Su Jiaoniang carried the chili peppers towards the kitchen.

The bright red chili peppers represent her wealth, but it's currently too little. Growing these in the small courtyard is probably only enough for Xiaoya's needs. If she had her own shop and started a food business...

I'm afraid this supply won't last a month before it runs out.

In the autumn, there's still a chance to plant a batch. Su Jiaoniang looked up at the sky and immediately got to work on it. She counted the money she had on hand and prepared to rent some land in the village.

She doesn't own any land. If she wants to grow chili peppers, she either has to rent or buy it. Land is very expensive in this era, and for her at this moment, renting is much more cost-effective than buying. It's better to do this sooner rather than later.

Su Jiaoniang went to the kitchen, made pork and scallion dumplings, and headed to the village chief's house. In the village, if you encountered any problems, you could always find the village chief.

Entering the village chief's house, she saw him holding an account book and doing the books. She smiled and went in, calling out, "Uncle Village Chief, are you busy?"

The village chief turned around, glanced at Su Jiaoniang, and his gaze fell on the dumplings Su Jiaoniang was holding. The sorghum stalks were full of plump white dumplings, and the village chief was shocked when he saw it.

Why are you bringing so many dumplings with you?

What are you doing?

Everyone else brings a bunch of vegetables and a couple of ounces of meat, but nobody brings so many dumplings.

“Today Futu wanted to eat dumplings, so I made a lot extra. Village Chief, you should try some too.” Su Jiaoniang said, stuffing the steamer basket in her hand into the hands of Xie, the village chief’s wife.

Xie vaguely recalled the meat that Lu Dashan's family had sent her last time; it was hard and extremely salty, and she drank water all day after taking just one bite.

Salt is free!

She already had a traumatic memory of that family.

Looking at the dumplings in her hand, she couldn't help but think they were filled with salt, not meat. But since the person had brought something, she couldn't just throw it away, and salt wasn't exactly cheap.

Su Jiaoniang told the village chief about her desire to rent land.

The village chief thought for a moment and said, "The rent for one mu of land is half a tael of silver a year. How much and for how long do you want to rent it?"

"Five mu for three years, I guess." At this moment, Su Jiaoniang only wanted to plant chili peppers; she hadn't thought about anything else yet, and three years was just a short-term idea.

After all, her transmigration was a soul transmigration, unlike the female protagonists in the novels she had read who had a spatial spring and various seeds such as sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn, and hybrid rice in their space.

She only has memories of her past life, not that many cheat codes!

If she rents too much land, she won't know what to plant. Her knowledge of farming is limited to sowing, fertilizing, watering, and harvesting. She can grow chili peppers like flowers at home, but if she rents land, she will definitely have to hire people.

She successfully rented land from the village chief and began looking for help. There were many people in the village who needed money and could find short-term jobs. If she spread the word, many people would probably come to inquire.

However, Su Jiaoniang already had someone in mind.

Old Huang, who drives to the county town every day, has a nephew who isn't very bright and is over twenty years old but still unmarried. However, he is efficient at his work and always wears clean clothes. His only flaw is that he doesn't speak clearly.

Su Jiaoniang didn't mind at all. Being unable to speak clearly meant she could talk less and do more work.

She immediately went to find Lao Huang and talked about the need for manpower. Lao Huang's eyes reddened when he heard this. If he could, he would want to do it himself. In the autumn and winter, the fields would be busy, but the people in the village all lived in large families. If he could do a job to earn money, he could help his family share the burden and ensure a smooth autumn harvest.

However, it's not easy to find a way to make money.

But thinking about how my nephew is doing now, I realize he needs to earn more money to get married.

With red eyes, he nodded and led his nephew, Huang Erlan, to help Su Jiaoniang sign the contract.

Huang Erlan's name sounds lazy, but he is honest, clean, and hardworking.

Su Jiaoniang handed over the task of planting chili peppers to him and then stopped interfering.

Night slowly fell.

Futu returned from the county town.

With a smile on her little face and a small schoolbag on her back, you could smell the fragrance of cosmetics and a faint scent of alcohol on her if you asked her carefully.

Su Jiaoniang stood at the gate, holding a stick in her hand.

They saw a Buddha statue carrying a child in its hands.

"Mother, Mother, what are you doing?" Fu Tu was grabbed by the collar, his feet lifted off the ground, and his whole body was suspended in Su Jiao Niang's hands.

He looked at Su Jiaoniang, a small hint of doubt flashing in his big eyes.

Su Jiaoniang smiled and wailed, "My son is rebellious, I have no choice but to listen to my ancestors."

As soon as Su Jiaoniang finished speaking, Futu was stunned for a moment, then immediately covered his buttocks. Whatever the ancestor said, it was always "spare the rod and spoil the child."

"Mother, Futu is very good and obedient!" The child quickly rescued himself, revealing a red patch hidden behind his ear by moving aside his clothes.

Su Jiaoniang reached out and shook Futu's clothes, wiping a red stain off the child's neck: "Good boy, what's wrong with the rouge?"

A bright red rouge mark appeared on the child's neck.

If it were just the face, Su Jiaoniang could say the child was cute and the sisters couldn't help but kiss him, which was understandable.

But behind the ear?

This place is very private.

That wouldn't be enough for a child so young to have extraordinary talent, like...

Su Jiaoniang felt a wave of nausea. She didn't want to think too badly or maliciously about the child. Was this child, who was only a few years old, a brothel girl who was a pedophile or a child who preferred older people?

Fu Tu's eyes widened when he saw the red mark on Su Jiaoniang's hand.

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