The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

As the sun began to set, the widower finally escaped her clutches, clutching his aching back and staggering down the mountain. "Pig, you might as well go hungry tonight. Skipping a meal won't kill you." Lately, he'd probably developed a phobia of that straw mat; it was too damn terrifying. When did people who used to beg for mercy become so reckless? Damn it, it's all because of that useless Wang Defa; look how much he's tempted Lotus...

Watching the widower flee in disarray, Cui Hehua slowly stood up, covered her mouth and laughed for a while, then jokingly cursed, "You rascal!"

She rubbed her aching lower back and descended the mountain with immense satisfaction. It seemed that although she had been thoroughly worn out at the Wang family's place recently, her body had become much stronger. Before, her legs would have been weak, but today, they were twice as strong, and she felt not only not tired, but also incredibly refreshed.

Carrying pig feed on her back, Cui Hehua strode home with a brisk pace, in high spirits...

I overdid it today, so I'll have to eat an extra cornbread tonight. I'll also hide one to eat during the night, hehe...

Wang Defa felt that his wife was acting strangely lately. Even though he rarely made love, she no longer clung to him like before. She worked every day, yet her mood was always cheerful. And recently, she seemed to have become more radiant and alluring.

Can chopping wood every day really make you more beautiful? Could it be that there's some kind of spiritual energy in the mountains?

Looking at his wife's face, which had regained its rosy glow, Wang Defa, whose head was spinning from studying, couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. His wife was indeed not comparable to Fang Xiaoning, a mere village woman; even if she worked hard every day and was rough around the edges, she could still recover in a few days.

Cui Hehua could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression. She rolled her eyes and looked down. "Incompetent and troublesome," that perfectly described her husband.

Okay, I'll have to find someone to vent my frustrations again tomorrow...

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"Dad, what should I do?"

Old Song, who had already been to the construction site three times, hung his head dejectedly. He had gone with high hopes each time, only to return empty-handed each time. Now, he didn't even have the confidence to go anymore. He felt ashamed to walk around the village now. The villagers often pointed and gossiped about him, and some who weren't on good terms with him would even make sarcastic remarks to his face.

These humiliations were inflicted on him by the third brother's family, whom he despised the most, and he hadn't gained a single penny in return. He was filled with resentment but didn't know what to do, so he could only turn to his elderly father for help.

“Let them build it. There are more than a dozen households in the village working for them and earning money, so naturally they’ll help them. Besides, there’s the village chief and the foreman. You can’t beat them, and we won’t get any credit either. Once the house is built, we can go over and have a leisurely chat. It’s okay for Grandpa to stay in his grandson’s new house for a couple of days!”

"Father, you're right!"

The eldest son's eyes lit up. As long as his father could enter the family, once the door was opened, wouldn't they be able to use it as an excuse to visit the old man and develop a relationship? Gradually, wouldn't the third son's family become the Song family as well?

That's great! The new house is a bit out of the way, but the house itself is nice. When the time comes, we can kick the third son's family out, they can live in the old house, and they can live in the new house. Perfect!

Keep building, keep tidying it up, the better they'll be in the future!

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"Mom, Feng and I are going to find a carpenter tomorrow to discuss making furniture. Would you like to come with us and take a look at the styles?"

Su shook her head. She didn't want to step out of the courtyard. The outside world filled her with fear, even if she didn't leave Zaoshu Village.

Where is Xiao An?

Song An shook his head even more vigorously. He didn't want to go out; he wanted to stay at home with his mother.

Fang Xiaoning sighed inwardly. Xiao An had finally gained some confidence and become a little more lively, but that damned Song Laoda came over a couple of days ago, calling her a cripple and a good-for-nothing. Well, she got hurt and has now retreated back into her shell.

The road ahead is long and arduous; it's uncertain how long it will take for him to regain his confidence this time.

Son of a bitch!

late at night.

The young couple inside were still awake.

“Brother Feng, Xiao An can’t stay like this. I’ll talk to Tie Zhu and ask them to come and play with him more often in the future.”

"Okay, Xiao An is very sensitive. I'll try my best to keep these people away from the courtyard in the future." He was angry, but what could he do? The deed was done.

"Okay, what kind of furniture do we want to make?"

"I don't know, you decide for yourself, choose what you like. I also don't know the price of the furniture, whether it's expensive or not?"