The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Chapter 213 Cold Rice Cake

"Defa's family, get up and cook."

"Mom, I haven't been feeling well since I came back from the mountain. It's probably because I wasn't fully recovered before. Now I have a terrible headache."

Mrs. Song was very annoyed and didn't want to argue with her. If she didn't want to eat, then she shouldn't eat. She turned around and went to the kitchen. Even if the sky fell, her father-in-law and son couldn't go hungry.

As she cooked and tended the fire, Song Shi felt a deep sorrow welling up inside her. Looking at the large iron pot, tears streamed down her face. Her father-in-law was old, her daughter-in-law unreliable, and her son's health ruined; her life seemed over. But even if she was finished, her son couldn't be. How could she ensure her son's peaceful and secure later life?

If only we hadn't broken off the engagement back then. Fang, to be honest, is hardworking, reliable, and kind-hearted. Just look at how well she's doing now that she's married into the Song family.

Sigh, Mrs. Song let out a deep sigh. It was too late to say anything now; she could only live with this jinx.

"Dad, Dad, come here for a second."

"What's the matter?"

"Tell me, is Defa's wife sick? Fang Xiaoning is almost due, but she hasn't shown any signs of labor. It shouldn't be like this! Even if Defa is bedridden lately, what about before? They were making quite a fuss before, especially in winter. Why won't this seed sprout? Cui, could it be that you can't have children?"

Old Wang's heart skipped a beat, and his face changed drastically. What his wife said wasn't impossible. Newlyweds, deeply in love, how could she not be pregnant? Several new brides in the village hadn't gotten pregnant even after six months, and hers hadn't been that long.

"What should we do? Should we call a doctor to take a look?"

"Tomorrow, you should talk to your father about it."

"to make."

Old Wang wanted to curse. One problem after another, it was infuriating. If De Fa's wife couldn't have children, what use was a barren hen to them?

He was about to vomit. There were so many good girls in the village, why did his son have to fall for such a piece of trash?

Before dawn, Cui Hehua ate a cornbread, secretly went to the kitchen to drink a bowl of hot water, and then snuggled back to her kang (heated brick bed) to continue sleeping comfortably.

When Song called her, she pretended to be dead. The Wang family didn't dare to beat her now because they couldn't afford to cause any more trouble; the villagers were practically drowning them in their spittle.

Especially the head of the household, he walks with his head down, not daring to lift his head.

"What's wrong? Still not getting up?"

"I'm probably really not feeling well. I didn't eat dinner last night or today."

Old Wang hardened his heart; if he truly couldn't have children, he'd rather starve to death. He'd just discussed it with his father, and Old Wang's suggestion was to wait and see. The villagers were keeping a close eye on them lately; if the doctor came in today, who knew what rumors would circulate tomorrow?

"Eldest brother, you and the family go to work in the fields. I'll take care of things at home."

"Ai!"

His second and third brothers became very diligent after the family divided the property. They would take the children to work in the fields early in the morning. Their own work was quite different from everyone else's work.

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Fang family.

Fang Youcai watched over things in his yard every day. Zhao couldn't come; she had to make pastries to earn money. He was overjoyed as he watched the bricks being piled higher and higher. Soon he would be able to live in a brick house, a brick house that wouldn't be cold in winter.

Meanwhile, the Song family wasn't idle either. Madam Su was teaching the newly purchased servants how to make liangpi (cold skin noodles), liangfen (cold mung bean jelly), and acorn tofu. The finished products were not only supplied to restaurants but also sold in their own shop.

The daily sales volume is quite high. The new customers in the family are constantly busy. Even so, it still requires two managers and Su Shi to take half a day to help out, just to barely meet the sales target.

"Mom, let's make some rice cakes." She'd been soaking the rice since morning, and it'd been about an hour and a half now, so it was ready.

It's hot, so the pastries are a bit too sweet. Business has been slow lately, and my mother's lips are practically blistered from worry. We're building a house right now, which is exactly when we need money.

"Mother, grind the rice into rice paste."

"okay!"

Zhao was strong, so grinding rice into paste was no big deal for her.

The rice is ground into rice milk, and after it sits, a layer of white foam rises to the top. "Mother, skim off the foam." Making rice cakes, like making tofu, requires lime. Lime can be bought at pharmacies; it's not a precious commodity.

"Mom, turn the heat down to low after the lime water boils."

Zhao complied.

After boiling the lime water, "pour the rice paste in, just like when I make jelly, stirring as I pour."

Zhao's hands were very nimble; she held the spatula and stirred it clockwise continuously. "Yes, keep stirring, keep stirring, until it thickens."