The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Just endure these few months. When the house is being built, the courtyard wall is built very high, so they can't get in even if they want to."

Fang Xiaoning was worried. How could two such weak children at home deal with the wolves in the Song family? What should she do? If she didn't stand up to them, she would get angry, but if she did, she was afraid they would get hurt. She couldn't possibly win!

"Mom, take these two pounds of meat back and stew them. Hurry back and cook. I'll take care of things here."

Zhao saw that it was getting late, and the workers couldn't go hungry, especially since there were still helpers. "Alright, I'll head back now. This meat..." Although Boss Song was a scoundrel, his words stung her heart; she was indeed taking advantage of the Song family.

"Take it, you see, we have it. If you don't take it, I'll have to deliver it to you later when it's ready."

Zhao:......

Su also advised her to accept it, so she had no choice but to swallow her pride and accept it.

Old Song knocked on the door for a long time but couldn't get in. Since Song Feng was there and he couldn't beat him, he had no choice but to go back to the old house to complain.

He was filled with regret. Why had he argued with Su Shi? Why had he dawdled? If he had just taken the things, left a message, and left, he could have had meat, flour, and rice for lunch. The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it and the cravings became.

Old Master Song sat calmly in the main room, smoking opium. He had never taken the Song family seriously; he had kept them under his thumb his whole life.

"Father, Father! Song Feng kicked me out of the house!"

As soon as Song the eldest entered the door, he complained to his father that Song Feng had really frightened him today. That brat really didn't respect him or the old man at all.

"What do you say?"

"Dad, you don't know, this family eats so well. There's white flour, fine rice, meat, and a basket of eggs in the kitchen. I said I wanted to take some to show my respect to you, but they said that we've separated the family, and your life or death has nothing to do with them anymore. They forcibly took the things from my hands and even threw me out the door."

"Father, Song Feng and Su Shi have really grown up since leaving the old house. They don't respect you at all. They say it was clearly stated in the family division agreement that they have no further connection with the Song family. They even said that your life, health, and death are none of their concern. Now they're living the high life, but they won't give you a single grain of rice!"

"That beast! He really dares to say that?"

Seriously, when would I ever dare to lie to you!

"Did you tell him to come see me? If I don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think he can be in charge."

“I told him, and he said he won’t come back. Don’t bother calling him, it’s no use. Father, those guys are really spendthrifts. They’ve probably eaten all the money they earned.”

The old man could tell this family was having a hard time as soon as he closed his eyes.

If you eat and spend everything, you deserve to be poor for life!

“A family without an elder to manage things doesn’t know how to live. I can’t just watch them squander money like this. Eldest son, come with me to the third son’s house tonight. I’m the third son’s father. He’s gone, so I have to help his kids out.”

"Yes, Father, the house is in complete chaos without anyone in charge. That Zhao woman, Fang Youcai's wife, eats and drinks for free at the third son's house every day. I just saw her take a piece of meat with her when she left the yard."

Old Man Song's face darkened. He wouldn't give it to the Yue family, humph. What an ungrateful wretch! From now on, no matter how much he earns, he'll have to hand it over to him obediently.

Fang Xiaoning cooked, and Su Shi, having been frightened, went inside to lie down for a while. It was still early, so Song Feng went to work in the fields, doing what he could. The sooner the harvest was finished, the sooner he could have peace of mind.

At noon, carrying the freshly harvested crops and the helpers, I returned to the dilapidated courtyard.

In the courtyard, Fang Xiaoning had already moved the table out, and Song An had also set out the stools. Su Shi was serving the dishes.

"You're back. Wash your face and wipe your sweat. There's some herbal tea on the table, drink a bowl quickly."

Knowing how hard they work, Fang Xiaoning cooked a large pot of brown rice, adding a third of refined rice. They've been eating like this lately; refined rice is good for health, but brown rice is also beneficial.

Instead of making cold noodles, she prepared a huge bowl of cold mung bean jelly, cabbage and meatball soup, stir-fried radish chunks with meat, stir-fried chicken with chili peppers, stewed eggplant with minced meat, and scrambled eggs with scallions. Each dish was an exceptionally large portion. The chicken was an extra addition, as the village chief was invited for this meal.

They had just finished washing when the village chief arrived at the gate. He didn't know that the Song family had come to cause trouble; he only knew that Song Feng had asked him to come eat with him in the fields, saying he had a lot to do and looked very serious. Worried, he went home, dried himself off, and hurried over.

Seeing so many delicious dishes, including brown rice, the three young men at the table couldn't help but look at each other in disbelief. Were they really eating something this good?

"Village chief, please sit down!"

"Fengzi, what's up?"

"Uncle, let's talk after we finish eating."

“Hey,” she looked down and said, “You’re spending too much. You should be more frugal with your money. There are so many other places where you need to spend money. Don’t do this again next time.”

"Okay, Uncle. Let's eat! Everyone, eat some vegetables!"

After the village chief served himself some food, the others followed suit. "Xiao Ning's cooking skills are really good!" the village chief praised after taking a bite of the stewed eggplant. No wonder he can make food to sell; his wife, who had been at the stove for decades, didn't have this level of culinary skill.