes in the yard."

"Yes, there are many along the river. In summer, you can soak the leaves in water to make a refreshing drink that helps cool you down."

"Xiao Ning knows so much!"

Fang Xiaoning just chuckled awkwardly, what could she say, and she couldn't say anything at all.

"Mom, is the cold skin noodle soup ready?"

"Not yet, there are still a few dozen left."

"Why don't you steam the cold noodles, and I'll cook the meal? Xiao An can help us tend the fire." She wanted to cook early so she could deliver the food to her mother before she had eaten dinner.

"Okay." Her daughter-in-law cooks better than her. There will be meat for dinner. She hasn't touched meat in years, so her cooking is naturally the best.

Song An knew there would be meat for dinner. His sister-in-law said she was going to make braised meat and that she had specially bought some soy sauce. When she heard that he was to start the fire, he went to the kitchen on his own.

"Mom, this jar contains brown sugar. Make yourself a cup every day to nourish your body. Xiao An should drink some too, just remember to rinse your mouth afterward."

“We’re eating so well now, why would we need to supplement our bodies? You can take it inside and drink it yourself.”

"Then let's drink together."

It's not a big deal. Money is earned, not saved. Like her mother-in-law, her health has deteriorated, and the cost of medicine is enormous. If this money were used to buy food, the family could eat so much better!