The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

It took four buckets of water to finally wash her whole body clean. After changing into clean and comfortable clothes, Song brought the noodles into the house. Inside, she had also laid two eggs.

"Eat quickly, eat your fill and get a good night's sleep." Seeing his sunken eyes, dark circles under his eyes, and weak body, Madam Song hurriedly said. She hadn't seen her son for so long; he was so thin he was unrecognizable. What terrible suffering had he endured?

"Ok!"

He worked all night, was bullied in prison, lived in fear, and didn't get enough rest. He is now physically and mentally exhausted.

After a satisfying meal, he lay down, pulled the warm blankets over himself, and couldn't help but smile. Home was the most comfortable place. Before Song could even finish cleaning up the dishes, Wang Defa was already snoring.

As Song wiped away her tears, she couldn't bear to think about how her son, with his limp, had walked back from the county town, especially in the dark and rain.

Why didn't the authorities notify them before releasing the people so they could pick them up?

"Take good care of Fa Zi, and don't do any housework today."

"Ai!"

Cui Hehua looked at the sleeping person, touched her own belly, sat on the edge of the bed, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"how?"

Seeing them all come out, the old man asked worriedly. He didn't dare go inside; his grandson had been traveling a long way and needed rest, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist asking all sorts of questions.

It's forbidden to mention it. Just mentioning Song makes my heart ache, my lips tremble, and tears stream down my face.

The old man had something else he didn't understand. He sighed deeply, "All the troubles are over now. Fa Zi will definitely have a peaceful and smooth life from now on. He's still young. With proper care, he'll be back soon!"

Song didn't answer. She cried, firstly because of her son's suffering, and secondly because she noticed his limp had worsened. She didn't know if it was from exhaustion or the torture he had endured in prison.

Now, I dare not say anything, I dare not ask anything.

"It's getting late, let's make breakfast."

"Ai!"

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A cold autumn rain.

Because of the cooler weather, Fang Xiaoning officially started selling her spicy hot pot in town. The broth is the recipe, which she brings from home to the shop every day.

Even so, it's something anyone with a discerning eye can easily make. If business is good, I'm sure soon the whole town will be full of all sorts of hot pot restaurants. Everyone's imitating them, but the one with the most authentic and richest flavor will definitely be theirs. After all, nobody knows what they put in it, and nobody's going to spend a fortune buying seasonings to try it.

This thing isn't expensive, after all.

"Xiao Ning, is the child cold? Should we give him another layer of clothing?"

Fang Xiaoning glanced at her second son, whose face was flushed, and fell silent. There's a kind of coldness that only Grandma feels.

"No, my hands are warm!"

"With this rain, we'll be hibernating soon."

"Yes, I'll be staying home for the next six months." She blinked, realizing it was different from last year. Last year, she was exhausted, working herself to the bone to earn money. Now, with so many servants at home, they don't have to do any work, and they're bored with nothing to do.

I need to find something to kill time.

"By spring, our little grandson will be able to crawl." Mrs. Su couldn't stop smiling as she thought about how her grandson would whine to her for food.

"Yes, the weather has been nice lately, so we should take all the bedding out to air it. It'll be a long time before we can't air out the bedding."

"it is good."

"Home, home, our pastries are getting more orders!" More orders are great! More orders mean more money. Once he has enough money, he can become a patriarch.

"How much was added?"

"Twenty percent."

Fortunately, I was able to finish it.

"At home, shouldn't we go and buy some people?" Fang Youcai rubbed his hands together. Buy people, buy servants! Once we have people, when we're not busy, we can buy a mule cart and take our wives traveling around. It wouldn't be so comfortable.

"Buy people now?"

"Should we buy it now and wait until the heavy snow comes? It will be so difficult to travel then."

Zhao thought it made sense. She should take advantage of the good weather and buy the goods quickly. Maybe she could break even in one winter and then make a profit.

"Okay, I'll go find Xiao Ning later and ask her to come with me to learn how to treat eyesight."

"I don't need to go. I'm quite good at judging people."

Zhao knew he wanted to go to the county town again, but she didn't know why. Despite his age, he just couldn't settle down.

“Okay, I’ll take you with me, we’ll choose together.” She said, trying to take off her apron. Fang Youcai stopped her.

"You don't need to go, I'll make the trip myself."

"Okay, go and come back quickly."

The next day.

The whole family rode in a horse-drawn carriage to the county town to buy people.

Inside the carriage were Fang Xiaoning, Song Feng, Fang Youcai, Song Feng, and a little boy in his arms.

"A horse-drawn carriage is so much more comfortable than a mule cart. The carriage is bigger, the wheels are more stable, and you can even lie down and take a nap when you're tired."

Fang Youcai ate some snacks from the small tea table, his eyes filled with envy. What to do? He no longer wanted the mule cart; he wanted a horse-drawn carriage.

"Mom, should we buy one too? We won't need to rent a car when we go to the county town to buy New Year's goods."

Zhao was speechless. "Just to buy some New Year's goods, you bought a horse-drawn carriage? Husband, you've gotten too big for your britches."

Fang Xiaoning also felt that buying a carriage for her family wouldn't be very useful now. In fact, her family's carriage was only used a few times a year; it was just for show. It would only be more convenient for going out occasionally.

Now that she has it, they can borrow it whenever they need it; it's not a big problem if they don't have it. The key is that they still have livestock to raise, which is troublesome. So, she didn't speak up for her father.

I can buy it whenever I need it. It's never too late to have money on hand.

"Mother, how many people are you planning to buy?"

"Two of them, plus your dad and me, are definitely enough to keep up with the work." The two children, because the school is nearby and the classroom has heated walls, don't have a winter break.

“Buy three. I’m worried that there might be too many orders. You remember, we added orders to Grandma’s house several times last year. Now we’re splitting them up. They don’t know how to make what you’re making. It’s always better to have more people. It’s only a matter of five taels of silver.”

After the New Year, with three people around, her parents will have much more free time. Then, the whole family can go hiking, picnicking, and camping nearby. Fang Xiaoning thought about it and how wonderful it would be to live such an idyllic life.

Zhao thought about it and agreed; if they didn't have time to do it, they would lose all their money. "I'll listen to you."

Fang Youcai scoffed. Even his daughter's farts smelled sweet, but everything he said smelled bad. This woman, he just couldn't control her. Was he getting old and losing his charm?

Fang Youcai touched the top of his head and said, "Fengzi, can you check if I have any gray hairs?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and leaned closer to his chest.

Song Feng was already used to his father-in-law's intermittent bouts of madness, and earnestly helped him search for gray hairs. It was impossible for him not to have any. Fang Youcai held one gray hair after another that Song Feng had plucked in his hand, his heart sinking. Had his prime years just passed like this?

Impossible! He doesn't believe it; he's not old!