Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Mrs. Zhang’s son obediently pulled Hongji, pressing him to demand an explanation.

Mrs. Xiao Zhang, Mrs. Zhang’s daughter-in-law, went to Ye Shuzhen and Ye Shuzhi to collect a debt.

Mrs. Zhang’s other two daughters also joined the fray, turning Hongji’s house into the weaker side.

Ye Shiqi entered the yard in her father’s arms, carefully observing her surroundings. At that moment, the sound of quarreling filled the air, and oil lamps were lit; they all stood in the yard, where only one room was illuminated.

When Daya picked her up, she pointed in a direction at her elder sister, “Mmm mmm mmm”.

Daya, catching on, said, “Does Wuya want to go see Aunt?”

Ye Shiqi nodded at her sister, still pointing to the room where the oil lamp was lit, and the door was open.

Daya, carrying Wuya, moved forward, with Er Ya holding Sanya and Siya by the hand, following behind their elder sister as the little children entered the room together.

With so many people in the yard watching the spectacle, no one noticed the actions of these little ones.

Even if someone had noticed, they would not think these little children could harm the person inside.

In the village, people understood each other to some extent. Even if adults were at odds, there was no such enmity among the children.

Ye Shiqi was carried by her elder sister into the room, seeing that it was not large. Upon entering, she saw a bed, and a person was sleeping under a quilt.

Daya, holding her sister, stood by the bed as the five children looked at the person lying there.

Ye Shiqi had never seen this person before, but the other children had.

Daya said to the Aunt, who seemed to be sleeping with only her head showing and her face flushed red,

“Aunt, wake up quickly. If you don’t get better soon, my family will have to pay, we’ll have to take you to the doctor, and you may need to be ‘injected’ My mother works so hard, earning so little each month, and you can’t use up all her hard-earned money.”

Daya referred to “injection” as an acupuncture treatment with silver needles that doctors use when medicine alone is too slow for healing.

“Aunt, please wake up,” Daya completed her plea as Er Ya, along with the other two sisters, echoed her.

The children’s voices did not wake the person on the bed.

Ye Shiqi observed the person on the bed, who was indeed running a high fever, appearing to be over 40 degrees Celsius. If not treated quickly, it could genuinely damage the brain.

There was a small table nearby with a bowl containing a little water. Ye Shiqi had the idea to dry up the water in the bowl and then drew another bowl of water from “space”.

She pointed at the bowl on the table, addressing her elder sister, “Ah ah ah”.

Daya, accustomed to understanding her little sister’s “ah ah” language, deciphered her actions; this was some experience she had gained over the years in caring for her speech-challenged yet thoughtful sister who knew how to gesture, a form of hinting.

Daya allowed Wuya to stand next to the bed as she picked up the bowl of water, feeling that feeding water to Aunt like this wouldn’t work.

“Er Ya, lift Aunt’s head up.”

Er Ya cooperated intuitively with her sister. Being over five or six years old, she understood some logic, and some of the ideas Daya came up with occurred to her as well.

She really wanted Aunt to recover quickly so that her family wouldn’t have to compensate.

She used a lot of strength to lift Aunt’s head.

Daya fed the patient water, and perhaps because the patient was very thirsty, in her semi-conscious state, she gulped down the entire bowl.

Daya set the bowl back on the table, and Er Ya gently laid Aunt’s head back down to sleep.

The five sisters stood quietly in front of Aunt’s bed, listening to the noise outside, but no one paid attention to the sick person in the room.

Ye Shiqi was even thinking, did Aunt’s family really seek her own family out to pay for the doctor for her sake?

Or was it to make them pay and bleed money for their own pleasure?

Ye Shiqi understood that a person with a cold and fever might get better with rest, care, and drinking more water, and having seen the doctor and taken medicine, it shouldn’t get worse; in ancient times, not having money to treat illness could turn even minor illnesses into severe ones.

More poor people, for minor illnesses, would avoid calling the doctor and rely on their home remedies instead.

It seemed that their family and hers were thoroughly entangled, regardless of whether they could cure Aunt or not, as long as they paid through the whole process.

Ye Shiqi was puzzled, everyone was from the same village, was there a need to make such a fuss? It seemed like the book she was reading didn’t have this plot.

Could it be that this plot existed and the author had overlooked it, or had she not been attentive enough when reading, missing a few chapters?

As time gradually passed, the courtyard remained bustling deep into the night.

People, despite their fatigue, gathered to see who would win, treating the village gossip and the quarrel as more entertaining than a grand play.

The village was small and everyone had their own agendas; some envied the rich, some looked down on them, some were kind, and others were troublemakers.

Hongji had been flattering for a long time, but Mrs. Zhang’s son would not let him go, letting him talk until his voice was hoarse, insisting on getting paid or else face a beating.

Mrs. Lai was somewhat agitated today, her mouth blistering as she argued, not wanting to lose or pay, she exerted great effort until her voice turned hoarse and nearly sprained her back from jumping around.

Mrs. Zhang, in the midst of the quarrel, had completely forgotten about her daughter lying in bed needing their help.

She demonstrated her fierce and unyielding nature, adamant about getting the money she could have easily obtained in the afternoon, despite the effort it took in the evening.@@novelbin@@

At this moment, Hongji realized his children were missing from the yard, and he continuously scanned the crowd.

“Daya, where did you take your sisters?”

Hongji’s call made the quarreling adults pause and look at him, then followed his gaze looking for Daya and her sisters in the crowd.

Perhaps the noise earlier was too loud, those in the room could not hear Hongji’s calling.

No one answered Hongji, making the man panic.

“Daya, where are you? Er Ya, where did you take your sisters?”

At this point, Hongji’s voice sounded somewhat louder in the courtyard, and his frantic calls were heard by the children in the room.

“Dad, I am in this room.” Daya had not gone out and responded loudly.

“Hmm,” the person sleeping on the bed seemed to be awakened by the noise, she opened her eyes to find herself in bed surrounded by Daya and her four sisters, thinking she was in the wrong place.

“Where am I?”

“Aunt, you are in your bed at home, how are you feeling? Are you better?”

“What happened to me? It seems like I had a headache before, but it’s not hurting now.”

Daya reached out her thin, dark hand and touched Aunt’s forehead, then joyfully said:

“Aunt, your head isn’t hot anymore, you’re better! That’s great.”

“Uh, yes, I am better, haha.” The person on the bed slowly sat up, looking like she was about to get out of bed.

Hearing Daya’s response, Hongji, who couldn’t enter the women’s chambers, called for village women from the doorway to check.