The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Yes, Brother Feng is so lucky, your wife's cooking is really delicious!"

"No wonder it costs 8 coins a bowl, it's jelly, right? It's so smooth and tender!"

"It's spicy, and really kicky!"

"The same goes for the stir-fried chicken; I just can't stop eating the chicken and the chili."

The village chief ate while simultaneously lamenting the cost. A single meal, just the cold noodles alone, cost tens of coins, a chicken over a hundred coins, not to mention the meat, eggs…

Every bite costs money...

Su Shi, along with Fang Xiaoning and Song An, ate in the kitchen. These days, women weren't served at the men's table.

The food on the table was completely eaten, and even the broth was used by the young men to mix with their rice. Not a single grain of rice remained in the pot. Fang Xiaoning watched with admiration, and she really wanted to ask them if they were still hungry.

After finishing their meal and cleaning up the dishes, the three young men took a straw mat in the yard, found a shady spot, and lay down. They would go back to work in the fields after a while.

Song Feng and the village chief remained seated at the table. Fang Xiaoning brought each of them a bowl of cold tea.

"What's the matter?"

If I had known, I would have told him after dinner. Why did he come over for dinner? It was such a waste of a chicken.

“Village chief, my uncle came by today. He wanted to take everything from the kitchen, but I arrived home just in time and stopped him. Judging from his expression, he won’t give up. My grandfather did the same; he said he was the one who sent them.”

The village chief fell silent. Every family has its own troubles, and Old Song's family's are especially difficult.

"What do you think?"

If Song Feng still has any kinship ties with the old house, things will be difficult in the future. The Song family will definitely take advantage of them, leaving nothing but scraps. If Song Feng is determined not to associate with them, they won't be able to either, but he can at least put in a good word for them.

"I don't really want to. The family has already separated, there's no reason for them to get back together. Everything will be done according to the written agreement."

This child has a clear mind.

The village chief looked at him approvingly, "Now that you've made up your mind, what are you worried about?"

“I’m afraid they’ll cause trouble when I’m not around. You know, my mother and brother are in poor health and have weak personalities.”

The village chief fell silent. If the Song family couldn't get away with this from Song Feng, they would definitely cause trouble while he was away. And since they lived in such a remote place, it was understandable that he couldn't keep an eye on them.

What do you mean?

"Uncle, I've thought about it for a long time, but I still can't rest easy. Could you lend me your dog, Dahei, for a while?"

village head:……

It turns out she had her eye on his dog.

"What if it bites someone?"

"I'll take care of it." He knew the village chief's dog, Dahei, very well. After two days of training, it would be perfectly obedient. He knew the Song family well; they were a bunch of cowards. A few barks from Dahei and no one would dare to bang on the door.

Besides, a loud bark from a dog can attract other people in the neighborhood. After the autumn harvest, when they start building their house, he'll be even less afraid. If no one's around, they can help him with the work and even look after his family.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you after I finish my work this afternoon. Don't feed it, okay? Otherwise it'll cause trouble when we get home."

"understood."

He took a sip of the iced tea and said, "Why is your tea so cold?"

"Of course it's cold, Uncle likes it. I'll deliver a bucket to your house every day."

Is it expensive?

"It doesn't cost any money and it's easy to do, but I'm also selling now, so..."

He felt genuinely embarrassed that he couldn't share his recipe in this sweltering heat. Because he was selling it, revealing it would cut off his business. He planned to wait until next year, when things were better, to distribute the herbal tea recipe.

"I understand, I understand, no need to say anything more. I'm going back now. If you can't get rid of Old Song's family, just have someone call me."

"Yes, thank you, Uncle."

After the village chief left, Song Feng and Fang Xiaoning went to take a nap. Song Feng expressed his guilt, saying, "It's nothing. We'll just boil a few more buckets every day, and give one bucket to each of the families we know."

"to make."

“Brother Feng, let’s stay up a little later tonight. Let’s find a different place to hide the silver at home. I’m afraid that if the people from the old house break in, they’ll take the silver and we’ll be left with nothing.”

Today, it was fortunate that they returned in time, and that Boss Song was so blinded by the things in the kitchen that he didn't think of anything else. What a close call! Inside the house was all their wealth.

Song Feng was wide awake and sat up straight. "You're right. If they break in, they'll definitely rummage around looking for money."

"Let's find a safe place to hide tonight. Don't buy any more food in the kitchen for now. We go to town every day, so we can just bring our own." Even if they come, there's nothing for them to carry.

“You’re right. Buy less of everything in the future. Ask Mother later. Didn’t we give her some pocket money? And Xiao An has a few dozen coins too. Bring them all over.”

Fang Xiaoning was speechless. Was this guy planning to leave the family penniless? Fine, anyway, no one in the family goes out, they can buy whatever they need.

Wang family.

Cui Hehua felt like dying. That damned old hag, Song, actually made her go to the fields to harvest rice. All the women in the Wang family, except for her mother-in-law, had to work in the fields. But her husband, Wang Defa, used studying as an excuse, so he didn't have to work. Not only did he not have to work, but he also got an egg every day to nourish himself. The old man of the Wang family, being old and having many children, also didn't have to work in the fields. He didn't work, but he supervised the work in the fields, constantly watching her, making her suffer terribly.

In just half a day, she bent over to cut rice, her old back aching terribly. If she cut too slowly, the old man would scold her, his voice so loud that the nearby villagers could hear him. Everyone laughed at her, and she felt both ashamed and angry, but dared not retaliate, so she could only bury her head and frantically cut the rice.

She's a young woman, yet he insisted she keep up with several men's pace. That old bastard is truly heartless; he yells at her if she's even a little slow. Now, she lies on the kang (heated brick bed) like a dead dog, not wanting to move at all. The thought of continuing into the afternoon, the autumn harvest just beginning, makes her want to cry.

Why is it that Fang Xiaoning, that bitch, only has to go to town every day and doesn't have to do any heavy or tiring work? While she's exhausted, her husband won't even pour her a glass of water.

She couldn't understand, she really couldn't understand, why she was the one suffering and toiling away, what was wrong with her?

How much money did Song Feng actually make from his street vending?

Why didn't he let Fang Xiaoning harvest the rice? Why did he insist on hiring someone else? Wasn't that woman supposed to be incredibly capable despite her humble origins?

"Lotus, pour me a glass of water." Wang Defa, who was reading, was a little thirsty and said to his wife lying on the bed.

Cui Hehua:......

Drink, drink, drink until your grandma dies and you have to cut off her legs! She's thirsty too, but she's enduring it just the same. She doesn't even want to pour her own water, yet she wants to pour it for you. How dare you? You're always dead at home, never moving an inch. Would it kill you to lift a finger?

Cui Hehua's anger was reaching its peak. She closed her eyes, stuck out her buttocks, and ignored Wang Defa.