Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 291 - 256 Owning a Home of One’s Own

Hongji considered carefully; the medicinal plant seedlings his daughter had obtained with such difficulty couldn’t just be discarded.

It was a kind gesture from someone else, so he decided to establish a small herb garden to plant the seedlings and nurture them carefully.

Mr. Mo and his wife were, of course, aware of this matter. Applauding his young uncle’s enthusiasm, he did not try to dampen others’ passion for planting.

While he was not familiar with matters concerning medicinal herbs, he did know that some were hard to come by, not something one could simply dig up in the mountains.

Especially since they required meticulous cultivation, many herbs that could not be grown in the North needed the warm climate of the Southern lands.

Having been teaching here for over two months, Mr. Mo noticed the differences between the Southern and Northern regions, namely that in the South they could plant multiple crops in winter, while in the North, they could only hide from the snow at home.

A scholar suddenly couldn’t think of a way to improve this planting issue for his hometown.

Seeing the farming enthusiasm of the Southern peasants, he mentioned it in his letters home, and his family could only respond with letters expressing their envy—it was the climate, something they could not envy themselves into having.

Most of the time, farmers lived at the mercy of the weather. Without rain or if plagued by continuous rainy days, their crops could suffer greatly, and natural disasters like flash floods were beyond their control.

Often, they could only pray to the gods and buddhas, hoping for a bountiful harvest and livestock to flourish more than cattle.

After her brother’s visit and receiving letters from her family and her cousin, Mrs. Mo learned that the little courtyard they used to live in had been bought by her cousin.

"Husband, look, we now have a home of our own!"

Usually, Mrs. Mo would be the first to read letters from her family or those sent by relatives on her side, and if she allowed Mr. Mo to read them, it meant they contained good news.

After all, their marriage hadn’t been blessed at the start, and many people who had sent letters over hadn’t even mentioned Mr. Mo.

Most of them still felt sorry that Mrs. Mo had married a man with no significant talents, someone they thought couldn’t bring her happiness, filled more with contempt and blame than anything.

Mrs. Mo had always stood firm because of her beliefs in the past. Even if her friends and relatives meant well and had yet to understand her feelings, they now moved in harmony, even if the husband’s profession didn’t seem all that impressive.

But after all, it was an honest living earned by his own hands and he was respected by his students. Gradually, their relatives forgave and began to bless them.

The pressure that Mrs. Mo had faced in the past was now lifted off both husband and wife. They were busy every day with the teacher’s work but felt such a simple life was indeed very happy.

Upon hearing his wife’s words, Mr. Mo knew that the letter must have come from a relative. He did not take the letter to read, displaying a true gentleman’s demeanor, choosing to trust his wife. Seeing her joyful smile, he smiled along with her.

"Yes, we have a home now, and all we’re missing now is a little baby and..."

Mr. Mo didn’t finish saying the rest, but Mrs. Mo already knew what he was about to say: they already had a home and believed a baby would come soon. What the husband longed for was official recognition, and she believed that would come too.

In fact, by now, he felt that many wealthy folks lived very well without any official titles. As long as he and his wife worked a little harder and earned a bit more money, life could be quite comfortable without worry, and that wasn’t bad at all.

Although such a life couldn’t compare to those from wealthy or high-ranking families, a simple life could also be a form of happiness, and it wasn’t something everyone could have.

Many couldn’t see this, constantly lost in their troubles, but they were already far happier than many, at least they didn’t have to worry about basic necessities.

"Husband, your young brother has delivered the medicinal plant seedlings to the Ye family, and in return, they’re planning to send back some grain or fruits and vegetables to the capital. Let’s also write a letter back to our family."

The team that made the deliveries had just brought the seedlings to the Ye family and were invited to stay on the estate to rest. Afterwards, they would be given grains, fruits, vegetables, and poultry in exchange for the seedlings.

The people from the Zhong Family, who had delivered the seedlings, said that there was no need to pay for them, as the young master had sent them.

Every farmer knew that refusing payment meant an exchange of goods of equivalent value.

Hongji, the honest fellow, understood this all too well. Ever since their estate had been established, they had become especially popular among the affluent.

They said that the fruits, vegetables, grains, poultry, and eggs they grew tasted better than what could be purchased elsewhere. Wealthy families also had their own estates, yet they chose to buy the expensive goods from their estate rather than consume their own.