Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Ye Shuzhi, having heard her mother's words, knew that as someone already betrothed, she should not go searching around in other people's houses. She could only consider involving her mother and younger sister:

"Mother, why don't you and my younger sister go take a look at the neighbor's place?"

Ye Shuzhen, solely concerned with not being able to eat honey, once again proposed a bad idea:

"Mother, let's go have a look. If it really is Granny Li's house that has the bees, we could share in the spoils. After all, the honey harvested from the mountain bees is everyone's share."

"Yes, what's found in the mountains is everyone's share. Let's go over to her house and take a look."

Mrs. Lai felt the same after hearing her daughters' suggestions. Just as she and Ye Shuzhen were stepping out, they encountered two men carrying baskets of rice walking towards Granny Li's house. They noticed the mother and daughter not busy at home but stepping out instead.

Hongji's father's first thought was that his wife and young daughter were shirking their duties. He glared at them and said, "Where are you going? Not staying at home working properly, what time do you think it is? Still trying to be lazy."

Mrs. Lai, hearing the old man's reprimanding tone and seeing her son had also returned, stopped in her tracks and reluctantly turned back, not daring to provoke further scolding by visiting the neighbor.

"Father, we're not being lazy, we just wanted to check next door to see if they have taken a bee's nest from the mountain. The things from the mountains are shared by all, if we find any, they should share some honey with us."

Ye Shuzhen was only thinking about eating, heedless of anything else, and blurted everything out rapidly.

Ye Shuzhi, hearing her younger sister's words, stamped her foot in frustration. Why did she have to end up with a pig-headed partner in crime? She hurried back to her chores, pretending to work earnestly.

"Nonsense, go back, there's no bee's nest, even if their family did find one, it would belong to them. Doesn't your daughter understand, and you, old woman, don't you either? Always looking for trouble."

Hongji's father, already red-faced and sweating from carrying the rice, grew even more furious, his beard bristling with anger.

"Mother, younger sister, let's go back! We haven't heard anything about their family having bees."

Hongji could only try to appease them. He could not afford to repay kindness with ingratitude, given Granny Li's favors to his family. Perhaps his parents or other family members didn't feel it, but he, a grown man, held it dear in his heart, recalling the scene when his wife was in labor.

None of his family went to look, only Granny Li kindly ignored her own family's objections to come see his wife. He held this kindness deep in his heart.

"No... Indeed, the sweet scent seems not to be coming from over there." Mrs. Lai, chastised by her husband and son yet still reluctant,

"This... really seems not to be, actually, it seems to be a fragrance coming from our own courtyard, not from the neighbors."

Ye Shuzhen, puzzled, looked towards their house, which she had just checked.

Ye Shuzhen ran back to continue searching the courtyard incessantly.

When Ye Shuzhi saw her mother and sister returning, she whispered to Mrs. Lai, realizing the sweet scent was indeed not coming from the neighbor's.

About to search their own courtyard thoroughly, they were forcefully interrupted by their father's angry scolding and had to stop.

"I think you just don't want to work, looking for excuses to create chaos. Thankfully we came back in time to prevent you from letting the neighbors know what you were up to. Where would we put our faces? Do you still want to get married?"

Hongji's father set down the baskets he was carrying. Though the courtyard rice had already been attended to, it didn't stop him from chastising his wife and daughters.

"Father, let's have a drink of water. I think mother and the sisters must have smelled wrong. There's a sweet fragrance in our courtyard, yet our family has never kept bees." Hongji entered the courtyard and also sensed the sweet scent.

Hongji's father, having stopped scolding, washed his hands and took a drink of water. While smoking bamboo pipe tobacco, he too smelled the sweet scent.

He wondered why there was such a sweet scent in the courtyard?

Everyone was puzzled. Hongji drank some water and wiped his sweat, glancing through the window into his room at the two children. He saw Siwa sucking his fingers.

It seemed as if he was savoring something delicious as he continuously licked his fingers.

The child's action was unconscious, having eaten the honey too quickly and feeling it was a pity it had ended so soon. Yearning to eat more, he felt the sweet taste still on his hands and used his tongue to lick them. Seeing his father peering through the window, he gave him a silly smile.

Hongji, puzzled, stepped closer and closer to the window. The closer he got, the stronger the sweet scent became, and he again saw Siwa's finger-licking action.

Hongji then glanced back at his family. Just now, his mother and sisters had been searching for the sweet scent, which turned out to be coming from his own room.

But why did his room smell sweet? Could the two children have eaten honey?

Where would the two children get honey from? He had been with them in the fields all morning and hadn't found honey in the mountains.

Hongji glanced at his youngest daughter, whose behavior had always been strange, unlike her elder sisters.

In the past two months, while taking care of his daughter, he had witnessed her agility. If it weren't for her child-like appearance, he would have thought she was an adult.

Besides being unable to speak and having limited mobility, she seemed to understand everything.

Hongji always had the illusion that he wasn't dealing with a three or four-month-old baby but a sensible young lady.

Ye Shiqi noticed the look her father gave them, and her heart skipped a beat. He must have discovered something but stood there without speaking.

She was afraid that her father would shout, which would put her secret at risk of being exposed.

The scariest part was that her father was somewhat foolishly devoted. If he revealed her secret, could her little body, still that of a child, withstand the punishment from the witch?

"Hongji, take a seat. Let's get back to work soon."

Hongji's father, seeing his son standing foolishly, felt a bit sorry for him. He was so tired, yet he hadn't rested.

"Father, I'll go inside and check on the two children." Hongji decided to enter the room to clarify his doubts.

Hongji opened the door to his room, then closed it again and also shut the small window.

He still heard his younger sister's voice, "Why is brother going into the room and closing the doors and windows? Isn't he afraid that the two children might suffocate?"

The people in the courtyard didn't respond to Ye Shuzhen's words.

Hongji didn't reply to his younger sister's comment either; his attention was on the two children.

He carefully asked Siwa,

"Siwa, is it sweet?"

Ye Shiqi, with a frightened look, gazed at her father and then at her sister's naively smiling face and said,

"Sweet, honey."

Ye Shiqi closed her eyes and then covered her face with her hands, muttering to herself, Oh my God, the jig is up.

She peeked at her father through the gaps between her fingers.

Hongji was honest and loyal, but he was not a fool. If he were, how could he have mastered carpentry so well and even surpassed his mentor?

Seeing Siwa's silly smiling face, he knew this child was not the mastermind. Then who was? The three-month-old baby?

Hongji turned his gaze toward Wuwa, who was covering her face. What kind of secret did this baby, who could barely speak, have?

Although he was an atheist, he knew that many things in this world do not simply cease to exist because they are denied. Then why are there heaven and earth?

Hongji stared intently at the little baby, many questions flooding his mind. When this child was born, her mother had a severe hemorrhage but miraculously recovered.

Unlike other children who would soil their diapers, this child never needed them, saving them a lot of trouble.

While other children might not seem healthy even with milk, this baby, only fed rice water after his wife had gone to work, managed to grow plump and healthy.

While small children often fell ill with fevers, which his own four children had, the little baby had never suffered from one, which he considered lucky.

There were also one or two instances when the other children had a fever or a cold, they suddenly got better.

There were too many unanswerable questions. Facing this small baby who couldn't yet speak, what could he ask her?