Transmigrated Farmgirl’s Scheme to Get Rich

smile and said, “Xiaosan’s wife, you’re here? Come in and sit down.”

Mo Zhenian’s nickname was Mo Xiaosan.
[1]

Mrs.
Liang handed him the basket in her hand, “Sir Lu, Junming said he liked the salted eggs I made for lunch, so I cooked a few and brought them to him.
This is also to thank you for helping apply medicine and wrap her wound.”

Grandpa Lu took the basket and replied, “You’re too kind, everyone in this village has to help each other out.
In the future, when I am gone, I will have to ask everyone to help with my funeral!” [2]

“What are you talking about? You’re so strong and healthy, you’ll live for a hundred years.
You have to see Junming get married, no matter what.”

“Thank you for your kind words.
I have something to ask you; if you hadn’t just arrived, I’d have asked Ming’er to find you.”

“What do you want to ask me?”

“The daughter-in-law of the Zhang family who used to cook for me and Ming’er is no longer coming, so I was worried about finding a new cook.
After lunch, Ming’er came back and said he likes your cooking, so I want to hire you to cook for us.
Is eight hundred dollars a month acceptable?” [3]

“Yes!”

Things had gone really smoothly!

Neither Mrs.
Liang nor Mo Yan believed Mrs.
Zhang had actually left.
Lu Junming must’ve told his grandfather.

Mo Yan pointed towards the kitchen, “Mum, the kitchen is over there.”

As she left the kitchen, Lu Junming walked out of his room.
He didn’t say anything and just smiled at Mo Yan, who smiled back at him.

Lu Junming knew that Mo Yan wouldn’t stay for dinner, so he asked her to come tomorrow to reapply her medicine.
Mo Yan said, “Mr.
Cao says I need to do more exercise, so I’ll be running by the pond in the morning.
I’ll come to yours to do that after I’m done.”

“Ok, see you tomorrow!”

Mrs.
Liang’s cooking skills were much better than Mrs.
Zhang.
She stir-fried two dishes with ingredients they already had, made two biscuits and cooked some millet rice.

The chunks of vegetables she chopped up looked uniform and the colours of the stir-fried dishes were bright, making them look very appealing.

Mrs.
Liang cleaned up the kitchen and said, “Sir Lu, please enjoy your meal.
Leave the bowls for me to wash tomorrow and put all the clothes that need to be washed in one place.
If there is anything else, ask Junming to call me.”

When she got home, Mo Yan served up the leftovers from lunch for dinner.
There was only one piece of white bread left, which Mo Feng grabbed before he sat down.

Mo Ling rolled her eyes at him, “Have you never eaten before in your life?”

Mo Feng took a bite out of the piece of white bread, “If I could eat this every day, would I eat as quickly? It’s because this family is so poor!”

“Then go and earn money! All you do is eat and eat and eat!”

“Why don’t you earn it then? You can’t even harvest wheat for half a day!”

“What about you? You’re fourteen, and you haven’t earned a single dollar for the family! All you do is eat! You’re dumber than Er Dan!” The more she cursed, the angrier she got, and she picked up the broom standing on the wall and swung it at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng tried to block the broom, but it hit his arm and hurt his shoulder.
He put his hand over it and cried out, “How dare you hit me! Let’s see if mum deals with you when she comes back!”

While he was talking, Mrs.
Liang entered the door and saw her son covering his arm and complaining of pain.

“Did you hit him, you whelp?”

Mo Ling replied without showing weakness, “Yes, I did, and I regret it.
I should have broken all four of his limbs.
It’s not like he’s going to earn money with them anyways!”

“What are you talking about?” With that.
Liang’s slaps fell on Mo Ling’s body.
She didn’t move a muscle and just glared at her with anger.

Post-edit notes: And she gets the job!
[1] It’s funny to me, because ‘xiaosan’ means ‘mistress’.
[2] That is some very morbid humour.
[3] That’s almost quintuple the amount Mo Zhenian brings back home!