The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Ten days later, Fang Xiaoning, dressed in red, carrying a small bundle and two new quilts, rode in an oxcart borrowed by Song Feng, without even a red veil on her head, and married into the Song family.

Along the way, there were crowds of people who came out to watch the spectacle. The eldest daughter of the Fang family had married so poorly. It would have been better if she hadn't made a fuss and had married Wang Defa instead.

Fang Xiaoning tightened her grip on the bundle in her hands. Being stared at like a monkey was really embarrassing.

Wang Defa watched the departing oxcart with a mocking smile. What a cheapskate! She didn't want to enjoy a life of luxury at his house, but insisted on marrying someone who couldn't even get enough to eat.

As expected at the old house, the wedding banquet was simple and bland. Fang Youcai grimaced in disdain, but being his son-in-law, he managed to keep his mouth shut, which was unusual for him.

It was as shabby as could be; there wasn't even a firecracker when you entered. Looking at the two tables, with their black cornbread with shredded radish, a plate of smashed cucumber, and a plate of boiled cabbage, Zhao's eyes stung with tears.

What is all this? I keep reminding myself not to cry, not to cry, she can't cry on her daughter's special day.

"Mother-in-law, please sit down." Song Feng's mother, Madam Su, gently invited everyone to sit down. No one dared to complain, after all, even the scoundrel Fang Youcai hadn't said anything. After offering their congratulatory money, they casually ate a few bites of food, ate a cornbread, and then took their leave.

Fang Xiaoning sat on a broken kang (a traditional heated brick bed). Why a broken kang? Because half of it had collapsed, and the mat on it was very colorful, made of scraps of cloth of all colors, and had been patched countless times.

Looking inside the room, there was a table and two wooden chairs. The tabletops were also pitted and uneven, as if a dog had chewed them.

The ground was also full of potholes, one after another. She didn't understand; she could understand their family's poverty, but why was everything so bumpy? Was Song Feng eating something because there was nothing else to eat?

Looking up, well, she could probably touch the roof when she stood up; Song Feng probably had to bend over to get in. There's still light coming from up there; it must rain inside when it rains.

A low ceiling makes a house feel cramped.

Fang Xiaoning exhaled a breath of stale air. She had certainly broadened her horizons; most people would never see a house like this in their entire lives.

Now, all she can do is pray that it won't rain before she earns any money.

This house is so big that you can even find shelter from the rain. Why can't Song Feng fix it? He could at least put some straw on top. He likes to sleep and look at the stars.

"Xiao Ning, are you hungry? Time to eat!"

This was the first meal the daughter-in-law ate after joining the family. She specially made two eggs, a bowl of poached egg soup, and a cornbread.

"Thank you, mother!"

"Ah!" Madam Su smiled. Her daughter-in-law seemed very obedient. She probably wouldn't dislike her and Song An!

Definitely not.

"Eat slowly, I'm going out now!" There are still guests outside, and she needs to help Fengzi entertain them.

"Ok!"

She looked at the two poached eggs in the bowl and thought, "Hmm, she knows how to care for people better than her father."

When Zhao saw her mother-in-law serve her daughter a bowl of egg drop soup, the tightness in her chest eased a little.

If they treat her daughter well and the two of them live a good life together, their lives might not be too bad.

After everyone finished eating, they said their goodbyes and left. Song Feng began clearing the table. There were only two tables of people, or really just the number of people at one table, so they didn't ask anyone for help. They just borrowed a few sets of bowls and chopsticks.

"Mother, I'm going to return the bowls and chopsticks. Has little brother eaten?"

"They ate. I brought them food to their room."

Hearing that his wife had also eaten, he felt relieved, picked up his chopsticks, and left.

Fang Xiaoning didn't hesitate and went straight out of the house. "Mom, is there anything I can do?"

Looking at her, Madam Su was overjoyed. "Oh dear," she thought, "everyone just praised her for being so lucky to have such a capable wife. It's no exaggeration."

"There's no work to do. Today is a special day for you and Fengzi. Just relax inside."

Fengzi? Madman? Song Feng's mother, she's really something...

Looking around, he was destitute and had nothing; it seemed he was incapable of doing anything.

"I'm going inside now. If Mom needs anything, call me!"

"Ai!"

Song An, the youngest brother of the Feng family, has been very uneasy ever since he learned that his older brother was going to marry his sister-in-law. He knows that he is a burden. Since he can remember, he has been scolded by his grandparents and bullied by his cousins ​​every day. After his father died, his family moved here. There were no neighbors and no one came to his house. He only had a few years of peaceful life.

The thought of being insulted and despised by her sister-in-law in the future made Song An tremble with fear. She had been hiding in her room all day, afraid to see anyone. Just now, when she heard her sister-in-law's footsteps, she immediately rushed into her mother's room.

There are only two rooms in the house. His mother sleeps in one room, and he sleeps with his older brother. Now his older brother wants to sleep with his sister-in-law. These past few days, his older brother made a wooden frame and put it in his mother's room, and put a plank together for him to use as a bed.

It's warm now, so he can sleep like this, but what will he do in winter? He's weak and easily catches a cold if he gets chilled.

My older brother said he'd let me sleep in his room, while he and my sister-in-law would sleep in the woodshed. Is that even possible? Would my sister-in-law be happy sleeping in the woodshed? The house would be in chaos again, just like before.

He was filled with fear for the future.

Fortunately, he had his mother, who was also frail and unable to go out, to keep him company.

Fang Xiaoning knew that Song Feng had a younger brother with a limp, but she hadn't seen him. People with physical disabilities are usually very self-conscious and ashamed to be seen, which she could understand. She didn't know if it was congenital or caused by an injury later; she would have to find a doctor to take a look when she had the money.

Ah, this family is short of money, desperately short!