Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 99 Seeing Money Makes Him Happy (Second Update)

Chapter 99: 99 Seeing Money Makes Him Happy (Second Update)

Ma Donghua’s motion of tying her trousers froze at a specific moment, her eyes wide as she watched the red envelope that was within her grasp slide from under her feet, heading straight down.

Latrines from the nineties consisted of a layer of boards above and a pit below, with roughly one to two meters separating the pit from the boards.

The vista below is not going to be elaborated on here; suffice it to say, it wasn’t a pretty sight.

Ma Donghua watched as the red envelope fell straight into the pit and screamed for Su Guisheng, "Guisheng, get the flashlight from home, and bring a stick over here."

Damn it, how did it just fall down there.

That was more than six hundred in there, over six hundred.

When Su Guisheng heard Ma Donghua’s shout, he came over with a long bamboo pole, "What’s happened?"

"The red envelope fell down there, hurry and fish it out."

Su Guisheng, holding his nose, extended the bamboo pole.

Out of nowhere, a rat scampered by, adroitly moving towards the envelope and landed right on top of it. The envelope, which had been floating, sank directly down.

"Even the rats are against me," lamented Ma Donghua, tearing up. What on earth was happening?

The commotion made by the couple was significant, attracting some onlookers. After finding out what had happened, everyone showed pity on their faces, "It’s all fallen in there, even if you get it back, it’s probably unusable."

"Right, even if you fish it out, it wouldn’t bring good luck, just let it go."

"In the middle of the night, it’s pitch dark and all."

Su Guisheng looked back and forth uneasily at Ma Donghua, torn between retrieving it or not.

Hearing the villagers’ comments, Ma Donghua turned sharply, "Su Guisheng, I don’t care, you have to pick it up for me."

"Donghua, maybe we should just let it go," pleaded Su Guisheng, really not wanting to lose face.

"I don’t care, I don’t care," Ma Donghua was adamant about retrieving it, "You have to find a way."

"What if we come back tomorrow morning when it’s light out?"

"Who knows if someone will pick it up by then."

More than six hundred yuan was at stake—some people might be tempted by the sight of money.

...

The noise outside continued until midnight. The red envelope was indeed retrieved, but a few bills were damaged, leaving only a little over one hundred that were still good.

Listening to the news, everyone chuckled—banknotes soaked from the pit must be especially fragrant to use.

Early in the morning, He Ximei planned to head to the city with Pengzi to sell chili sauce. There was no other choice, as the taste of success from the prior day had filled them with confidence on their journey once again.

Less than an hour after leaving home, He Ximei returned, and Wu Ershun was with her.

"Su Xiaofeng," Wu Ershun walked into the house as if he owned the place, "How much more of that chili sauce do you have? Give it all to me. I took some to my uncle’s restaurant and told him to use it for making chopped chili fish head. My uncle made one, and the flavor was incredibly good. He immediately placed an order with me. Whatever you have, give me all of it—I’m afraid there won’t be enough for my uncle’s restaurant." They could sell dozens of plates of chopped chili fish head each day. The previous thirty-five bottles would probably run out in two or three days.

While speaking, he placed the money for the previous order on the table, "That’s fifty-three yuan in total, count it."

He Ximei looked at the money on the table, and upon hearing Wu Ershun’s words, her fingers trembled with excitement.

Thirty-five bottles taken by one person, and they still wanted more.

This must be a dream, just some plain chili sauce, and yet it has become so in-demand.

Su Xiaofeng glanced at the money on the table. There was no more chili sauce for today, but since he had helped her out so much, she didn’t want to send him away empty-handed, "How about this, you go to Doctor Ye’s house and wait. Come back around three o’clock in the afternoon, and it should be about ready."

"Alright, but the quality has to be the same as last time, yeah," Wu Ershun said upon receiving Su Xiaofeng’s confirmation, and then he rode off on his motorbike in search of Ye Cheng.

"Auntie," seeing the sales doing well, Su Xiaofeng immediately decided to ramp up production, "Take Pengzi and go collect red peppers from the village. I’ll prepare the ingredients at home. Let’s collect more today, aim for one hundred and fifty catties."

There were still over a hundred bottles left at home; one hundred and fifty catties would be about right.

With that, she handed all the money on the table to He Ximei.

This time of year, every household grew peppers, so gathering over one hundred catties was not challenging.

Upon hearing that He Ximei was buying peppers, the villagers came over to inquire about the price. When they learned the price matched that of the town, those who had peppers at home hurriedly grabbed their baskets and went to their fields to pick.

In less than an hour, over one hundred catties of peppers were in hand.

"Auntie third uncle," Xiaofeng called out to Auntie third uncle, "are you busy right now? I’d like to ask for your help with chopping some chili peppers."

