The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"No, go cook."

"Oh."

"Xiao Ning?"

"It's alright. Don't I know what kind of person my mother is? My father is really outrageous. I don't know how a grown man can be so lazy and unambitious. Sometimes when I think about it, I can't blame my grandfather for looking down on him. He really is a disappointment."

Things will get better.

"It's not something he achieved through hard work that will get better."

Doesn't the father-in-law have any pride?

After dinner, Fang Xiaoning took out the hawthorn cake that had been hanging for most of the day. It had solidified into a block and was dark red in color. Because brown sugar was added, the color was much darker and it was not as crystal clear.

"Xiao An, Mom, try it, is it still sour and astringent?"

“The way you style the red fruit looks quite nice.”

It would look even better with white sugar!

Fang Xiaoning tried a piece; it was sweet and sour, quite appetizing. It wasn't particularly delicious, but it was so addictive. It tasted similar to the fruit leather she'd had before.

"It's actually quite delicious, and it would make a great little snack."

"Hmm, I think it tastes better than dried fruit."

"I also think it tastes good; it doesn't have any astringent taste at all."

"Brother Feng, take him to town tomorrow, along with Guoba. If you don't want him at the restaurant, ask around at the snack shops. Remember, we're not selling him."

"Okay, what price?"

"Crispy rice crust is expensive. It's made from fine rice, and it also needs oil and seasonings. A pound of crispy rice crust would cost at least 50 coins. Red fruit cake requires a lot of brown sugar, so it would cost 25 coins a pound."

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

"The hawthorn cake is called hawthorn cake."

"Ai!"

If she can sell them, she plans to hand over this job to her mother, and then she will do it from home, delivering goods, and Song Feng can deliver them along the way.

The next day, before Song Feng had even left, it started to drizzle, and judging by the intensity, the rain might get heavier.

"Fengzi, it's raining, how are you going to get to town?"

"Brother Feng, let's charter an oxcart."

"Hey! I'm leaving now, you guys hurry inside."

Fang Xiaoning looked up at the sky. Each autumn rain brought a chill; it was going to get cold again. Then came the rain and the snow, and Song Feng's daily walk to town was truly a hardship.

"Mother, let's buy a mule cart."

"what!"

Still worried about her son, Su looked at her daughter-in-law in bewilderment. How did the conversation turn to buying a mule cart? She had never even seen a mule before, and there hadn't been one in Zaoshu Village for so many years.

“It’s getting colder every day, and it’s too much of a hardship for Brother Feng to travel back and forth, especially on rainy days when it’s difficult to travel. I wonder how much a mule cart costs. If possible, let’s buy one. We can deliver every day, and it would be just right for our family use.”

"If you're going to buy something, why not buy a cow?"

“Mother, we don’t have much land, and neither does my family. If we buy an ox, after we finish the work, all the villagers will come to borrow it. Should we lend it or not? The Song family’s old house is coming to borrow it. What if they don’t return it? Or what if so many people borrow it and the ox dies from exhaustion? Everyone cares about their own livestock. Buying a mule cart would be perfect for us. We need to deliver goods every day, and it’s convenient for setting up a stall in the summer. The mule cart can also carry a cargo box, so we can ride it when we go to town. It’s very convenient.”

Mrs. Su was tempted. "Then let's discuss it when Fengzi comes back. If we can afford it, we'll buy it."

"Ah."

The little money she had painstakingly saved was about to run out again. Money is hard to earn, but it's certainly easy to spend.

The oxcarts in the village had handcarts behind them, which had no canopy. Song Feng covered them all with tarpaulins to keep the goods from getting wet in the rain.

Normally, oxcarts wouldn't be used on rainy days, but Song Feng gave him twenty coins, and for the sake of the money, he agreed to make the trip. Both of them wore raincoats and headed into the city.

"You're here! Oh dear, your clothes are all wet. Come, come, let me wipe you down."

Song Feng wiped his face, thinking of the coachman waiting outside, "Boss, there's an oxcart waiting for me outside. I shouldn't have been delayed, but I made two more dishes at home and wanted to show them to you."

"Okay, let me take a look." Looking at his soaked clothes, sigh, he really had a tough time.

"This is rice crust, and this is hawthorn cake. Please try some."

"Shouldn't you two be selling yourselves at a pastry shop?"

"Hmm, if you don't want it here, I'll go and take it to a pastry shop to ask."

The shopkeeper looked at the rain outside and the oxcart at the door. "Leave it there. I know that owner well. When the rain gets lighter, I'll go ask him for you."

"Alright, thank you very much, shopkeeper. You've worked hard! Rice crackers are 50 coins, and hawthorn cakes are 25 coins per catty."

It's really not cheap.

"Okay, leave it there. You can deliver it tomorrow, and I'll get back to you."

"Hmm, you should try some too. The crispy rice crust is something my family says can be a good snack with drinks, similar to peanuts." "Okay, go ahead, it's raining heavily, hurry back!"

"Ai!"

After delivering the goods, Song Feng walked out of the restaurant with a happy smile.

"Young man Feng, you've even started doing business with a big restaurant! You're really something!"

The coachman said enviously. Normally, he wouldn't even dare stop at the entrance of a restaurant, let alone go inside, for fear of offending someone important.

But Song Feng just walked in without any hesitation, and the waiter at the door was very polite to him.