The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

“What are we going to do? We’re just watching him eat meat every meal while we can’t even get a sip of soup.”

Everyone else looked at the old man; he was their pillar of support now, and only he could slightly restrain the third son's family. Ah, if only the third son were still alive. No matter how much Song Feng acted, he couldn't escape their grasp; his father wouldn't allow it.

"What can we do? He's unyielding and has a document in his hand. Unless we can find a way to destroy the document in his and the village chief's hands, we're helpless against him."

“Dad, last time he said he was a kept man, which made you leave in anger! Now, they’ve quietly bought a mule cart. Do you think we should go and offer our congratulations?”

Old Man Song pondered for a long time, "No need for congratulations. How about this, tomorrow I'll go to the third brother's house to check on the mule cart. They can't possibly refuse me entry, can they?"

Old Song nodded, "They definitely wouldn't dare, unless they didn't want to live in the village anymore."

“Once I’m inside that door, I’m not coming out this time, no matter what. Once I figure out how they make their money, we’ll come back and do it ourselves.”

"Would they agree? When we went there before, they treated us like thieves."

"Why not? This time, none of you go, I'll go. If he's got the guts, let him carry me out. In his house, what can I see? Do they dare stop me?"

Everyone thought this method was good.

"Father, it has to be you. I'll see you to the door tomorrow and then I'll head back."

"Yeah, if they don't open the door, I'll sit in front of their house and not leave. Let the villagers gossip about them behind their backs and see if they can take it."

"You're brilliant!" Old Song gave a thumbs up in admiration.

With the matter settled, and given that it was getting late, everyone stopped talking and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Tonight, everyone in the Song family had a beautiful dream: a dream of living in a large brick house with tiled roofs and riding in a tall mule cart...

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"Mom, come here, I'll teach you how to make rice crust."

"Ai!"

Zhao glanced at Su, who was standing to the side, and felt somewhat embarrassed.

Madam Su smiled gently, "My dear in-laws, you learn, and I'll tend the fire for you. Making rice crusts requires a slow, gentle simmer."

Zhao looked at Su gratefully. "My dear in-law, you're such a kind person!"

"Was it made with cooked rice?"

"Yes, this thing is very simple. You can learn it after watching it once, but it uses a lot of fuel."

As she spoke, Fang Xiaoning began ladling oil into the pot.

"so much?"

"Yes, otherwise it won't be crispy and won't taste good. Mom, look, this is how you press it..."

Zhao watched very carefully. After Fang Xiaoning made one pot, she took over and said, "This is really not difficult. Xiaoning, why didn't we think of making it before?"

"We can't even get enough to eat, how could we waste food like this?"

Zhao thought about it and agreed. Even if her daughter asked to do it, she wouldn't agree. No family would dare to waste things like that.

Zhao made two pots, and Fang Xiaoning thought there was nothing wrong with them, so she stopped cooking and let her try them.

"It's actually quite delicious, both fragrant and crispy."

"Right? When the New Year comes, the kids will love having a little snack like this at home. Mom, what was Dad's reaction yesterday when he found out we bought a mule?"

Zhao glanced at Su subconsciously, "What else could his reaction be? He's happy! He said he's never ridden in a mule cart before and he'll definitely ride in one another day."

The man said he wanted to go on a delivery trip with his son-in-law. He would drive the cart, and it would be very impressive. His son-in-law only needed the cart for half a day; could he borrow it to give passengers a ride and earn some pocket money?

Oh, and they even said, "Since our daughter is so rich, could you increase their allowance and give them some snacks too?" They're shameless as can be.

“That would be great. If my father-in-law ever wants to go to town, we can have Fengzi give him a ride.”

"Hey, hey!"

Fang Xiaoning knew at a glance that her mother wasn't telling the truth. Fang Youcai wouldn't get up early for nothing; seeing her family's mule cart, how could it be just a simple ride?

"Mom, did you tell Grandma that I want red fruit?"

"I told you, your grandma said it's all thanks to you that the family can still save a few. She wants you to bring your son-in-law back to visit her when you have time."

"Hey, don't come over tomorrow. Just stay home and make rice crackers. When you're not busy, you can also pick some fruit from the mountain."

After the Winter Solstice, she took Song Feng to visit her maternal grandmother.

"Are you too busy to come here?"

"You saw it, these things are all easy, there's really not much work to do at home these days."

Zhao thought about it and agreed. Since she came over, she spent most of her time doing needlework with her in-laws. "Alright, then I'll pick fruit and chop firewood when I have time. We rely on your brother for firewood at home, but I think we still don't have enough."

"Daughter, daughter, I'm here~~ Where's your mule cart?"