The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Why is there an extra 100 coins?"

“When Uncle Village Chief goes to the county town on business, he also needs to take a car, doesn’t he?”

"What are you saying, child? Take it back, take it back right now!"

The village chief refused to accept it, and Song Feng also refused to take it.

“Uncle, I remember all the help you’ve given me over the years. Please keep this money. I know you have to bribe the authorities to get things done, so I can’t let you lose out. After the autumn harvest, my family will be building a house. I’ll need your help to find some helpers in the village.”

"You're building a house?" This kid has made a fortune! He just took out three taels of silver without any hesitation.

"Yeah, the place we live in leaks every time it rains, and it's freezing cold in winter. Plus, my family members aren't in good health."

"Yes, that house is indeed quite old. What kind of house are you planning to build?"

"I don't know yet, we'll discuss it later."

“Okay, when we build the house, your brother Shunzi and I will both help.” He thought that at most they would only build a few mud-brick houses.

Fang Xiaoning, feeling a bit stuffy in her nose that night, drank a large bowl of ginger soup before going to bed. She was worried that she might catch a cold. But to her surprise, she woke up perfectly fine after a good night's sleep. Because she wasn't at her stall, she had slept in and was feeling quite energetic.

Sure enough, this body is a worthless life!

Looking at Fang Xiaoning, who seemed completely unaffected, Mrs. Su was quite envious. Her daughter-in-law was truly resilient; she was sure to live a long life.

If it were her, she'd be bedridden for at least half a month, if not a month. No, it's that she can't even walk to town unless it's raining. Lately, she's been making cold noodles every day, and she feels like she's feeling a bit better.

After a day of rest, Fang Xiaoning is fully recharged for the sake of the house. She's ready to work hard for a better life...

Zhao came over early in the morning to help. It was raining, so there wasn't much to do in the fields. The housework was left to Fang Youcai, the child.

When it was time to leave at noon, Fang Xiaoning pulled her into the house, saying, "Mom, this is for you."

"What?"

She opened her purse, gasped, and quickly glanced at the door, which was securely closed.

"You brat, I told you no, no, put it away now. Keep the money. Your mother-in-law told me that she's planning to build a house after the autumn harvest. There will be expenses everywhere, so keep it for yourself."

"Mother, we have them."

"If you have one, build a better one. Even a mud-brick and tile house will do, at least it won't leak." That's the case with their house too. It rains heavily outside and lightly inside. These past few years, she's been annoyed every time the rainy season comes around.

"Mother, we plan to build a house with blue bricks and tiles."

"Ah!" Zhao was dumbfounded. What was her daughter talking about? Did she even know how much silver a brick house cost?

"Mother, yesterday, Brother Feng bought this land, and he also bought the land next to it." She then whispered her savings into Zhao's ear.

Zhao was stunned. "Really? You're not lying to me?"

"I'm not lying to you, otherwise why would I build a brick house? Keep this money, don't think it's too little."

"What are you saying? I'll take it. Will your mother-in-law and Fengzi have any objections to you?"

"No, they think it's not enough!"

"That's what I said."

Having received confirmation, Zhao happily accepted the money, thinking that she would repair the roof next year. This was a token of filial piety from her daughter.

Fang Xiaoning instructed Zhao Shi not to announce the land purchase and house construction beforehand, but to wait until construction began. She worried about the elderly, infirm, and disabled members of the family who weren't home, fearing something might happen to them.

“I know it’s serious, but I don’t know anything about it. Yet every now and then, a few of them come up to me, trying to steal the recipe.”

Fang Xiaoning nodded. Her mother-in-law would complain to her whenever someone came over. Sometimes she found it funny; it seemed like their relationship had been reversed.

This time, when we build the house, we'll make sure the courtyard wall is well-maintained and high. We'll also keep two vicious dogs so they can come up to anyone who's not looking.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, the autumn harvest is just around the corner.

"Xiao Ning, should we stop the autumn harvest?"

Why are you stopping?! Why isn't this person spinning around?!

"Brother Feng, how much money will we lose if we stop for a day?"

"A little over five hundred, around six hundred."

How much does a day's rough work cost?

"20 coins a day, more expensive during the autumn harvest, 35 coins a day."

"Is it more cost-effective for us to hire someone to do the work, or to do it ourselves?" Fang Xiaoning looked at him, thinking, "You can figure it out now, right?"

"You mean..."

"Keep the stalls up as usual, and hire people to do the work in the fields. Even if we hire three people, it'll only cost 105 coins. We'll still make a profit, don't you think? If we stop for seven or eight days just for the autumn harvest, how much will we lose?"

Song Feng suddenly realized that he had made a foolish mistake again.

Where is my mother-in-law?

“I plan to have my father work in the fields, and for my mother’s share, we’ll hire help. She can continue to help us with the harvest. She can also help us look after things during the autumn harvest.” Zhao Shi couldn’t bear to see her daughter suffer, and as for her father, she didn’t care if he died.

“Okay, we’ll do it your way. We’ll build the house after the autumn harvest. It’ll get cold soon, so we need to make as much money as we can now. We can’t waste a single day.” He had been narrow-minded before.

His wife is so capable!

"Ah."

After hearing her daughter's arrangement, Zhao sighed, "Every autumn harvest is exhausting for me. This year, thanks to my daughter, I don't have to work in the fields anymore."

Making liangpi (cold skin noodles) is a piece of cake, it's very easy.