The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The next day, it was another bright and sunny day!

"Mom, you and Xiao An, come out and soak up the sun, it's so refreshing!"

"Hey, it's here, it's here!"

“Mother, next year, let’s dig a well in the backyard. From then on, we can do whatever we need in the house in the backyard, fence it off, and not let anyone in.”

“Okay, you can discuss it with Fengzi. Xiao Ning, in a couple of days, go and order a few jars. Our family is going to pickle vegetables too.”

How much are you pickling this year?

In Northeast China, people pickle cabbage and radishes to prepare for winter, then hibernate. They carry loads of cabbage home, one truckload at a time, with great enthusiasm.

"Two cylinders are necessary, right?"

"it is good."

She thought they would deliver it in the evening, but she didn't see them until dark.

The Zhou family arrived first. "Why are you so late?"

"I saw people in the village chatting after eating, but I didn't want anyone to see them."

Well, taking something feels like stealing.

Fang Xiaoning had them carry all their things into the storeroom. Everyone's baskets were about the same size, and each basket cost five coins, so the calculation was quick.

"Girl, girl!"

Before he arrived, his voice preceded his arrival: the gluttonous father was here.

"Your mother and brother are in the back!"

"Why are they being picky too?"

"It's all because of your grandma. She picked out some for home a few days ago, and now we have to help her pick them out to sell. It's exhausting."

“I have a cart here, you can push it over.”

"If we have a good relationship, it saves a lot of effort."

"Uncle Zhou, it's too much effort for you to push things around in a cart."

"Hey, I would have forgotten that you could push it if you hadn't mentioned it. I must have been stupid."

The village chief delivered it, a whole truckload. That's why he's a village chief; he's smarter than others and knows what's the easiest way to get things done.

They're all villagers, working in the fields year after year. Every household has a cart or a wheelbarrow.

Under the moonlight, the village of Zaoshu was quiet except for the occasional bark of a dog. Cart after cart of acorns was pushed into the Song family's courtyard. Fang Xiaoning would pay for each cartload, thankfully she had enough copper coins.

These people must have stripped the oak trees bare. The families who received the copper coins were overjoyed and thanked them profusely before leaving.

"Mother, I'm exhausted today. Tomorrow you have to talk to my brother-in-law and make sure I get some money for my hard work. Also, you have to give me some money; I was the one who carried most of the acorns home."

Zhao clutched her purse. "Fang Youcai, part of this money is for repairing our courtyard, and part is for paying off our debts."

"I'll pay you back next year."

"Fang Youcai, please have some shame. Year after year, you have the face but I have none. Alright, stop talking nonsense. Here's 10 coins for your pocket money. That's all I have."

"What can this amount of money do? I should have known better than to be so picky. It's exhausting."

Zhao glared at him, "Did my daughter give you less money every month? Did she skimp on your food and drink? Now everything in the house costs money. You better shut up. If you keep making a fuss, believe me, I won't give you even 10 coins!"

Fang Youcai: ...

He kept quiet, planning to secretly ask his brother-in-law for money when he came tomorrow. After all, he had to give him a tip for his trouble.

That fierce woman, I'd rather not tell her.

The next day, behind Zhao's back, the shameless Fang Youcai secretly used the 20 coins he had extorted from his brother-in-law to buy himself an extra meal.

Fang Youcai, who was happily eating in the abandoned hut, felt someone patting his shoulder. It must be his imagination. How could there be someone here, unless it's a ghost?

ghost?

"Ghost!"

He was smacked hard on the head. "What ghost? It's your old man!"

"Dad, are you trying to scare me to death?" Fang Youcai complained, touching his wildly beating heart.

"I'm asking you, what are you doing hiding here?" The old man had been following him ever since he bought his things, all the way. The more he followed, the more speechless he became. This spineless wretch, didn't he have any shame? Didn't he feel embarrassed?

"You saw it, didn't you?" he said, sitting back down and continuing to sneak a bite.