Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Mrs. Li, with tears running down her cheeks, was carrying a simple bundle and getting onto the carriage. Just then, Daya was returning home with two baskets of pig feed. Seeing her mother boarding the carriage, she set down the baskets, ran over, and cried out:

"Mother, where are you going?"

Mrs. Li, with tears in her eyes, said to Daya, "Mother is going to the county to work as a wet nurse for a wealthy family. You need to take good care of your sisters at home."

"Mother, I don't want to…" Daya's dark, skinny hand tried to hold on to her mother.

"Good girl, Daya is the most sensible. Mother will come home one day a month."

"Mother… don't go… wuu wuu, don't take my mother away…" Er Ya and her sisters also ran out shouting.

Tang Shiqi was held by Er Ya, the wet nurse was running away, and she could imagine that her future days would consist only of drinking water. Isn't rice soup just water?

She had never read such a scene in novels before! How could the plot change, but not the fate? With or without a mother, there would still be no milk to drink.

Since her birth, Tang Shiqi, who had never cried, now thought about how she was not able to eat her fill every day. What should she do if the wet nurse ran away? "Waa waa waa"

"Stop the carriage… Stop the carriage quickly…" Mrs. Li shouted loudly. Her elder daughter and the other girls' crying hadn't hurt her so much, but the youngest girl was the one she had risked her life to give birth to this time.

When she could finally get out of bed and walk to the doorway, Granny Li told her about something unknown to other families; she had almost died during this childbirth and did not know why she had come back to life. Just as Granny Li had said, the youngest girl was a blessed child and needed to be raised well.

"Don't mind her, get moving quickly…"

The old woman held her and instructed the driver to hurry up. They were very hungry by this time, and had arrived at such a stingy household that didn't even allow them a meal.

The driver didn't listen to Mrs. Li; the carriage moved out of the gate and yard.

Daya and her sisters ran out of the yard, crying and calling for their mother.

Tang Shiqi pitifully watched the departing carriage, having barely had one meal, and not knowing what to do without a next meal.

If she had known she would end up inside a book, she would have stored some grain and some milk to drink in her own space.

A one-month-old child lacked the strength to farm in the space, and in the future, there would be nothing to eat, only water from the space's spring to drink.

"Crying, crying, crying, aren't you going to cook quickly?" Mrs. Lai came out afterwards, cruelly twisting Daya's ear with force.

"Grandma, it hurts… wuu wuu, mother, will you come back? Grandma is bullying us again." Daya felt her ear burning and throbbing with pain.

"Wuu wuu, Grandma, let go of my elder sister, don't hit my elder sister." Er Ya and the other three sisters cried fearfully.

"Waa waa" Tang Shiqi was in Er Ya's arms, meeting her ferocious and evil-looking grandmother for the first time. This grandmother hadn't glanced at her once in the month she had been growing, let alone taken care of her.

She felt that her biological father was nothing like her mother, he should be more like her grandfather. She wondered if any of her aunts were like the grandmother?

During this month, Tang Shiqi had only heard curses, barely seen a few aunts, grandparents.

She cried frantically, hoping only that her crying would bring her somewhat conscientious father or the neighbors around to help her sister Daya.

"Mother, please don't hit Daya... Girls..." Hongji heard Daya cry out in pain, usually he too was hit by his mother, and he would just glance outside upon hearing the noise. Today, however, the loud crying of the little girl made Hongji's heart tremble, and with a softened heart, he rushed out to intervene.

"Humph, Hongji, you always take their side. Now that your wife has gone to be a wet nurse, these lazybones must cook and do the chores. Don't wait for your old mother to nag them into doing the work."

Mrs. Lai thought about the future cooking and washing, and the field work that no one would do. If Daya and the others didn't do it, was she supposed to do it herself?

"Mother, how old is my daughter? Besides, they often help out around the house. Let the younger sisters idle at home help out with some chores too!" For the first time, Hongji objected while his mother was speaking, looking at the tiny, thin waifs. Could they handle the fieldwork that they mentioned?

Usually collecting some firewood, pulling some pigweed to sprinkle over food while cooking—these tasks were already their limit. What if they encountered dangerous things, like snakes?

Washing clothes and cooking, doing farm work—that was more than an adult could finish alone; to have those little girls do it, wasn't that tantamount to hurting his own daughters...

"Elder brother, I need to make my wedding dress; I'm busy... You can't even spare your sisters, huh? Now that you have a wife and children, siding with your own flesh, but isn't your sister related by blood too?" Second Miss got agitated, she was getting married and didn't want to tan and become an ugly bride.

"Elder brother, am I still your sister? Your sister who grew up with you from childhood, am I worth less than your daughters?" Third Miss stomped her feet in the room. Since her sister-in-law had joined the family, she had never done any chores, spending her days embroidering, gossiping with Second Sister, finding relief from the heat in summer and shielding from the cold wind in winter.

Her delicate hands would surely roughen if she did chores, unfitting for a lady who would marry into a wealthy family; how could she possibly do farm work.

"Hongji, they are your sisters. If you keep siding with these lose causes, believe it or not, I'll sell them off?" Mrs. Lai's threatening words silenced Hongji as he took his daughter into the kitchen, the father and daughter cooking together.

"Now scram... Good for nothing but eating, profitless burdens." Mrs. Lai yelled at Er Ya and the four little girls.

Er Ya, scared of her grandmother, was genuinely frightened of being sold off along with her sisters by her ruthless grandmother who was capable of anything.

The children took three steps and looked back at every step, always hoping for a miracle that their mother was only joking and hadn't really gone.

"What's all this shouting about? Aren't you ashamed?" Hongji's father stopped his carpentry work to scold. He saw villagers gathering at a distance outside in the yard.

Their family always had something new happening, so it was no surprise, but others merely gossiped about why today's carriage had taken Mrs. Li away, and what they were doing with her. Could it be that this family had sold their daughter-in-law?

Hearing the crying and cursing from their house, the villagers seemed to understand what was happening and started to whisper among themselves.

Feeling embarassed by the villagers' talking, Hongji's father instructed Mrs. Lai to close the courtyard gate.

"Humph, it's all the fault of these profitless burdens, if not for them, who would we be a laughingstock?" Mrs. Lai scorned as she looked at the children dressed in ill-fitting, patched clothes, all muddied too.

She was tempted to throw them out, finding their presence annoying, unlike her elder daughter's son who was clean.

Mrs. Lai was only critical, expecting such little children to do chores, which they couldn't manage to carry heavy things without falling over, and pulling pigweed from the dirt without getting their clothes stained.

At noon, the cooking was done by Hongji, the father, tending the fire, while the Tearful Daya managed the cooking.

His daughter was crying continuously, and Hongji felt distressed, a big man who did not know how to utter comforting words, only able to silently tend the fire.

"Elder brother, is the meal ready? I'm very hungry," called Third Miss from outside.

"Is the meal ready? Why so slow? Clumsy," Mrs. Lai, standing by the doorway, urged on, feeling the heat emitting from the kitchen.

"Mother, can't you be a little patient? Why don't you come and do it?" Hongji was sweating from tending the fire, looking at his daughter also teary and sweaty, his heart aching.