The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family

In Fang Family Village, the Sweet Potato Flour Workshop by Horse Temple and Xiao Yang Village had its beams raised, and everyone couldn’t stop singing the praises of Sister Peiqin and her brother. Whenever mentioned, people had to compliment them.

When the beams were being raised, Pei Qin came over and stayed for half a day, her ears almost developed calluses from all the praise.

The Sweet Potato Flour Workshop being handed over to the Fang family for management quite pleased Fang Li. If they could make sweet potato flour and sell it everywhere, their family could finally make some big bucks. While everyone talked about getting into a major business deal and suggested that they save up money to buy a share, they had no income. They didn’t even have to spend Dalang’s salary but still had to send him silver, and with just a little silver coin at home, where could they find the capital to buy a share? They would end up with nothing, not even a mosquito leg’s worth of meat.

Now that they had this Sweet Potato Flour Workshop, it was finally an income source that was decent to look at.

But it completely incurred the wrath and hatred of Fang Hui. Their family barely benefited, yet they had to acknowledge everywhere that they took huge advantage from her natal family, relying on maternal connections, riding on Pei Qin’s coattails to success. Where had their own family progressed to? They weren’t even given a noodle shop; even a pancake stall was offered to others, not to them!

This text is hosted at novel⚑fire.net

All those skate scooters and corn threshing machines were Pei Qin’s creations, all taught to others, but not even slightly considered for their family! As they grew more prosperous, her own family doted on them even more. Yet she was left to the side, left to languish in poverty, watching them rise to wealth—was she not their own flesh and blood? It was simply detestable!

Seeing the workshop nearing completion so quickly, Fang Hui suggested to Old Scholar Fang, "Since so many people in the village are investing, our family should buy a share too! Without any income, and with our family growing and Er Lang needing to wed, we won’t have any money left."

Before Old Scholar Fang could respond, Fang Li outright disagreed, "This is the workshop of Fang Family Village; the shares are only bought by people from the three villages around here. What’s the stock for you people to buy into! Just keep making your spicy pickled cabbage, isn’t that enough! If we’re talking about no money, you sell your spicy pickled cabbage every year, which is pricier and earns much more than our sour bamboo shoots! We are still supporting Dalang and my younger brother in their studies! Your household doesn’t have any big expenses, and Feng Bo and Feng Chun can earn money too!"

Fang Hui’s face darkened, "So the workshop is to make everyone profit, but you won’t let our family get a share, will you!?"