The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"I'm sure, Uncle Song. Building it like this was probably originally intended to swindle money. How much silver is needed?"

Foreman Song was already in a state of shock. This kid wasn't selling cold noodles, he was selling gold. How did he have so much money left over?

"It will probably cost around 50 taels. But why did you build the wall so high? Mud brick walls work just fine; you don't necessarily need a brick wall."

The village chief nodded in agreement. "What kind of wealthy family does this? They need to put on such a show. Does his mother know about this kid's antics?"

“Fifty taels, okay, Uncle, let’s build it like this. I’ll leave everything else to you and Uncle Village Chief.”

"Really to build it like this?" Foreman Song asked uncertainly. It was windy today, and he felt like his hearing wasn't working very well.

"real."

“Fengzi, you can’t waste money like this. Does your mother know about this? No, why are you building such a high wall?” The village chief tried to persuade him earnestly, but in his opinion, it was a complete waste.

“Uncle Village Chief, you know that Mom and Xiao An are both in poor health and have a lot of things to do at home. Xiao Ning and I are not at home most of the time. If the wall is higher, everyone will feel more at ease.”

The village chief looked at their puppy, then at his own silly dog ​​who was happily playing by himself, and thought to himself, "They're treating Old Song's house like a thief's den!"

"Alright, every family has its own problems. He just wants peace of mind, what else can he say?" "Okay, we'll do it your way. Your Uncle Song and I will go and recruit people to do the work this afternoon."

"Hey, let's build the wall and gate first. When we buy the materials for the house, we won't need to hire someone to watch over it. It's getting cold, and it's easy to catch a cold if we sleep outside."

"Yes, the village chief and I will go order the bricks now, and we'll discuss the workers when we get back."

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle."

He really didn't have time; the stall couldn't be shut down, so he outsourced everything to the foreman. With the village chief overseeing things, he felt at ease. Besides, Foreman Song was from the village, and he knew him well—he was an honest and reliable person.

After seeing the village chief and foreman off, he returned to the dilapidated house. "So, how much silver do you want?"

Su and Song An also stared at Song Feng expectantly. It was their new house, and they were very concerned about it too.

"About 50 taels, we'll start work tomorrow."

Fang Xiaoning was relieved. 50 taels! She still had some savings left. That was good.

"Our family has so much silver?" Madam Su was somewhat dazed. Fifty taels of silver was a lot of money. If it were converted into copper coins, it could probably kill her. You have to understand, just a few months ago, her family couldn't even come up with five copper coins.

"Yes, Mother, you just need to wait to move into the new house. And when it does, you'll get the biggest room!"

"The biggest one is for you and Fengzi. Why would I need such a big place? I'm even afraid of space!"

Fang Xiaoning smiled but didn't say anything. The main house was definitely meant for the elders; how could she live there?

“Mom, during the time we’re building the house, there will definitely be people coming and going every day. If you’re not used to it, just stay inside. We’ll be back at noon, and my mom will be here in the morning too, so don’t be afraid.”

"By the way, let's move the washing of the cold noodles indoors. Our kitchen is drafty, and we don't want anyone with ulterior motives to see in."

"Okay, okay, I'll wash inside with your mother tomorrow and close the door. Xiao Ning, I'm worried that people from the old house will definitely come once they find out we're building a house."

Her greatest fear was her father-in-law. Every time he stared at her, her heart trembled. His old eyes were sinister and menacing, sending chills down her spine.

"Mom, what are you afraid of? Starting tomorrow, everyone in the family will be helping out, and the village chief will be there too. They won't be able to cause any trouble, don't worry. If all else fails, just let the dogs bite him."

Song An nodded. "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will protect Mother." If anyone dares to lay a hand on his mother, he will have the village chief's dog bite them. He has been feeding this dog recently, and it is very close to him.

Su Shi: ...

"Our little An has grown up!"

In the afternoon, the village chief began recruiting people. The news that Song Feng's family was going to build a house, a brick and tile house, spread faster and caused a greater sensation than the news of them hiring people for the autumn harvest.

Extra! Extra! The village's impoverished residents are going to build houses!

I heard that it was built as the best house in the village, a row of blue brick and tile houses.

After the autumn harvest, Fang Youcai, now with some free time, sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), took out a bag of peanuts from his pocket, popped one into his mouth, and said, "Damn it, my son-in-law is building a house, so I, as his father-in-law, have to go and help out!"

Zhao looked at him warily, "What are you planning to do now?"

"I just want to help him buy some things, check on the workers, and be a little supervisor. What do you think?"

So he was just trying to swindle money. I knew this guy was up to no good.

"Do you think you can do it? Your daughter went to the village chief. If you think you're better, why don't you go find your daughter?"

Fang Youcai choked. That brat was ruthless. He was terrified of her. He wanted to live a few more days by finding her.

"Speaking of which, we should help our son-in-law build a house."

"There's hope!" Fang Youcai sat up straight.