The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"My granddaughter!"

Fang Xiaoning's lips twitched slightly. If she needed him, she was his granddaughter; if she didn't, she was a money-losing burden.

Looking at the two elderly people with white hair, I couldn't help but soften my heart and decided to comfort them.

"I'll try to find out if I can get out, but I can't guarantee it."

"Sure, sure, as long as you can find out, that's good!" The old man didn't dare to ask for more now; he was happy as long as the old man was willing to help.

It's only after something goes wrong that you realize how difficult it is for a poor person without connections. You can't even ask your grandfather or grandmother for help. Take the Wang family, for example. They have no one else to turn to except Fang Xiaoning.

After seeing the person off, I said, "Brother Feng, let's go to the yamen together tomorrow to ask about this matter."

"Well, if all else fails, I'll beg the shopkeeper's master."

"No need, my uncle won't die. I'm just looking after the two old folks. They're so old, and they're still worrying themselves sick over their troublesome son."

Sigh, like an old clam carrying a pearl, my grandmother was nearly forty when she conceived my fourth uncle. After he was born, she protected him like the apple of her eye. It was this excessive pampering that made him so unruly.

The next day.

Fang Xiaoning took a carriage to town first. The shopkeeper's master replied that they could continue making sausages, but the contract had to be renegotiated with lower profits and increased supply.

They have no power or influence, so if they can make money for themselves, then any unknown benefactor they've never met is considered a kind person.

After signing the contract, I inquired with the shopkeeper about the current county magistrate and the county government.

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment, then said, “How about this, you go and take a look first, and I’ll send a message to my master about this matter. The county magistrate and my master are quite familiar with each other.”

"Then I'll have to trouble you, shopkeeper."

She needs power.

The two bid farewell to the shopkeeper and went to the county government office. They slipped him some silver and learned that Fang Laosi hadn't been executed and was doing alright except for not having enough to eat or sleep. As for how to handle the matter, they would have to wait for the higher-ups' decision. Reassured, they were just glad he wasn't dead or crippled.

The constable knew he was from Zaoshu Village, and for the sake of the money, he added, "There's another one in your village, the one who sells exam questions, but he's not very good."

Ah, Wang Defa?

"What's wrong with him?"

"He was selling exam questions, which was a more serious crime. He was tortured by the county magistrate and is now lame. He also suffered some hardship on his way here."

This poor thing, whose health was already compromised, has suffered even more. It's so tragic!

"This matter is still under investigation. It involves a large number of people. They went to arrest more people today, so it won't be closed anytime soon."

"Thank you, officer."

The couple thanked them and left without giving them any money, asking them to treat Fang Laosi well. They thought to themselves, "May he reflect on his actions while he's inside."

"It's rare for us to come to the county town, let's go buy some things." Once in the county town, Fang Xiaoning's desire to shop was extremely strong.

She did take money with her when she went out.

"Let's go." The last time my wife went out was to buy New Year's goods. Now that we've finally unloaded the groceries, we should have a good look around.

Fang Xiaoning stormed into the fabric shop, "Boss, where are the new fabrics?"

"This way, sir." Based on years of sales experience, I knew this was a shrewd customer. No, this lady seemed to have come at the end of the year and bought a whole bunch of things.

The shopkeeper, recognizing the customer, became even more enthusiastic: "Sir, all these cotton fabrics are brand new! We also have silk fabrics from Jiangnan, and this printed fabric is from the capital..."

The son's clothes, his own, Song Feng's, his mother-in-law's, the children's clothes, the servants' clothes, his parents' clothes...

Song Feng stood there dumbfounded, while the shopkeeper's mouth stretched from ear to ear. A big customer, a truly big customer, buying almost a month's worth of his sales in one go. He chuckled and personally carried the cloth onto the carriage, watching them leave.

Then, they rushed into the jewelry shop and chose a complete set of pure gold jewelry for themselves and Su Shi. Zhao Shi got a silver jewelry set worth about ten taels of silver, and Song Xiaogu got a silver hairpin and a pair of earrings. Earrings were not suitable for her because she was a worker.

Seeing her enthusiasm, Song Feng really wanted to ask her if Fang Laosi was just a cover, and if she actually wanted to go to the city to buy things.

My daughter-in-law is so generous when she buys things; she buys whatever she likes. Just how much money did she bring today? She's so well-prepared.

After buying the jewelry, we went to the pastry shop and the general store to buy snacks for the children and toys for my son. But wait, he's so small, how can he play with them?

They bought another sheep in a flurry, saying they'd roast the whole lamb when they got home.

"That's about it for now, there's nothing else to buy."

Looking at the carriages that were already full, Song Feng realized there was nothing left to buy; the carriages were completely full.