The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Song Feng understood. Since his father-in-law wouldn't lend a hand, he certainly wouldn't either. After all, he was just a grandson-in-law, two levels removed from the relationship.

"I understand. All the money in our family is in your hands. If you don't hand it over, I have no money to lend you, right?"

Fang Xiaoning nodded. She was afraid he would be too embarrassed to agree, and that would be the end of it. She still needed to find time to talk to her mother-in-law. Apart from the families who had helped them, especially the village chief, she could help them out. As for the others, she should just brush them off for now, no matter who asked her for money in the future.

You can't open the door to lending money; if you do, things will go wrong, and the whole village will rush to take advantage of you.

No amount of wealth can be enough to squander.

The next day, when the rooster crowed, Fang Xiaoning got up to make breakfast. When it got colder and the rooster stopped laying eggs, she would kill it and eat it. The rooster crowed every day, it was so noisy.

Song Feng was busy fetching water and changing the water for the acorns.

Song An was feeding the chickens, and Su was washing clothes by the well. The small courtyard was a scene of bustling activity.

“Brother Feng, we have a fire wall at home, and we need a lot of firewood because it’s cold. It’s too much trouble for you to chop it all by yourself. Go and tell the Zhou and Wang families that we need to collect firewood and ask them to send over any extras they have.”

What's the price?

"Isn't a load of firewood three copper coins in the city? We'll buy it at that price too, and even more, because we need a lot in the winter. It's getting cold, and the tofu needs to be kept warm so it doesn't freeze."

"Okay, I'll tell them when I run into them this afternoon that they've been cutting firewood on the mountain every day lately." With winter approaching, every household is now stockpiling firewood, especially those with dilapidated houses, who need to store even more.

After seeing Song Feng off, Fang Xiaoning squatted by the well washing the hawthorn berries, which are wild hawthorns. They weren't as big as the ones in later generations. After washing them clean, she took a bite, "Ugh..." Besides being sour, they also had a bitter taste. No wonder such a poor little mountain village didn't eat this stuff.

Buckled teeth!

This stuff can't be used to make candied hawthorn skewers.

After washing all the candied hawthorns, she moved a small stool and removed the pits and the black spots from the bottom. Seeing this, Song An moved a stool and joined her. Meanwhile, Su was making shoes for them in the sun.

"Be careful, don't cut your hand with the knife."

After removing all the hawthorn pits, we said, "Let's go cook the hawthorn berries."

She brought it to a boil over high heat, then simmered it for a while until the hawthorns softened, then scooped them out. Looking at the stone mill, Song Feng hadn't returned yet, so she decided to grind the hawthorns herself since there weren't many.

"Sister-in-law, let's wait for my brother to come back and grind it." He didn't expect to have to use a stone mill, and he was a little apprehensive. His brother usually didn't let his sister-in-law do such heavy work.

"It's okay, I'm very strong, I'm not tired. There's not much food, it'll be ready in a bit."

Cooked hawthorns are easy to cook; just push them around a few times.

She ground it again, the finer the better the texture. The ground hawthorn was then poured back into the pot and cooked. The ratio of hawthorn to brown sugar was approximately two to one.

"Xiao An, Little Fire!"

"Yes!"

The little guy really goes to great lengths for a bite to eat.

Simmer slowly over low heat; it's a slow and meticulous process. You have to stir constantly with a spatula to prevent the food from burning. "Xiao An, we can't make candied hawthorns. These fruits are too sour and astringent."

"This is fine with us." Seeing his sister-in-law busy making snacks for him all day, what else could he say? Even if the red fruit didn't taste good, he would still say it was delicious.

Fang Xiaoning stopped cooking when the mixture had thickened to a consistency that made stirring difficult. She poured the hawthorn cake into a bowl, smoothed the surface, and said, "Let's see if we can eat this tonight. I'm going to the well first."

Although it's getting colder, the bottom of the well is even colder, so the lumps will solidify faster.

At noon, when Song Feng returned home, he brought a large grass carp with him. He had seen it at the market while buying eggs and meat. It weighed a full five pounds. Such a large grass carp is not common, so he bought it. His wife cooked the fish, and it wasn't fishy at all.

"This is huge?"

"Yeah, I bought it because it's so big. Just make it however you like."

"If I see crucian carp for sale in the future, I'll buy some to make soup; it's very nourishing."

"Ai!"

Fish can be caught in rivers, and they're not expensive. At least, they're much cheaper than meat.

Fang Xiaoning looked at the grass carp and decided to make a sauerkraut fish dish. Sauerkraut was something they had plenty of at home.

"Don't go out now, I'm cooking."

"I'm going to fetch some firewood, I'll be right back." With that, he left the courtyard.

Seeing Su Shi get up, she said, "Mother, you continue making shoes, I'll cook, and Xiao An will help me with the fire."

"Ai!"

Cook the rice.

Grass carp, unlike snakehead fish, has more bones.