The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Young lady, you probably haven't inquired about the price of mules. This is a mule, a fully grown mule. Take a closer look!"

"Oh, the prices offered by the owner seem to be different from what I heard!"

The mule seller: a greedy mouth.

"Boss, if you're sincere in selling, I'm sincere in buying. Let's give you a fair price."

The mule seller: ...

"13 taels?"

Why is he being so unreliable? He was clearly offering a fair price.

"12 taels."

How much can one tael of silver buy? How much does her family earn in a day?

"I really can't sell it for this price. Look at this mule, in the whole market, is there anything better than mine? I would have sold it long ago for 12 taels!" The mule seller waved his hands repeatedly. Although this price was the market price, his animal was good, and he couldn't sell it so cheaply.

"I won't haggle, 12 taels and 1 mace, how about it?" Seeing that he really wouldn't sell, Fang Xiaoning added 100 wen.

"12 taels and 8 mace, take it or leave it. Any less, no deal!"

Watching the two of them go back and forth, cutting the mule bit by bit, the driver felt like he was just a tool to watch over the mule.

This was the first time Song Feng had ever realized that his wife was such a good negotiator.

Finally, she bought the mule for 12 taels and 5 mace, 500 wen more than she had expected. Fang Xiaoning's heart ached. But what could she do? The mule wouldn't sell, and she had her eye on another one.

“Young lady, this mule was a worthwhile purchase. It’s in its prime for work and can be used for at least another twenty years.”

Seeing her distress, the driver offered words of comfort.

Over twenty years, averaging less than one or two ounces a year seems acceptable.

"Sir, where can we build a carriage? We'd like to build one." Since we're already here, let's get everything we need at once.

"You guys come with me!"

The carriages were readily available; they chose large solid wood carriages for five taels of silver. Fang Xiaoning felt that since they had already bought them, there was no need to be stingy; they should get the good configuration so that it would be comfortable to use at home.

She lost nearly twenty taels of silver on the trip, but she got her first carriage, so she was still happy.

As I left the shop, the sun was high in the sky.

"Master, let's go have a meal first. After the meal, I'll trouble you to teach me how to drive."

"Okay, driving is easy to learn. You'll get the hang of it as you drive back."

None of them were picky eaters, so they each had a bowl of noodles at a nearby noodle stall. Fang Xiaoning also bought a few meat buns, and they ate to their hearts' content.

Driving was indeed not difficult; in less than half an hour, Song Feng had mastered the technique, and the coachman kept praising him for being clever.

On the way back, the driver picked up another passenger who was also returning. They drove their own mule cart behind the driver, and the two carts headed towards Qing Shi Town together.

Song Feng not only rushed to catch the bus, but also kept track of the route. Xiao Ning said that he needed to remember the route clearly so that he could buy New Year's goods in the county town!

Upon arriving in Qingshi Town, they gave the driver an extra 10 coins to thank him for helping them buy the livestock and teaching them how to drive. The shopkeeper also thought the mule they had chosen was excellent and praised it highly.

This time, Fang Xiaoning was a little worried: where to put the cart?

"Why don't we leave it here at the shop for now, and then you can come back to sell it tomorrow?" the shopkeeper suggested.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, shopkeeper." Song Feng bowed and thanked the shopkeeper, who had been helping him a lot over the past few months.

It was getting late, so Song Feng stopped exchanging pleasantries and left with Fang Xiaoning. He planned to bring the goods back tomorrow; they didn't weigh much anyway, and then push the cart back home.

As soon as they reached the village entrance, the villagers, who were carrying bowls, were incredibly excited to see Song Feng driving a mule cart. Mule carts were something they only ever saw when they went to town, and this one was even better and bigger than any they'd seen in town!

Young Master Song, where did you get that mule cart?

"Hey kid, why are you driving a mule cart back? Whose is it?" a nosy woman asked.

"Newly bought."

He'd be delivering goods by car every day from then on, so it couldn't be hidden. Besides, there was nothing to hide; he wasn't stealing or robbing.

The crowd erupted in uproar. Everyone stopped eating and surrounded him. "You bought it? You bought a mule?"

"Yes, it'll make delivery easier. It's getting late, uncles and aunts, I'll head back now, we can talk again another day."

When others heard him say that, they instinctively made way for him.

A few days ago, I heard Old Song, who drives an oxcart in the village, say that Feng had made something of himself, delivering goods to big restaurants in town. Of course they knew he had made something of himself; he had built a big brick house and even bought furniture in town that they had never seen before.

But what they didn't know was that besides building a house and buying furniture, he even had money to buy a mule cart. In such a short time, he had both a house and a cart.

In just a few months, Song Feng went from being the poorest and most destitute person in Zaoshu Village to becoming a star performer!

Who would believe this!