The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Chapter 115 It's hard to say who's right and who's wrong.

"Uncle, Brother Shunzi delivers goods for me. I'll give him 25 coins a day. Is that alright?"

“He’s just sitting at home doing nothing anyway, why should we pay him? We’ve made a lot of money off you these past two months.”

"Uncle, what are you saying? Aren't we all going to have to trouble you to help me with the work? It's settled then. You don't need the money; I certainly can't trouble Brother Shunzi."

"This……"

"It's not just a day or two, Uncle. It's freezing cold, you have to take care of your son too."

"You kid, when did you become so good with words?"

"I'm telling the truth, Uncle. Ask Brother Shunzi again. If he really wants to do it, he can come to my house this afternoon, and I'll teach him how to drive. Also, it's really cold outside. Do you have any warm clothes at home?"

"Yes, this afternoon I'll have your aunt stuff more reed fluff into his cotton shoes. If that doesn't work, he can wear a quilt while driving."

Song Feng: ...

When Uncle Village Chief goes crazy, he's no less mad than my father-in-law.

After saying goodbye to the village chief's house, I went to the Zhou family's house. When they heard it was for this job, the Zhou family agreed without hesitation. Ten coins a day—only a fool wouldn't agree.

“Brother Shunzi will come to your house every day to pick up the processed goods, so you don’t need to deliver them specially. If you run out of red fruit, just let me know, and he’ll deliver it on his way.” It just so happens that Shunzi is coming back from town and passes by these houses on his way to his house, so it’s on his way.

"Fengzi, you..." Who is such a kind person who thinks so thoughtfully of the workers? Fengzi really makes them speechless.

Song Feng left four bags of hawthorn berries, two of which belonged to Aunt Liu's family. Aunt Zhou said there was no need to ask; they would definitely take them. Song Feng thought about it and agreed; who wouldn't take them? It was such an easy job, practically free.

He delivered two more bags of hawthorns to the Wang family, finally completing his task. He returned just in time for dinner, and after a quick meal, without resting, while Su washed the dishes, he began changing the water for the acorns. It was cold now, and everything in the backyard had frozen solid. He had even lit a fire in one of his rooms specifically to store things that couldn't freeze.

"Oops!"

Fang Xiaoning, who was eating, suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong?" Madam Su stared anxiously at her stomach. Had she gone into labor?

"I forgot to tell Mom that the rice crackers will be more expensive tomorrow."

"I already told her when I passed by on the way here that my mother-in-law asked me to bring her 100 jin of polished rice today!"

"Brother Feng is really thorough in his work."

"hey-hey!"

Song Feng, pleased with the praise, shoveled his food into his mouth like an idiot. Why was the food sweet today?

Song An glanced at his older brother silently and continued eating.

After eating, they got busy. They were making as much as possible; they could add everything except tofu. Even if they increased the quantity tomorrow, they would still be able to handle it. As for the rice crust, she was confident that her mother would break her arm today rather than let the money slip away.

But I heard that now even scumbag dads help with it, so it should work, right?

"I wonder how many hawthorns we have left? Are they enough?"

"It's definitely not enough to sell in a year. At the current rate, we can only sell until the Chinese New Year at most. But it's okay, we still have donkey rolls. Maybe I can come up with a new food by then."

"Tofu and donkey rolls are enough. You'll be showing by then, so rest as much as you can. Next year, we won't be setting up stalls for cold noodles and jelly. The baby will be out of control right after the baby is born. If you don't take care of yourself properly during your postpartum period, you'll never feel well again."

"We'll see when the time comes, it's still early."

It's possible that I really won't be able to set up a stall.

It's a bit of a pity, considering I earned quite a bit over the months I set up a stall.

Or, we could ask my scumbag dad if he'd be willing. If he's not, my maternal grandparents might be. They have a lot of family members, so we can talk about it next year.

Mrs. Su nodded. She was going to be busy now, but thinking about the money she would earn every day, her eyes crinkled with a smile.

After the meal, Song An lit the fire, while she and Su each had their own stove; one made tofu, and the other made hawthorn cake.

Song Dynasty style grinding.

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When the village chief's wife learned that her eldest son had gotten such a good job, her crow's feet deepened with her smile. "Fengzi is really a good person. He always thinks of us first when there are good things to do."

The old village chief tapped his cigarette ash, "I don't know who told me before that I shouldn't associate with them anymore. Whenever they came to my house, I would treat them like dirt."

“How was I supposed to know he'd be where he is today? We didn't have much money to begin with, and you keep giving it to people who come to us, time and time again. How could I not get angry with you? Did I say anything the first two times? Aren't we over now? If I really didn't give it to you, would you have gotten it?”

The village chief remained silent. It was hard to say who was right or wrong in this matter. His wife was thinking of the family, and as for him, well, thinking of Song Laosan, he really couldn't bear to see his wife die of illness and his child starve to death.

Now, things are finally alright.