The story is about a fake young lady, transmigration, a pampered darling, face-slapping, farming, building from scratch, and a satisfying read.
Su Wanwan woke up one day to find herself the f...
Jiang Xun turned around and looked at the area under the big locust tree with a puzzled expression. He was a little surprised. "Hey, why are Aunt Liu and Aunt Feng acting like cats seeing mice when they see us? They used to be so quick to talk about everything they saw."
The two women's sharp and sarcastic tongues were no less biting than those of Grandma Cuihua and her daughter. Why the sudden change of heart?
"Oh, it's just that the two of them ran into my father and me on the mountain yesterday. They said that our family has been cutting mugwort and tree bark these past two days, and they think our family is so poor that we can't even afford to eat. Even the money to buy the oxcart and the iron pot was borrowed from the bank at interest."
So I readily admitted that my family was starving and that I was going to borrow grain from their two families. They were worried I would actually go to borrow grain, so of course they were avoiding me whenever they saw me.
With a "pfft," Jiang Xun and his second uncle burst out laughing.
The two gave Jiang Wanwan a thumbs up and praised her a few more times.
Hearing the three people talking, Jiang He and Jiang Hu rushed out of their house.
Their eyes lit up as they looked at Jiang Wanwan. "Little sister, little sister, you're back so early!"
Jiang Wanwan jumped off the oxcart. "I'll be back as soon as I'm done with my business."
Jiang Jialin, who was crushing charcoal in the yard, stopped crushing it as soon as he heard Jiang Wanwan return. He quickly put down the pestle and rushed out of the yard, eager to know the result.
“Father,” Jiang Wanwan called out.
"Oh, my dear daughter is back. Come in quickly."
She was ushered into the courtyard by her adoptive father and Jiang He, while Jiang Erbo and Jiang Xun were busy unloading the oxcart.
Upon entering the courtyard, Jiang Wanwan saw baskets and baskets of mosquito coils laid out to dry. There were even newly made bamboo mats for drying in the courtyard.
On four rectangular bamboo drying mats, mosquito coils were also drying in circles.
Jiang Hu explained, "When we ran out of winnowing baskets at home, my third uncle made a few bamboo drying mats by hand to dry the food."
"Dad, second brother, third brother, you guys are really amazing. You made so many mosquito coils in such a short time," Jiang Wanwan praised.
After the courtyard gate was closed, Jiang Jialin lowered his voice and asked anxiously, "Wanwan, how was business today?"
Jiang He and Jiang Hu both stared intently at Jiang Wanwan.
Jiang Wanwan smiled and patted her crossbody bag, which made a crisp "clinking" sound. "Sold out, all sold out. Listen, that's the sound of coins clinking together."
"Wow! It's really all sold out?" Jiang He and Jiang Hu looked at Jiang Wanwan in disbelief, their faces filled with shock.
"Of course," Jiang Wanwan said proudly, hands on her hips and chin slightly raised. "I'm Jiang Wanwan, selling mosquito coils is a piece of cake for me!"
Instantly, the two looked at Jiang Wanwan with starry eyes and urged, "Little sister, tell us how you sell mosquito coils."
"I," Jiang Wanwan had just begun to speak when suddenly the courtyard gate was being pounded on.
"Wanwan, Wanwan, is Grandma Jiang's precious granddaughter back?" Grandma Jiang's anxious voice came from outside the courtyard gate.
It turned out that when Grandma Jiang and others were cutting mugwort on the hillside, Zhu, who had sharp eyes, vaguely spotted the oxcart.
From a great distance, Zhu could not see clearly whether it was Jiang Wanwan and the other two returning.
After a brief guess, I realized that Jiang Wanwan and her two uncles had returned.
Grandma Jiang and the others were eager to know if all the mosquito coils had been sold, so they didn't even bother to cut the mugwort. They quickly picked up their tools, gathered the mugwort, and rushed home.
Jiang Xun rushed over and opened the door.
Grandma Jiang skipped over Jiang Xun and happily trotted over to Jiang Wanwan. "My dearest granddaughter, you're finally back! How did it go? Did you sell the mosquito coils?"