Transmigrating with a Five Million Dollar Retirement Life

Chapter 48 The Shameless Old Woman Wang

"Why should I let you live in the house I built?" Song Jiaojiao looked at the shameless person in front of her and really didn't know where her confidence came from.

“Sister-in-law, that’s not right of you. It’s bad luck for a new house to be without an elder to keep it afloat. I’m only doing this for your own good.” Li Chunhua said casually, standing to the side. She was thinking that once Old Lady Wang moved in, she would have an excuse to visit. After a while, the big house would be hers.

"Auntie, who are you? I don't remember having any relative like you. Have you forgotten what happened a month ago?" Song Jiaojiao said calmly, scoffing at Li Chunhua's words.

“You can’t say that. Although you’ve severed ties with the Wang family, Wang Hefan is still a child of the Wang family. A woman still has to listen to her man. Even though your brother-in-law is gone, a woman follows her husband after marriage, and a son follows his husband after his death. You have to listen to Hefan’s opinion.” Seeing that she couldn’t argue with Song Jiaojiao, Li Chunhua turned her attention to the underage Wang Hefan. In the Great Jin Kingdom, being unfilial would be condemned by everyone.

Wang Hefan's face was flushed red, whether from anger or the smell of alcohol, and the veins on his exposed neck were bulging. Third Uncle looked at the half-grown boy and patted him on the shoulder.

"What, do you have a problem with my decision?" Third Uncle looked at Old Lady Wang and her family with a stern face.

Li Chunhua immediately fell silent, her eyes darting around, completely unable to look directly at her third uncle.

Looking at the Wang family's old house, who seemed to want nothing more than to seize the land, Third Uncle stared straight at Old Lady Wang and said, "Old Lady Wang, you tell me, when you severed ties, didn't you say that you would be two separate families from now on? Now you're acting like this, is it because you see that Song Jiaojiao has money and you regret it?"

Wang Pozi, who was named, stiffened her neck and said guiltily, "Who, who regrets it? I was only helping her out of kindness for my son's sake. Don't be ungrateful."

"Whether it's genuine kindness or not, you know in your heart. You've probably forgotten what Wang Chi's background really is. Alright, you've given the gift and eaten the meal. Go back to where you came from, and don't show up here unless it's important." Third Uncle said impatiently, dismissing them with his first words.

Granny Wang looked at her third uncle guiltily, then at the large brick and tile house in front of her with resentment. She left with the words "like a dog biting Li Dongbin" and led the Wang family away in a sorry state.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved so easily by her third uncle, Song Jiaojiao didn't have time to think about the question, "What exactly is Wang Chi's background?" She quickly thanked her third uncle.

"Thank you very much, Third Uncle. If it weren't for you being here, this matter would not have been so easy to resolve."

"Alright, I'm not trying to help you. I only spoke up because I don't want any bad things to come out about He Fan later." Third Uncle said, glancing at Song Jiaojiao. He was still dissatisfied with Song Jiaojiao's decision to break off the engagement, even though he knew it was unavoidable. He just felt uncomfortable.

Song Jiaojiao didn't know what she had done to offend her third uncle, so she just awkwardly touched her nose and didn't say anything.

Aunt Lin pulled Song Jiaojiao aside and whispered, "Don't listen to your third uncle. He's just a bit stubborn, but he has a good heart."

"Auntie, I know," Song Jiaojiao said while washing the dishes.

With red eyes, Wang Hefan whispered his thanks to his third great-uncle, "Third great-uncle, thank you."

Third Uncle didn't say anything, but silently patted Wang Hefan on the shoulder.

When everyone had finished packing up and were ready to go home, Song Jiaojiao told them not to mind taking the leftover food with them, since there was too much for them to finish.

How could anyone complain? Putting aside everything else, just the oil and gravy in the bowl is something they only get to eat once in a long while.

As night fell, Song Jiaojiao's family moved into their new house. Song Jiaojiao slept in the main room, with Mu Qing's room to her right, and Mu Xue's room to Mu Qing's right. Mu Xue, who was afraid to sleep alone, pulled Xu An into her room to keep her company.

Xu An, looking terrified, kept glancing at Song Jiaojiao and her mother. How could a servant sleep in the same room as their master? He only followed her in after Song Jiaojiao nodded.

Wang Hefan lived to the left of Song Jiaojiao, separated by a room that Song Jiaojiao used as a study. Originally, Song Jiaojiao planned to let Xu Da live in the two rooms closer to the door, but Xu Da said that there were many sweet potatoes in the old house and someone needed to watch them, so he and Xu Fang went there, leaving only his youngest son to live in the new house.

Song Jiaojiao thought that someone really needed to keep an eye on things over there, so she agreed, and that's how everyone's accommodations were arranged.

Song Jiaojiao lay on the 1.8-meter-wide bed, finally no longer unable to even turn over.

Thinking that the ginseng I dug up a couple of days ago had upgraded my space, I went into the space to take a look.

Upon entering the space, one can clearly feel the increase in size of the warehouse and thatched hut, by at least double. The original one acre of yellow land has become two acres, and the land that looked almost fully planted has suddenly become much more spacious.

Stepping into the thatched hut, the interior had changed. It was no longer a place where you could see everything at a glance. Now, a wall had been added in the middle, creating a separate main room. Inside the main room, there was an eight-immortal table and a rocking chair.

Entering the inner room, one finds a desk and a wardrobe added. At the foot of the bed sits a fifty-tael silver ingot, gleaming brightly. On the desk is a box containing Song Jiaojiao's remaining silver coins. It doesn't look like much; the loose change adds up to less than a hundred taels. With these fifty taels, she can still use them for a while.

After looking at the space, Song Jiaojiao lay in bed thinking about what she needed to do next, but before she could sort out her thoughts, she couldn't resist the temptation to sleep.

The next day,

It was raining outside, and I could clearly feel the chill when I woke up this morning. They say that every autumn rain brings a chill, and after this rain, winter will probably officially begin.

Taking advantage of the rain, Song Jiaojiao's family began preparing to process sweet potato starch. The frame that Xu Da had built last time was also finished. Song Jiaojiao was thinking of building a drying room next to the frame so that they could continue processing sweet potato starch even on rainy days. But how should they do it?

The group of people were so tired after a long day that they could barely straighten their backs, and they had only managed to collect 500 jin (250 kg). Since no one brought sweet potatoes over because of the rain, the sweet potatoes in the small courtyard had finally been reduced in number.

Seeing that the sky had been foggy all day, Song Jiaojiao figured the rain would last a long time. Considering there wasn't much prey in the mountains during winter, she asked Wang Hefan to ask Cheng Yun if he was willing to work as a farmhand for twenty coins a day. If he was willing, he could start tomorrow.

Seeing Wang Hefan wearing a raincoat to go find Cheng Yun, Song Jiaojiao also put on a hat and went out. The bamboo hats here were very large, almost as big as the parasols of the previous life, which was more than enough to wear in the light rain.

The road was difficult to walk on in the rain, slippery all the way. Fortunately, there were many people in the village, so the road was more solid, which made Song Jiaojiao feel a little better.

Arriving at the village chief's house, Song Jiaojiao wiped some of the mud off her shoes, knocked on the door, and called out loudly, "Auntie, are you home?"

A moment later, a voice came from inside the house, "Coming. Who is it?"