Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Discovered Again

Ye Shuzhen wanted to argue with Dad but was held back by Ye Shuzhi, so she could only stomp her foot and reluctantly return to her room.

The yard quieted down, Hongji thoughtfully looked at the children, then slowly extinguished the oil lamp. He chose to be silent and tolerant, then went to bed and lay down to sleep.

Hongji, usually tired from work, would fall asleep as soon as he lay down, but today he did not find it as easy to doze off as usual.

This honest man was thinking about his wife, his mind in turmoil. The sudden disappearance of wooden toys, compared to Wuwa, who had been behaving unusually for months, he didn’t believe his own child was a demon.

So there was only one other explanation, that there was much in this world he did not understand, this child who was just born couldn’t speak but, apart from not being very mobile, acted no different from adults.

Having heard many stories about immortals since he was young, Hongji thought it was possible that the child was an immortal reincarnated.

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Or perhaps his daughter was different from ordinary people, possessing supernatural abilities that others did not.

Hongji didn’t think of testing or asking, this child who couldn’t yet speak. He chose to believe in his own child, bearing the burden with his broad shoulders.

He decided to let the child draw wooden figures in the future. He definitely couldn’t let anyone know that it was a child of a few months who painted them. He would take that credit on his own.

He spoke to himself, saying, “Wuya, starting tomorrow, draw wooden figures, but make sure to do it behind closed doors, and don’t let the family know it’s you who’s drawing. Dad knows you’re smart and you want to increase our household’s income, so draw more of the immortals’ images. Dad will carve these toys and sell them.”

Lying on the bed pretending to sleep, Ye Shiqi did not respond to her father’s words, babbling in toddler speak that he couldn’t understand.

Ye Shiqi thought it was too careless to let her family know she could paint. Her father might be accepting, but other family members might not be.

She now had one more task to secretly do in the space: aside from planting rice, harvesting and threshing it, she also had to paint and then leave the finished paintings in the room for her father.

During the day, this lady always followed herself; she couldn’t enter the space, so it was only at night, when everyone was deep asleep, that she had time to paint.

Ye Shiqi didn’t know how far her thoughts could reach to take things into the space?

She wanted to try from her bed to see if she could pull a piece of wood not far in front of the bed into the space.

The attempt was very successful; a bag full of scrap wood was taken into the space.

What Ye Shiqi lacked at the moment were the pens for drawing, the pens her father used for drawings were made with ink, not like the round pens she used for drawing in pencil.

During the day, she only tried to draw with charcoal and did not take more charcoal into the space.

Now that it was nighttime and the kitchen door was already locked, she could only try from her bed to see if she could take the unburnt charcoal from the kitchen stove into the space with a thought.

So Ye Shiqi did as she thought. A little girl couldn’t do much during the day, and the two elder sisters hadn’t been paying attention to their room. Now, with the incident of the wooden figures, the sisters would surely be observing their room more carefully.

Then she really wouldn’t have time to paint as her father had said; she couldn’t let anyone know it was her doing it. Any suspicion could be detrimental to her.

In her mind, Ye Shiqi silently commanded “collect” and some of the unburnt charcoal in the kitchen was taken into the space. @@novelbin@@

She estimated the distance between the kitchen and room to be about three meters, roughly five meters from the stove in the kitchen.

This successful attempt pleasantly surprised Ye Shiqi; such a long distance could still function for taking items, making it less likely to be discovered.

Ye Shiqi didn’t immediately enter the space, instead lying down and pretending to sleep. In the moonlight coming through the crack of the door from outside, she could see how many people were sleeping on the bed.

From the sound of her father’s breathing, she sensed that her dad was still awake, possibly watching her in the dark.

Not until an hour later, when she believed her family was deeply asleep, did she enter the space.

The charcoal that hadn’t finished burning felt very dirty to the touch. She wrapped the charcoal in a torn piece of cloth and looked for logs that could be shaped into various figures, deciding to draw based on the size of each log.

For someone who couldn’t draw, the task could be challenging and the results might not resemble the intended shapes closely.

Ye Shiqi heard her father mention immortals, such as the God of Wealth and Guanyin, which she had heard about before; they were immortals.

She decided to start by drawing these two. After finishing one small log, some time had passed. To expedite the process, she drew a few more, hoping her father could craft them quickly.

With one or two months until the Spring Festival, these items might sell better during that period.

Ye Shiqi knew how to sketch, but a few months old baby’s body couldn’t withstand the fatigue.

After drawing four, she felt very tired and thought these four logs would be enough work for her father for the next day, even with overtime work.

Ye Shiqi came out from her space and lay between her elder sisters, as if she had never left.

Then she used her thoughts to wrap the logs she had finished drawing with her father’s clothes that were on the table; her father would see them when he woke up the next morning.

Ye Shiqi felt like she had just fallen asleep when she heard the rooster crow. She turned over to continue sleeping when she heard a loud knock on the door, followed by her grandmother’s frail, broken voice.

“Get up! The sun is shining on your backsides, and you’re still not up. Get up and start working fast.”

In the room, Daya, Er Ya, and Sanya, perhaps accustomed to their grandmother’s ways, were woken up; rubbing their eyes they silently put on their clothes.

Hongji opened his eyes and hearing the kids getting up, silently grabbed his jacket from the table without looking, only to feel it wrapped around something hard.

Finding it strange, he sat up in bed and unwrapped the jacket.

“Dad, why did you wrap your jacket around wood? Hehe,” Daya laughed upon seeing it, not yet noticing the patterns on the wood.

“Dad, what’s this for? Even uncarved wood is so precious, huh?” Er Ya also teased her father.

“Hehehe,” Sanya joined in the laughter, which woke up Siwa, who also started laughing.

Hongji didn’t explain to the kids; his gaze fixed intently on the logs. These few small logs were not the scrap wood he had thrown away before but logs with immortal images drawn on them.

“Hmm, these are the logs Dad is supposed to carve; of course, they are precious.”

Hongji did not explain to the other kids. He remembered the jacket he had taken off before going to bed clearly had not been wrapped around wood.

Thinking it might be sleepwalking seemed impossible to him; how could he not know his own strength!

As for the skill of drawing images, he simply didn’t have that ability.

Hongji chose to wrap the logs back in his jacket, walked out the door, and put them in his toolbox.

He was eager to start carving with his tools, feeling a fervor, but refrained from doing so, as there was morning water to carry, wood to chop, and many other chores to handle.

Daya cooked rice porridge in the kitchen with her younger sisters, then went on to wash her clothes along with those of her father and younger sisters, a task that was immutably hers to do daily.

The clothes from her and her sisters, who worked in the fields, and their father’s woodworking clothes were quite dirty, while only Siwa’s and Wuwa’s clothes were relatively clean.

Wuwa hadn’t needed her help with washing diapers since birth, sparing her, her mother, and her father a lot of worry.