The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"You must compensate my Hehua. After the divorce, she has no land or fields. How is she going to live? She didn't do anything wrong, so why should she get nothing!"

Others also felt that the Wang family was acting extremely unethically. How could a woman like her survive? Her family was clearly unreliable; were they trying to force her to die?

"The fault for this divorce doesn't lie with Cui; she's still recovering from childbirth..."

“Village chief, that’s not how it works. She wanted to leave on her own. Since she’s leaving, she shouldn’t try to take advantage of the Wang family anymore,” Wang Defa said shamelessly.

The Cui clan patriarch's face was full of gloom. "Old Master Wang, you are blatantly bullying the Cui family. Do you think the Cui family has no one left?"

If the Cui family were to take her home like this, wouldn't it mean that our Cui family girls, after marriage, would be subjected to humiliation and beatings, and at worst, they would only receive a letter of divorce or a settlement agreement?

Old Master Wang's heart skipped a beat. If it involved the entire family, they might not be able to extricate themselves.

"Chief, you flatter me. It's just a disagreement between the two children. Why involve others? If Hehua doesn't want to leave, the couple can continue living together."

He still wants to torment the girls in his tribe? Dream on! The chieftain ignored him, saying, "Now we're talking about the issue of divorce compensation."

The Cui family's daughters are not like those the Wang family can simply beat or discard at will.

If this gets out, won't the Cui family lose face?

“I also think that even if they divorce, Cui should be given some compensation. She has injured her body and needs money to recuperate and take medicine. Women are inherently weak, and they will need money for their future lives. No matter what, your Wang family is in the wrong in this matter.”

Grandpa Wang felt like he had been driven to a dead end again.

Cui Daniu was secretly overjoyed. See? See? I told you the Wang family was utterly immoral. Everyone here is a reasonable person.

"So, what you mean is..."

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down. A group of people ganged up on Cui Hehua. What could he do but accept his fate?

The only consolation is that making money by copying books is indeed feasible. After the divorce, Fa Zi lets me stay home and copy books in peace. He still owes me for the mess he made.

When it came to the specific issue of compensation, the three looked at each other, as it was the first time they had dealt with this kind of thing and they had no experience. How much should they ask for?

Before they could even come up with a solution, Cui Daniu couldn't sit still any longer.

“After my daughter gets divorced, she needs a place to live, right? She can’t just go back to her parents’ house, can she? Your Wang family has to provide a house, right?”

She lives alone. How can she survive without a place to live? She still needs to eat, right? She needs a place to live, right?

She needs to take medication and is in postpartum confinement. We need to pay for her medicine and food, right? She just went through a life-threatening situation; she can't afford to be poorly fed.

The Wang family really wanted to give Cui Daniu a few whacks to wake this bastard up. Should they take care of Cui for the rest of their lives? Should they help her find another husband?

Shameless!

The village head felt that Cui Daniu's demands were a bit excessive, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why; every word he said made sense. The three of them huddled together, but couldn't come to a conclusion for a long time.

"Grandpa Wang, what do you think?"

"Cui's actions are outrageous. She miscarried. We'll ask the doctor about the medicine later. We'll pay for the medicine later. She won't stay at our house for postpartum care. Three hundred coins a month, with good food and drink, will be enough. As for anything else, forget it. After the divorce, she's no longer a member of the Wang family. How she lives is none of our business."

The village head felt that what Old Wang said seemed to make sense. But...

Chief Cui refused, arguing that this was a matter of great importance concerning the reputation of the entire clan, and how could it be handled so hastily.

The two sides argued vehemently, giving the three of them a headache. These two families were even more difficult to deal with than the Song family.

Because it was agreed that they would receive half of the compensation, Cui Daniu became extremely unreasonable and threw a tantrum. The Wang family was also driven to despair by his nagging; one man was worth a thousand soldiers—how could such a grown man act like a…shrew!

Old Man Wang was at his wit's end by her antics and agreed to give Cui a place to live, but not a nice house; he gave her two rooms to build adobe houses.

Old Wang gave her a small plot of wasteland at the edge of the village that he had bought years ago, plus two taels of silver, for her medicine and money to replenish her health. Cui Hehua, lying on her sickbed, nodded in agreement.

After the divorce agreement is written, both parties sign it and put their fingerprints on it.

Thus, the two families parted ways completely, and the marriage between the two people came to an end.

Cui Hehua became the only woman in Zaoshu Village to return to her parents' home after a divorce and to recuperate after childbirth.

Cui Daniu wasn't completely devoid of conscience after all. He went home, dragged a cart, and brought all the quilts from the house. When Cui Hehua went out, she was carried out the door. She was completely wrapped up, not a single hair was visible.

Along the way, crowds gathered, pointing and whispering. The old widower, standing in the crowd, showed no joy at Cui Hehua's divorce. His face was grim; his son was gone, beaten to death. Wang Defa, well done!

He glanced at the Wang family's gate; it was sinister and menacing.

The weather is getting colder and colder...

Fang Xiaoning was holding her child under the eaves, watching the snow. Su noticed her nose was red from the cold and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

It was cold, especially on the exposed face and hands.

"Mom, it's so cold, how about we have hot pot tonight?"

"A pot? The pot you had Shunzi order the other day?"

"Ah."

“They suffer every day going in and out of the city.”

"It's alright. It's not cold inside the mule cart. They take turns driving. They even pooled their money to buy a sheepskin cloak, which is given to whoever is driving, and they wrap themselves in a cotton quilt over it."

Fang Xiaoning thought they were quite clever, coming up with so many ways to keep warm.

"Mom, are you going to make steamed buns tomorrow?"

"Yes, there are more people in my family this year, so there are more to wrap."

Fang Xiaoning nodded. With more people, more food would be needed, and similarly, more people would be needed to do the work. "Mom, can you hold the baby for a while? I'm going to the kitchen. We'll have a hot pot lunch."

The biggest problem in winter is that the food cools down too quickly, so she ordered three pots: one for her own family, one for her parents' family, and one for her maternal grandmother's family.

With a pot, you can have a hot meal even in winter.

I went to the kitchen and looked at the ingredients that were available.

Radishes, tofu, bean sprouts, Chinese cabbage, mutton, and pork belly are sliced ​​thinly. Fish is also sliced ​​thinly.

The chef was asked to make soup with an old hen to be used as a base for a hot pot later.

The main dish is cabbage and pork dumplings. We're making them now so they'll be ready for lunch.

At noon, the whole family gathered around a steaming pot, with knee-deep snow outside.

The children saw a table full of lettuce, so the way to eat it was similar to that of mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot).

"Today we're having hot pot. You can put whatever you want in the pot. There are dipping sauces here."