The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

When Song Feng returned, Fang Xiaoning asked him to deliver a bowl of fish to the village chief, keeping five jin for herself. She felt that five jin of fish was more than enough for them, as the fish wouldn't taste good if left uneaten.

Fang Youcai watched from the yard, heartbroken. This spendthrift brat, he would share any good food he could find, his hands were so wide open, he didn't know who he took after.

"It's time to eat!"

Tiezhu and Gou Dan now love eating at their brother-in-law's house the most. They only realized how good their eldest sister's cooking was after she got married. It's such a pity, such a pity, that the Wang family got to enjoy it for several years.

Xia Ning looked at the bare plates, then at Fang Youcai sitting in the corner, rubbing his belly, and was really afraid he'd stuffed himself to death. He'd cleared out all that food by himself.

"Dad, get up and walk around."

"I'm not leaving. I want to go home and sleep for a while. It's most comfortable to eat and sleep well."

Are you perhaps a reincarnated pig? You eat your fill and sleep, sleep your fill and eat, never moving, only to be stabbed at the end of the year.

In the afternoon, Song Feng was busy building the house, while Fang Xiaoning went to the field to cut chives. This piece of land was a reclaimed wasteland; apart from growing some vegetables, it couldn't grow any other crops.

The chives grew wildly, one crop after another. Fang Xiaoning picked a whole basketful, and even then, she had only harvested less than a fifth of them. She couldn't possibly finish them all.

Did Song Feng used to survive on chives? Why grow so many?

"Fang Xiaoning, you're shameless, following me all the way here?" Wang Defa looked at her with disdain, knowing that this woman still couldn't forget him, and that her breaking off the engagement and marrying someone else was just an impulsive act.

"Let me tell you, I'm already married. It's too late for you to regret it now."

"Are you blind? Can't you see what I'm doing?" You're already married, but you don't even realize what kind of person you married. You're practically a cuckold and you still don't know it. You idiot.

"Stop making excuses, you're just here to seduce me."

“Wang Defa, face is a good thing. I hope you have some shame. My husband is taller and more handsome than you, and he’s also rich. So tell me, how can you compare to him?”

"Fang Xiaoning!"

Damn it, it's so loud, it's making her ears itchy.

"A good dog doesn't block the way, please move aside."

Wang Defa: ...

Fang Xiaoning ignored him, picked up her basket and walked away. There was no point in talking to a narcissist like him; he wouldn't listen anyway.

Wang Defa watched her retreating figure, showing no sign of lingering, and gripped his book tighter. He hadn't been able to concentrate on his studies lately, so he came out for a walk to clear his head. From afar, he saw Fang Xiaoning cutting chives, and inexplicably, he kept watching, watching...

He said those things at the end, thinking that the woman would take the opportunity to admit that she missed him. He was deliberately scolding her and confiding in her. Who knew that even after they got married, he was still an unromantic fool.

How could Song Feng stand being with such an unfeminine woman every day?

Thinking of his charming wife at home, Wang Defa felt a little weak in the knees; being too enthusiastic didn't seem like a good idea.

"You cut so much?"

"We'll eat chives tomorrow morning too, Mom. Feng-ge planted so many, they'll all get too old if we don't eat them soon."

"Yes, chives are easy to grow and can be harvested repeatedly, saving on seeds. Fengzi plants a lot of them every year."

Oh my god, it turns out it was to save on seeds, this person is really...

"I'll go clean up, you go to the kitchen and chop the meat." She couldn't chop the minced meat properly.

"it is good."

My mother-in-law is a delicate flower, but she's a rough person who has to do all the hard work.

She used all-white flour for the dumpling wrappers today; the rough flour has large particles, which greatly affects the texture.

The kitchen door was closed, and the three people sat together making dumplings.

When Song Feng returned, he saw this scene and felt very warm.

"Brother Feng, take this to my mother covered with a cloth curtain, take the basket, and go cut half a basket of chives and two bunches of scallions too, for tomorrow morning."

We made a lot of dumplings tonight, and we used up almost all of the chives.

"Is this curtain enough?" At most fifty or sixty people, my father-in-law could probably handle it all by himself.

"I put two layers on, that's enough." She wasn't going to be full, just satisfying her cravings. Any more, and she was afraid Zhao would nag her again tomorrow. Besides, even though there were only four of them at her in-laws' house, they ate quite a lot.

Song An can eat about thirty or forty dumplings, and her mother-in-law and she can eat that many too. Song Feng can eat at least seventy or eighty dumplings.

So, the four of them will need nearly two hundred dumplings. Adding the ones for the wife's family, they'll need to make over three hundred for one meal, and then they'll run out of chives!

Zhao received the news at noon and, upon seeing a tray of dumplings, accepted them after a few polite words.

After everyone left, she lifted the gauze and saw the two layers of dumplings stacked on top of each other. She stomped her foot angrily, "You brat!"