Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade

Wenhua County, adjacent to Green Spring River, is connected to the Jingxiang Canal. A boat departing from here can enter the Jingxiang Canal after a five-day journey, and then traveling nearly half a month northward, one can reach Capital City. Heading south to Xiangyang, entering the Qian River, one can reach Jiangnan.

Qian Yixiu felt somewhat perplexed; the Changjiang River, which has nurtured the descendants of China since ancient times, was apparently not called the Changjiang River here. Here, the Qian River seemed a bit like the Changjiang River.

Qian Yixiu gazed at the surging Hong River, thinking that once her family became wealthy, they would build a wharf here, making the transportation of goods much more convenient. The Hong River was a tributary of the Green Spring River, meandering its way to Wenhua County before flowing into the Green Spring River. With a wharf built here, travel to the provincial capital, Capital City, Xiangyang, and Jiangnan would all be much faster. She hadn’t expected the water transport of this alternate era to be so developed, with the construction of the Jingxiang Canal that connected the south and the north.

This era diverged from the historical flow of her previous life, yet the development trend and civilization before the Jin Kingdom were extremely similar, yet not entirely the same—it was completely chaotic. Qian Yixiu racked her brain but could not make any sense of it.

The lotus root harvest was abundant, causing envy, jealousy, and hatred among villagers like Wang Lizheng. Especially for Wang Lizheng, who had sold so much good land cheaply through his own hands, and yet did not buy a single acre for himself—his heart was bleeding.

If it had been anyone else, they would definitely try to squeeze some ponds out of them. But the Qian family was not someone he could afford to provoke now. Mainly, he was afraid of Qian Sangui. Otherwise, he would definitely have tried to get five acres of pond from both Qian Dagui and Qian Ergui.

Qian Dagui and Lady Wang were very happy. They had not expected that growing lotus roots would yield more profits than a year of farming the fields. The key point was that the lotus ponds required less investment, costing only twenty-two taels of silver to buy fifteen acres. The wages for digging the ponds weren’t much either, totaling thirty taels of silver. This was only equivalent to the cost of four acres of paddy fields, yet the output was much more than that of four acres of paddy fields.

Qian Dagui regretfully said, "Hearing from my third brother, the land further west isn’t good, otherwise we could have bought more land for ponds."

Lady Wang snorted, "If we had known, we should have bought more last year instead of letting outsiders like the Wan family benefit from it."

Qian Dagui frowned, "Woman, you’re saying that again. That Wan family is the family of the third brother’s child-in-law; it’s only natural for the third brother to support them."

Lady Wang said, "No matter how close a family by marriage is, can they be closer than brothers?"

Qian Dagui said, "You think every in-law is like the ones we picked, giving us constant headaches? When people get along well with their in-laws, they can indeed be as close as brothers. That way, our daughter won’t be wronged when she marries over."