Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 An Idea Comes to Mind @@novelbin@@

Mrs. Lai’s joyfully mysterious smile revealed her belief that she was very clever as she said,

“Of course I won’t say anything, I’ve been puzzled for days, and I’ve only told you about it. I haven’t said a word to the rest of the family out of fear that the immortals will think we’ve discovered their secret and will no longer send us rice.”

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Ye Shiqi didn’t know that her grandmother suspected the involvement of immortals, and for now, her space could only yield rice, with just one variety of rice seed.

Every two or three days she could harvest the rice, and although she didn’t plant much, each harvest yielded several dozen catties. By envisioning a little rice into the rice jar each day, her space still piled up with rice, looking to be about 100 catties.

Every night, Ye Shiqi would diligently enter her space, where the bees were becoming ever more numerous and busier gathering nectar.

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Seeing the honey flow out of the honeycombs, she couldn’t possibly eat all the honey right away, and was even more reluctant to take the honey out for fear that if her family knew, they might spread the word and consider her a monster.

After harvesting, Daya would take her two younger sisters to the fields, planting potatoes in the ground and sowing seeds for greens, as well as planting garlic and onions, which they watered every day.

They also had to weed out pigweed, and the piglets that the sow had given birth to had already been sold, while they continued to raise the sow at home.

At this time, Mrs. Lai would sneak away to help her eldest daughter take care of the children, as the family’s rice had already been dried.

Third Aunt and second aunt had resumed their needlework in their room.

Daya, with her two sisters, would always come back before cooking lunch to prepare the meal, and likewise before dinner to cook the evening meal.

Ye Shiqi, who stayed in the room with Siwa, would appear in the kitchen when her elder sisters were cooking.

Ye Shiqi kept pondering, what could she use to store the excess honey from her space?

Spotting an empty jar in a corner of the kitchen, she smelled the scent of pickled vegetables, her mother wasn’t home, and the pickles had been eaten long ago, leaving some empty jars.

Suddenly inspired, Ye Shiqi envisioned one of the empty jars into her space.

With so many empty pickling jars in different sizes in the corner, the disappearance of one wouldn’t attract attention.

The empty jar Ye Shiqi envisioned into her space could hold about four or five catties.

“Wuya, what are you doing? This place is dirty, let your Siwa take you somewhere else to play!”

In a moment of inattention from Siwa, Wuwa moved too fast, so agile even with hands scrambling on the ground, that she vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.

After searching everywhere, she found her in a kitchen corner by the empty jars, where there was a pungent smell; adults in the family generally didn’t allow children there, not because it was dirty, but because of the many jars—they were afraid the kids might carelessly break them.

“Ah ah”

Ye Shiqi picked up Wuwa to see the still smoldering charcoal in the stove; it was nearly midday, and her sisters hadn’t come home yet, so no one else had come into the kitchen to cook.

After the busyness of farming was over, Hongji, having planted potatoes in the fields, followed his father to do carpentry.

For the time being, he hadn’t started making wooden dolls for Ye Shiqi.

Yet Ye Shiqi was very fixated on the wooden dolls, recognizing that her parents had no savings and the family needed another livelihood.

But because of her young age and inability to speak, she couldn’t express many things and had to act practically, holding a piece of charcoal as if it were a pen.

“Wuwa, this charcoal is dirty. Let’s not play with it—it’ll stain our clothes, and it’s really hard work for elder sister to wash them.”

Wuwa felt sorry for her elder sister, and her words made Ye Shiqi, who was holding the charcoal, pause for a moment.

The little one glanced pleadingly outside the kitchen, at the two aunts sitting by the window.

Using the excuse that farm work was very taxing, these two aunts had refused to wash the clothes of the children, leaving the laundry for Daya to do.

Her elder sister would rise before dawn to cook breakfast for the entire family and then, when the water was still cold in the morning, would carry their sisters’ clothes to the riverside to wash them.

Ye Shiqi knew that their father was too filial, and wouldn’t be able to stand up to the family just yet; she understood that changing their situation would take time, and she needed to grow up slowly.

“Ah!”

Ye Shiqi stubbornly clung to the charcoal, darting away from Wuwa’s attempts to snatch it from her, deftly avoiding Wuwa’s grasps several times.

And soon she scrambled out of the kitchen, her speed of crawling rivaling Wuwa’s running.

“Qing, put down the charcoal. Are you planning to take it back to the room?” Siya chased after her, speaking as she did.

“Second Sister, those two kids are so annoying. I get irritated just by seeing them every day. They’re at an age where they have the least to do, yet they keep making a fuss.”

Ye Shuzhen had come to detest these two kids while she was helping with the rice threshing. While they were working so hard, these two could afford to sit around, sleep in, and do nothing. Her hatred was born of envy.

“Yeah! Really annoying, always fluttering before our eyes, less busy than us and yet full of energy.”

Ye Shuzhi shared Ye Shuzhen’s sentiment, actually being jealous of the little kids for not having to work, unlike themselves who had to do more as they grew older.

Hongji heard the sounds of the two kids chasing each other and this honest man stopped his carpentry work to look. Siya was trying to take the charcoal from Wuwa, not wanting her to get her clothes dirty.

Wuwa held the charcoal in one hand while using the other to crawl on the ground, yet did not seem to get the charcoal on herself. Even though this child was crawling on the ground all the time, every time he picked up Wuwa, he felt she was remarkably clean.

She seemed much cleaner than his father, who was always working, and in no way resembled a child of just a few months who could already go to the toilet by herself, not even needing to wake him, her father, in the middle of the night.

He had slept deeply through exhaustion after the farm work, waking up only at dawn a number of times, and Wuwa hadn’t called for him. Being both father and mother seemed to have become somewhat easier.

Wuwa’s oddities were only clear to him, her father, who was always with her. The other family members weren’t fully aware.

He would not discuss this topic with others. Wuwa must have had some other reason for taking the charcoal, so he told Siya:

“Siya, stop chasing your sister. Be careful not to fall. Let her play!”

Upon hearing her father’s words, Siya stopped in her tracks and looked at her father, acknowledging with an “Mm.”

Hongji’s father seemed not to notice everything going on in the yard, yet he was all ears.

The son had kept having daughters, much like he and his wife had wanted another son but continuously had daughters, eventually forcing them to give up.

His son having four daughters left him feeling helpless; whenever he went out, he felt he couldn’t lift his head in the presence of families with many sons. He was always aware of their disdainful looks, as if they looked down on them for only having daughters.

The old woman was unkind to her son’s children, and he turned a blind eye, partly because he harbored resentment, taking it out on those daughters.

“Hmph, big brother is something else, isn’t he? It’s just a daughter, but look how he dotes on her.” Ye Shuzhen couldn’t help but feel that in the past two or three months, her brother had changed, taking more responsibility for his children than before.

“Right, when we get married, we must have sons. Let him dote on his daughters and be frustrated.” Ye Shuzhi also held a grudge against her elder brother; he had started to take care of his small household and wasn’t as good to her as before.