The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Looking at the dark, heavy clouds in the sky, Fang Xiaoning and Song Feng, their faces grim, didn't dare to delay for a moment. They packed up their stall, covered the things on the truck with an oilcloth, and ran towards Zaoshu Village.

May God and Buddha protect her, let it rain when she gets home, let it rain when she gets home!

Unfortunately, her voice was too soft; God didn't hear her prayer. "Boom..."

The thunder and lightning, coupled with the dark clouds overhead, made Fang Xiaoning shiver. "Wife, walk faster!"

"Ok!"

God, she did nothing wrong in her life and she's been living a peaceful life since death, please don't strike her down!

Halfway there, large raindrops pelted the two of them. Song Feng immediately took out a raincoat and put it on her. Fortunately, his wife said that summer rain comes suddenly, so they always keep these on hand.

The Song family members were extremely anxious as they looked at the rain outside. The two children had not returned yet, and they were worried about what to do in such heavy rain.

“My dear in-laws, shall I go and greet them? It’s muddy, and the cart will have a hard time moving.”

"No, we don't even have a raincoat at home. What if you catch a cold? Xiao Ning will blame me to death!"

Su stopped Zhao, who was also anxious, but what could they do? They could only wait at home now, and with such heavy rain, she dared not let her mother-in-law go to pick them up.

"They have raincoats in their car, let's wait a bit longer."

Looking at the torrential rain outside, Zhao felt anxious.

"Mother, quickly get a basin! Both my brother's house and our house are leaking, and there's going to be another round of chaos..."

Fang Xiaoning wanted to curse. Was God adding fuel to the fire because she hadn't suffered enough? This damn muddy ground had caused their wheels to get stuck several times. The two of them had to pull and push, and they were almost dead.

And that tattered raincoat she was wearing—what a load of crap!—was leaking water down her neck. Now she was completely soaked and icy cold.

And the muddy ground underfoot was slippery. Luckily, she was holding onto the cart, otherwise she would have fallen face-first into the mud.

She really wanted to cry right now; as a time traveler, no one was probably more miserable than her.

The rain was so heavy I couldn't open my eyes, so I could only follow Song Feng. Damn, earning money is so damn hard.

"You're back! You're back!"

The three people were guarding the door, and when they saw them, they wanted to go and help them.

Song Feng hurriedly shouted, "Don't come any closer! It's raining heavily!" Apart from his mother-in-law, none of them are in good health. What if they get sick?

Since the car was covered with a tarpaulin, they abandoned it and ran into the house.

"Mother, let me go inside and change my clothes, they're soaked!" Her clothes were wet and sticking together, making her feel terribly uncomfortable.

"Go quickly! Go quickly! You two go and change!"

Zhao felt heartbroken; her daughter had it so hard. After thinking for a moment, she put on the raincoat that Fang Xiaoning had taken off earlier and went to the kitchen to boil water.

Fang Xiaoning looked at herself, covered in mud, and wanted to curse. How the hell was she supposed to change? There wasn't even water to wipe herself down. No, there was. There were two basins on her bed, already half full of rainwater. The kang (heated brick bed) was clearly wet.

Damn, how am I going to sleep tonight?

Song Feng was much calmer than her. He took out a tattered handkerchief and said, "You wipe yourself first, I'll go boil some water."

He originally wanted her to take off her clothes and lie down on the kang (a heated brick bed) for a while while he went to boil water, but when he saw the two basins, he realized that the rain was too heavy and the roof of the house couldn't withstand it.

Zhao moved quickly, carrying two buckets of water. Without going inside, she said, "Fengzi, I've left the water at the door. Take it in, you two wipe yourselves down, and then change your clothes. Hurry up, don't catch a cold."

Actually, she was also a little worried about her own home. With this rain, the house was bound to leak. She wondered if her husband and children knew to bring basins to catch the water.

Fang Xiaoning almost cried after hearing her mother's words. Her mother was the best!

Song Feng hurried out to fetch water, and seeing his wife's disheveled state, his heart ached terribly. He used to be like this all the time and never thought much of it, but seeing Xiao Ning like this, his heart ached so much!

Zhao went to the kitchen and cooked them two bowls of ginger soup and made some flatbreads, as they must have been starving on the journey. She didn't let Su come along, fearing that if Su got caught in a few drops of rain, she would fall ill, and her daughter would suffer the consequences.

Madam Su knew she was useless, so she stayed quietly in the main room with her youngest son, listening to the pitter-patter of rain in the basin.

When the two people inside finished getting ready and came out, Zhao had already cooked ginger soup. "Come on, drink a bowl quickly, it'll be troublesome if you catch a cold. The pancakes will be ready in a bit, just wait a moment." She also made them a bowl of egg drop soup. After suffering so much, eating an egg shouldn't be a problem, right? There was a small basket of them, which her daughter had just bought yesterday.

Standing to the side, Mrs. Su felt a little embarrassed. Her daughter-in-law worked so hard to earn money for the family, and she hadn't even boiled hot water for her. She glanced at her daughter-in-law cautiously, and seeing that she didn't seem angry, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The thunderstorm came quickly and went quickly; by the time they had finished eating, the rain had already stopped.

Looking at the clearing sky, Fang Xiaoning felt like cursing again. It seemed like this rain was designed to soak her completely; it was unfair to bully an honest person like that.

After the rain stopped, Zhao rushed home, worried that the house was leaking and that she wouldn't know how to fix the three troublesome things.

"Mom, wait a minute. There's a lot of food left over today, take it home and eat it. You don't need to come this afternoon. Judging from the weather, there's probably going to be another session this afternoon. The muddy ground is hard to walk on, so I probably won't be able to set up a stall tomorrow."

Seeing that it was about to rain, they hurriedly packed up their stall. With the rain, the roads became difficult to walk on, so the remaining dozen or so sheets of cold noodles and a bowl of cold jelly could be divided between the two families and eaten up.

Oh, and I can also send some to the families who helped me with Song Feng before.

"You two eat. If you can't finish at noon, there's still dinner. I'll come again tomorrow. You two should also get some rest." Zhao refused to accept the food and tried to leave, but Su held her back.

Fang Xiaoning and Song Feng quickly mixed two bowls of water, put them in a basket, and handed them to her. "Mom, don't be so polite with me. The house must be leaking too. You should go back and check it out."

She was worried because when it rained, every house in the family was leaking, and the kang (heated brick bed) where she slept was half wet. How was she supposed to sleep at night?