The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Fang Xiaoning grabbed his hand, "You've just finished your postpartum period, you can't."

"Still not good?" Song Feng felt like he was turning into a turtle from endurance.

"Hmm, didn't you hear what your mother said? Even after the postpartum period, my body is still weak. You don't want me to ruin my health if I rest for another month."

Song Feng's face turned green.

"How about I go back to the postpartum room?"

"What are you talking about? What do you take me for? It's good enough that I can see you all in the same house." Song Feng said with a serious face. "I have something to tell you. The owner behind the restaurant, who makes cured meat and sausages, wanted to buy our recipe a while ago."

"and then?"

"The shopkeeper can't do anything about this either; it's still dragging on. What do you think?"

"They want to buy us outright and kick us out?"

Sigh, this is the trouble that comes with big business. It's good if people are willing to buy, but many resort to force and robbery. What can you do when they're just common people, powerless and without influence?

“They initially wanted to buy out the business, but I refused; we still need to eat. What I meant was, let's stick to the current cooperation, lower our profit margin a bit, and sell the goods only to them. In other words, our workshop is also considered theirs, and I'm willing to sign a contract with them.” This matter is driving him crazy; the only person in the family he can discuss things with is still in postpartum confinement.

“You did a good job. By doing this, at least the workshop can be saved.”

"Yes, the shopkeeper is also helping us out. Because we have a lot of ideas, they are afraid that we will go too far. In the future, if we have anything new, we will keep it to ourselves and not do business with them anymore."

So it wasn't the shopkeeper's fault; he just wanted to continue profiting from the situation.

When will her brothers be able to pass the imperial examination and become scholars?

Once a family rises in social status, they are less vulnerable to exploitation, and ordinary people will no longer covet them.

"They'll probably agree. We'll supply goods, and we won't make that much profit. They don't want to break ties, so we can continue cooperating. Not only can our workshop continue, but if they want to do this, they'll definitely need a large quantity. We can make money by selling in large quantities at low profit margins."

“I think so too, but let’s put aside the recruitment thing you just mentioned. We’ll talk about it again when we get news from them. I don’t dare tell my mother about this; she’s timid and I’m afraid it will frighten her.” Song Feng was also very annoyed. He had been studying hard recently during his free time. His teacher said that he was still young and could study diligently; it wasn’t impossible for him to pass the imperial examinations.

Only when he recovers can he shelter this family from the wind and rain.

The next day, Song Feng went to buy the supplies needed for the festival, filling a mule cart to the brim.

"Brother Feng, aren't there horse-drawn carriages for sale in the county town? Let's buy one for the family, and a mule cart for transporting goods." This mule cart is always carrying goods, and it smells all over the place; it's too unpleasant.

“I asked around about carriages a few days ago. You, the child, and I can’t possibly ride in this carriage. I can’t stand it even in it.”

This person is actually quite thoughtful now.

"By the way, what about our acorns and hawthorns this year? Ask the village chief and the others if they're still picking them."

According to her, they shouldn't bother picking them up anymore. They have other jobs that pay better than that. She suggested spreading the word in the village, and whoever wants to pick them up can do so. That way, other villages will also send them over in large quantities.

"The village chief has already said that they won't be picking up the firewood anymore. They'll be doing other things with us, and we can collect more. I'll spread the word throughout the village. We'll also be collecting firewood from the whole village. Of course, we'll accept deliveries from other villages if they're willing to."

"Brother Feng, you handle things very well, both at home and outside; you've thought things through very thoroughly."

Song Feng scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

Once the gifts were ready, they were delivered to the Zhao and Fang families that same day. The trip was rushed, as Fang Youcai was preoccupied with the house matter, and Song Feng was also very busy.

Meanwhile, at the workshop, the steward led a few people to move all the items to the center of the workshop courtyard. The workers were puzzled by the large amount of meat and mooncakes, which were all neatly divided into portions. What was the purpose of this?

"Everyone, stop what you're doing. With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, our master is kind-hearted and grateful for the hard work you've all put in lately, so he's given you all special holiday gifts. Everyone, come over here and line up. Two pounds of meat and one pound of mooncakes each."

Everyone was both surprised and delighted. It's rare for a family to give holiday gifts to their workers and not deduct wages; such kindness is truly admirable. The Song family lad is incredibly generous!

They lined up, each carrying their own holiday gifts, their faces beaming with smiles. Having received their gifts made them even more enthusiastic about their work. The steward, seeing their self-discipline, thought it was excellent; his master's kindness had not been in vain.

Touching the reward money he received today, he realized that the workers had received some, but he hadn't expected that the people they had bought would also receive some. Since they were provided with food and lodging by the master, the master gave each of them a reward of 120 coins, while he and several supervisors each received 150 coins.

He wanted to save all of this silver.

As evening fell, everyone who had finished work wore a cheerful expression. The villagers, noticing that each of them was carrying something, asked, "What are you all doing? Did you all buy things together?"