Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 287 - 254 Boss Requests_3

The genetics of my parents were so good, and I was so well-nourished since I was young; could it be that like that little girl, I have something like a "Space" and a "Spiritual Spring" from my youth?

That’s right, the Spiritual Spring... The little girl managed to grow those flowers, plants, and trees so well, it must be due to her own "Golden Finger," right?

The honey tastes so good; it must be that the bees raised on "Space Water."

Meng Zhaojun guessed the truth.

Since attending Tang Shunyan’s birthday party, she has not held a banquet for her own birthday.

Those who knew her birthday brought gifts to her, but her mother, citing an intense study schedule, did not let her meet some of her friends.

After that day, Mrs. Meng had not seen those wealthy ladies for quite some time, and on the rare occasions when someone did visit, she would only engage in brief conversations before sending them away.

It was that particular incident that embarrassed her; she always felt like she was being watched, the subject of gossip and laughter.

Perhaps those noble ladies realized that Mrs. Meng did not want to see them, didn’t dare to speak of Lady Meng in front of her, and certainly wouldn’t mention the Ye Family’s farmer girl.

Meng Zhaojun covered her mouth and yawned, stretching languidly, and asked:

"Where’s Liang Chen?"

"Lady, Liang Chen was on duty last night and left early this morning," said Mei Jing as she proceeded to dress and make up her mistress.

Meng Zhaojun had also learned some makeup techniques to conceal the dark circles under her eyes so that no one would notice she had stayed up late.

She nodded in response to her maid’s words. Liang Chen was always dependable, and with her taking care of things, Meng Zhaojun didn’t have to worry about many matters.

Meng Zhaojun appeared once again in her mother’s courtyard. As the days grew colder, Mrs. Meng, concerned for her son going to school, would have the maids prepare breakfast for him to eat on the way.

The cold weather had not brought snow, merely the howling northern winds.

Meng Zhaojun and her mother were having breakfast at the table, her father had already left for his duties.

The closer it got to the Spring Festival, the busier County Magistrate Meng became. This busy period was ... aside from the village chiefs from various places starting to report on the rice harvests, which seemed to be better than in previous years.

Such news was pleasant to hear and reminded everyone to pay attention to the weather and hurry to harvest the ripe rice.

Golden October, the time of harvest, and during breakfast, Mrs. Meng said to her daughter:

"The estate we invested in begins harvesting rice today."

"Hmm..."

Meng Zhaojun never took notice of the estate’s work. In both her lifetimes, she had never seen farmers toiling hard; she understood that paying someone else to do the work well was enough, so there was no need to invest more thought into it.

"Aren’t you interested in the harvest yield of the estate you invested in?"

Though Mrs. Meng spoke calmly, she knew it was impossible for a five- or six-year-old girl to pay attention to managing an estate.

By saying this, she merely wished to encourage her daughter to see things through from start to finish.

"Mother, you always say I’m too young to go outside. It’s icy cold in the morning and then unbearably hot when the sun is out. Do you want your daughter to go and inspect the estate?"

Mrs. Meng did not respond to Meng Zhaojun’s question and did not elaborate further on the matter.

Beyond supervising her daughter, Mrs. Meng had begun writing letters to Shangjing, as some activities needed to be addressed.

Right after the harvest, there were things that her husband would be busy with.

As his dutiful wife, she was also helping out.

Letters from her parental home hinted that this year, they might have a chance to return to the capital.

Mrs. Meng knew this owed to the effort they had both put in over the last several years, as well as her husband’s strong recommendations to wealthy families to establish more estates and engage in cultivation this year.

The accomplishments herein were considerable; this year’s tax revenue increased, and offerings to the court were most successful.

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In the recent fine weather, every household in Bushen Village busied themselves harvesting rice.

Ye’s Mansion was also in the midst of the harvest. During this season, villagers with ripe rice in their fields would prioritize bringing their own yield home.

They would then choose to do part-time work, but for those long-term workers employed by the Ye family, they could only begin by helping the Ye family harvest the rice in their fields.

At night, they would work by lamp light, joining their family in the cool, rainless weather, laboring hard through the night!

During the harvest season, the farmers were the busiest, and those who took on part-time work exhausted themselves for the chance to earn more money.

The elderly and children of each household also became busy, helping to dry the rice and picking up any grains that fell in the field.

Amidst all the bustling activity, the sisters of the Ye family stayed busy, learning to read and play musical instruments in their leisure time, while giving their teacher a break during their busy season.

They would not, of course, work in the fields like the long-term workers, nor dry the rice themselves.

Aware of how hard the farmers worked, they arranged for large quantities of mung bean porridge and tea to be prepared and sent to the fields.

The woodworking factory in the village wouldn’t take a break; the farmers working there could only work during the day, tending to their own affairs after their shifts ended.

Hongji was the same; as the estate was in the middle of the harvest, he could only help out at night.

Father and son lived like rich men, yet unlike the rich, they did not disregard manual labor.

The most idle member of the household was Mrs. Lai, who was always instructing others without doing any work herself.

Unwilling to face the cold in the morning, she waited until the sun was out before ordering her maid to place a chair in the sun for her to sit and soak up the warmth.