She intended to pay her for the work, but didn’t mention it at the moment, fearing Auntie third uncle might refuse if she did.

"Those from before have all been sold," Xiaofeng had helped with chopping chili peppers the day before yesterday, and it wasn’t a small amount either. It hadn’t been long, and Xiaofeng was busy again.

"Yes, they’ve all been sold, and the customers want more."

Auntie third uncle listened to Xiaofeng’s nonchalant words and didn’t quite know how to respond, "Okay, I have time, of course I have time."

They were all freshly picked from the field, bright and brilliant red, dripping with allure.

Su Peng was helping out on the side, labeling and such, getting quite skilled at it.

Because there was so much to do, they were even too busy to cook lunch.

"Oh, Xiaofeng." Su Wu’s mom came over with lunch for them to eat at Xiaofeng’s place, "Are you chopping chili sauce to sell?"

Wiping the fine sweat from her forehead with her arm, Xiaofeng explained, "The restaurant owners want to save some trouble, so they have us process it directly, and we earn a bit of hard-earned money."

"You can do that?" As if the big restaurants were lacking in manpower.

"Yes, it was also through a friend’s introduction. Anyway, the task is simple. We’ll see how much money it brings, more or less, but there’s always a number, right?" Xiaofeng looked up, her bright eyes looking particularly attractive.

"That’s great to hear," Su Wu’s mom said, seeing them bustling with activity, "Have you eaten yet? If not, come and eat at our house; we’ve made quite a bit for lunch."

"I’ve asked my daughter-in-law to make some," Auntie third uncle chimed in, "It should be ready soon."

"That works too," Su Wu’s mom said, sneezing continuously because of the chili peppers that filled the room, "It’s too spicy here; I’ll head back first."

This job was not for the faint-hearted; it was spicy.

Everyone present was wearing masks, with only their hands feeling the burn. Xiaofeng was fine, shielded by her space, not feeling it, but He Ximei and Auntie third uncle had hands red and stinging from the spice.

Fortunately, the task wasn’t complicated. After chopping, Xiaofeng started seasoning and then bottling. So by two o’clock in the afternoon, they were done.

One hundred and forty-five bottles, neatly arranged on the table, were particularly pleasing to the eye.

Thinking of Wu Ershun’s brother, Xiaofeng had prepared some fresh radish greens for him this time – just-pulled radish sprouts blanched in hot water, then finely chopped and stir-fried, a nice appetizer.

...

"Brother Cheng, you don’t know, my uncle took my advice and made a dish of fish head with chopped chili. It tasted so good, their eyes nearly popped out," Ershun recalled the expression of his uncle and beamed with satisfaction, "I bragged to them that the deliciousness of the fish head was all thanks to these chilies. My uncle applauded and said he would take all the chilies we have, as many as possible."

Ye Cheng, sitting under a flower trellis with a book in his hand, looked relaxed and didn’t respond.

"That’s why I came over today to get goods from Su Xiaofeng. She agreed right away, telling me to come for them at three in the afternoon. It’s too bad she can’t be my sister-in-law with such capability," Ershun mused.

"Brother Cheng," Ershun stood up suddenly, a look of fervor on his face, "What do you think about me playing matchmaker once my brother gets better? Look how much Su Xiaofeng cares for my brother. Last time, she even sent him appetizers through me. When he’s better, I’ll tell him about everything Su Xiaofeng did for him; my brother is sure to fall in love with her."

My god, he was genius.

How had he not thought of this before?

Although Su Xiaofeng came from a poor family, she truly was a good person.

Ye Cheng put down his book and glanced at Ershun with a hard-to-read expression, "If your brother and Su Xiaofeng were meant to be, she would have already been your sister-in-law by now."

The impassioned conversation continued, with no substance behind it.

Ershun thought back to Su Xiaofeng’s last visit and suddenly lost his enthusiasm, "Yeah, you’re right."

"Brother Cheng," Ershun pondered for a moment, then spoke up seriously again, "What do you think... if I pursued Su Xiaofeng, do you think she might..."

Ye Cheng’s mouth twitched, and he shoved the book back into Ershun’s arms, "What are you thinking about? Go and cook."

Ershun stood up, a look of earnestness on his face, "It’s a shame Su Xiaofeng isn’t my type, plus she’s got another on the way. I’m finding it a bit hard to accept."

Such a beauty, ruined by some scumbag.

Ye Cheng kicked out, "Are we eating or not? You talk too much."

Caught off guard by the sudden kick, Ershun nearly fell face-first, shooting a look of woeful reproach at Cheng, "Brother Cheng, don’t you have a bit of sympathy for Su Xiaofeng?"

He was worried for her; what would her future be like?