The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Grandpa Fang waited day after day, but his youngest son didn't come home. He became restless and went to his son's house again to ask for help.

"Xiao Ning, the autumn harvest is almost halfway over, why hasn't your fourth uncle come back yet?"

"A case can't be tried so quickly, Grandpa. This matter is very serious, it can't be resolved so quickly. Just stay home and wait patiently."

Old Fang couldn't rest easy. He really wanted his eldest granddaughter to go to the county town to inquire again, but seeing her indifferent and nonchalant expression, and looking at Song Feng next to her with the same face, he didn't dare to say anything in the end.

Sigh, let's wait a few more days before talking about it.

After the old man passed away.

"Xiao Ning, how long do you think your fourth uncle's case will take?"

"Who knows? Those who should have been arrested have already been arrested. The county magistrate can't make a decision on this matter; we'll definitely have to wait for higher-ups. We don't know exactly which higher-ups, but one thing is for sure, it won't be quick."

"So, your fourth uncle is still inside."

"It's alright. Fourth Uncle is strong and healthy. It's good for him to be tempered and reformed inside. It's a rare opportunity, and he should cherish it."

Song Feng was speechless; the old man would probably faint if he heard that.

Song Feng leaned closer to her and said, "Wife, we have quite a bit of money saved up now, and we're not building a house this year. I was thinking, how about we go to the county town to look at houses and shops, or maybe buy some land? What do you think?"

I'm thinking of buying a house!

Money is inanimate; now that the country is prosperous and the people are at peace, it's time to build up some wealth.

"We'll go to the county town in a few days. You can ask the middlemen in town if there are any large, contiguous plots of land for sale."

She felt she could afford to buy property, which was about two thousand taels of silver, roughly half of her net worth.

Seeing that his wife was also willing, Song Feng was invigorated. "Alright! I'll find a middleman tomorrow. By the way, as for making mala tang (spicy hot pot), everything else is fine, but there aren't any leafy green vegetables in winter."

The wealthy might be able to afford it, but ordinary people like them could never afford it, no matter what.

Fang Xiaoning thought for a moment, "We have radishes, cabbage, and tofu. We can also sprout some bean sprouts, make our own acorn tofu, add pork belly, big meat sticks, pork offal, and ribs. That should be enough."

"So, there are quite a few varieties. But what exactly are bean sprouts?"

Fang Xiaoning: ……

So there are no bean sprouts here?

It seems she has found another way to get rich.

The next day, the Song family began collecting soybeans from both inside and outside the village...

………………

Wang family.

The old man eventually succumbed to his illness.

The Cui family came to cause trouble every day, turning the family upside down. Coupled with his worries about his eldest grandson, he fainted on the spot after Cui Daniu came to visit for the fourth time.

Seeing the trouble he'd caused, Cui Daniu ran away in fear and hasn't dared to come to the door for the past few days. Cui Hehua really wanted to kill someone; why was it so difficult for her to be divorced?

On this day, while Cui Hehua was chopping firewood on the mountain, she met with the old widower again.

"Why haven't I seen you chopping wood in so long?"

“After that last time, my family wouldn’t let me come to chop firewood anymore. I’ve been working in the fields. If it weren’t for my husband falling ill and having no one to take care of him, I wouldn’t have had a chance to go up the mountain.”

"They suspect you?" The old widower shuddered in fright.

Cui Hehua nodded. There's no smoke without fire; some things simply can't be put into practice.

"Don't worry, they don't have time for me right now. Wang Defa is still in jail!"

Yes, the Wang family's precious son is still in jail, how can he have the mind to care about his daughter-in-law?

"What's going on with your family? Did he really sell exam questions? By the way, where did he get those questions? They're not easy to get, are they?"

He really admired Wang Defa. That guy was smart and daring; he'd do anything. It's just a pity his legs were crippled.

Cui Hehua felt a pang of guilt thinking about the silver she had stolen—it was stolen money! "It's probably true. Without evidence, why would the constables come all this way to arrest him? This time, he's dead!"

"I heard you're going through a divorce. Has your family agreed?"

She got angry when she talked about it, "What do you mean by agreeing? They said they have to wait for Wang Defa to come back before they can make a decision. They can't make that decision."

Her own father was useless; he couldn't handle the Wang family no matter how many times he went to their house. Now, he was so scared of the old man that he dared not go there anymore. When she went back to her parents' home, they actually told her to figure it out herself, saying they knew nothing about the family.

"Let's not talk about those unhappy things. I've been feeling really down lately, so you have to cheer me up!"

The old widower looked around and saw only a few scattered people at the foot of the mountain. He grew bolder and grinned lewdly. "Of course, if you're not happy or satisfied today, I won't let you down the mountain." With that, he dragged the man into a cave he had recently discovered.

"Hehehe... How annoying..." Cui Hehua's coquettish laughter echoed in the small cave.