Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Hongji had settled the little girl down and immediately fell asleep. His wife had only been away for two days, and he missed her terribly, whether it was her presence or the help she could provide around the house.

The weather was still very hot, and at night there were mosquitoes. He wasn't sure if the tiled house was cooler, or maybe their room, with a girl in it, was just naturally free of mosquitoes and cooler.

Although Hongji was exhausted, he still woke up twice in the middle of the night but managed to get a good sleep.

"Thump, thump, thump"

Hongji had just felt like he had fallen asleep when the door was knocked on thunderously, accompanied by his mother's loud voice, "Get up! You lazy bones, the sun is high in the sky, and you're still not up? Do you expect your old mother to wait on you?"

The girls in the room, startled by the voice that sounded like a demon's, had been sleeping soundly but now scrambled out of bed at once.

Daya took the lead in washing her sisters' faces, gave a glance to her youngest sister still deep in sleep, and then started to lead the two eldest out to work.

Hongji had no choice but to get out of bed. He also needed to help the children with some chores, and even if his mother and father glared at him, he felt sorry for such young children having to do so much work.

During the day, he had to do carpentry and couldn't go out to help with the farm work, so he relied on getting up early to help as much as he could.

He entrusted the care of the one-year-old to watch over her sister as they carried on with another day's hard work.

Daya had just left with her two sisters to prepare breakfast and feed the family pig, which was a sow that had recently birthed a litter.

Yawning, the Second Miss entered the kitchen to fetch water for washing her face.

"Daya, later on, wash all the family's clothes," she said.

"Second Miss, I still need to go feed my little sister, and we also have to do farm work. If we wash everyone's clothes, we won't have time for the fields."

"How can you be so slow-moving, making excuses for such little work? Are you not listening to your second sister anymore? Do you want a beating?"

The Third Miss, having heard Second Sister's words, didn't want to do laundry either. Household chores would roughen her hands, and she firmly believed she was destined for a life of wealth and had simply been born into the wrong family; there was still hope for a better second half of her life.

"Second Sister, Third Sister, even my little ones are heading out to do farm work, and you won't even give a hand. I've heard from Daya that the rice crops have been infested with pests; she has been catching bugs these past few days," said Hongji as he took over the task of carrying water for his mother and entered the kitchen with a shoulder pole laden with buckets.

"All this noise early in the morning, there's not a single day of peace." Hongji's father got up and gave everyone a piercing glare. Having been the subject of much gossip when he was out, it galled him to not be able to hold his head high in rebuttal.

A major source of his irritation was not having a son with the "handle," and he took out his frustrations on the young children.

"Mom, Dad, look, our hands have become rough from washing clothes these past two days, and now Big Brother is scolding us too," the Third Miss whined after Hongji ordered the four daughters to get to work and then went back to catch up on sleep.

Mrs. Lai glanced at her son Hongji, whose personality seemed to have changed a bit. Although her daughters held a significant place in her heart, her son weighed a little heavier, and she was more concerned about the pest infestation in the crops he mentioned. That was their sustenance for the coming months.

"Listen to your brother and your father. Stop squabbling, it doesn't look good for a young lady to have such a reputation," she said.

"Mom..." The Third Miss stamped her foot angrily, unable to escape the washing task. She could only glare resentfully at Daya and her sisters.

Daya, with her two sisters, timidly returned to their room with the little millet porridge Mrs. Lai had given them.

When Tang Shiqi woke up, her three older sisters were not in the room, only the younger one watching over her.

"Little sister, are you hungry?" The just-over-one-year-old Siwa, who could eat with a wooden spoon on her own, felt a strong sense of responsibility for the task her sisters and father had entrusted to her and tried to feed her younger sibling diligently.

Tang Shiqi looked at the bowl that contained only broth and let out a wry smile. Previously, due to a misunderstanding, she didn't know whether to eat or to urinate, so she created two secret codes for her elder sisters and father.

If she wanted to urinate, she would blow bubbles, and if she wanted to eat, she would smack her lips. At first, neither her father nor her elder sisters understood, only her mother knew. Her mother had already taught these secret codes to her father and sisters.

Tang Shiqi was frustrated with her inability to move, her diet restricted to just water and being unable to go outside with her, feeling stifled in this room, leading a tedious life of eating and then sleeping, and vice versa.

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Mrs. Li knew that in two days, she would have a day off to rest for a month. While taking the Young Master to pay respects to Madam, they encountered the housekeeper at the entrance, who was just about to leave.

"Housekeeper Tang, could I trouble you with something?" Mrs. Li had always wanted to find someone suitable to purchase things for her and didn't think the people around the Young Master would be of help to her.

"Mrs. Li, please say what you need. If it's within my capability, I will certainly help," replied Housekeeper Tang, who had encountered Mrs. Li many times before. This was the first time the honest nursemaid of the Young Master had asked him for a favor, and he could not immediately guess the nature of Mrs. Li's request.

"Housekeeper, I'm not sure where to buy the Young Master's picture books. In two days, I have to go back home for a visit. I'd like to buy two books for my daughters."

"Sure, anything else you need? Since you have children, I can buy some children's items for you, too."

"No need, no need. Madam has gifted me some fabric, and I've already made clothes and shoes for my kids."

"Alright, once I've bought them, I'll have someone deliver them to you."

"Thank you. I'll give you the money first."

"Two picture books aren't worth much. Consider them a gift for your children," Housekeeper Tang said, waving his hand generously.

That evening, Mrs. Li received two picture books sent by the housekeeper's boy, along with an additional toy bell for a child.

She joyfully tucked away these items, eagerly awaiting her day of return home.

The next day, holding the Young Master in her arms, she went to pay respects to Madam.

"Mrs. Li, you've been with our family for a month. Here is your monthly salary. Are you going home for a visit and rest tomorrow?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Fine, tomorrow I'll have someone drive you home in the carriage and the driver will bring you back after midday. As the Young Master's nursemaid, you shouldn't be away from him for too long."

"Yes," Mrs. Li had thought she could stay overnight at home, spend more time with her children, but hearing Madam's instruction, she could only nod and acquiesce.

Madam had been kind to her, and for such a minor request, she could only agree.

"Jinhua, give Mrs. Li the gifts for her family visit, and her monthly salary as well."

"Yes, Madam." Jinhua, the maid, left, and returned shortly with a bundle in her hands.

"Mrs. Li, this is the gift prepared for your family visit by Madam, and here is your monthly salary."

"Madam, thank you..." Mrs. Li accepted the purse and noticed it contained more than two taels of silver, "Madam, there's extra money."

"Keep it! That's a reward for you. Just make sure you do your job well in the future," Madam said with a wave of her hand.