Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Chapter 138: Chapter 137: Buying a Clay Pot

“Hehe, it’s no trouble, no trouble; I’ll get them clean, rest assured!”

The kiln factory owner directed the workers, and now there wasn’t much to do; keeping the workers idle was a waste, so giving them some tasks eased his burden as well.

It was just over 20 clay pots, and the owner assigned two workers— one to fetch water and another to wash them, which they did speedily.

Hongji watched them hauling so many buckets of water to clean the clay pots and admired his daughter’s intelligence. If he had brought these many pots back home to wash, how many buckets would he have needed to carry?

The five cents spent were well worth it; right now, he didn’t even have time for his carving work. It wouldn’t make sense to waste time on trifles.

If it had been before, when he earned just ten cents a day, five cents would be costly. But now his value had increased.

Hongji wasn’t sure if it was because he had some money on him now, or if he felt his time was as good as gold, but he didn’t feel a bit of heartache spending those five cents.

Mrs. Li silently watched her husband do as their daughter said, without any objection. She had been away from her children for several months and truly missed out on spending time with them.

Her husband’s doting on their daughter might have its reasons, which she hoped for. She had feared that having given birth to daughters, her family would look down on them, even her husband might neglect them; such children would indeed be pitiable.

The workers emptied the clean pots of water and helped load them into the carriage.

The driver had not seen the workers washing the pots, and noticing their clean and still wet exterior, he thought this owner provided very good end-to-end service, selling pots and even washing them for the customer.

When Hongji came out, he pulled out the two maces of silver to ask the owner for the change, not having a single copper coin on him—not even one cent.

The kiln factory’s owner didn’t say much, exchanged the two maces for one mace of silver, the rest in copper coins, including two large strings of them.

Seeing the change provided by the owner, Hongji thought it was trouble to carry so many more copper coins if he still had to fill his money bag to the brim.

After the pots were placed in the carriage, all seven family members boarded.

Once he was seated in the carriage, Hongji felt the bulging money bag and thought it was unsafe to keep the money on him, which made him glance once more at his little daughter in his lap.

He reached into his pocket, took out all the money, and placed it into his little daughter’s bosom.

“Husband, why are you giving all the money to the little girl? What if she loses it?”

Mrs. Li saw him handing over the money, sure it was more than two taels of silver, and there was also a large heap of copper coins given as change just now.

“Hehe, the money is even less safe with me. Besides, all this money was originally hidden away by the little girl for me; let’s have her hide it again!”

Hongji looked at his wife and spoke as if in jest; he didn’t explain too clearly because there were others present and it wouldn’t be appropriate to explain in detail.

“This…” Mrs. Li paused, at first thinking what her husband had said was in jest.

“Wuwa helped us hide the clothes and shoes. Granny and aunties searched but couldn’t find them,” explained Daya to her mother.

Mrs. Li looked at her five daughters; four older ones seemed to understand and nodded at her.

Her heart was full of questions, yet as her husband had said, it wasn’t the time to ask anything.

She glanced once again at the little girl’s clear gaze staring back at her; those big eyes seemed to be speaking, and as she looked into those eyes, she saw a trustworthy expression.

Hongji had just placed the coins in Ye Shiqi’s hands and bosom when she collected the money into her space. At that moment, she didn’t care if her family witnessed the magical scene of items disappearing before their eyes.

Ye Shiqi saw that the carriage had already entered the village entrance and would soon reach home. Now, what’s more important was to do one thing first, to transfer the honey from her space into the pottery jars.

With so many family members in the carriage, she could only silently gather all the pottery jars into her space, then began to fill them with honey, one by one.

The pottery jars they bought could possibly hold two jin each, but she wouldn’t fill them that much. The production of honey wasn’t that high.

Just two days ago, she had delivered a few jin, and yesterday, she saw there were about four or five jin left in her space. Over one night, it seemed to increase to about six jin of honey.

She used her thoughts to fill one jar with one jin of honey, precisely filling six jars with honey, and then cut some honeycomb to fill into a jar.

Then she wrote on each jar, marking those with honey as “one jin of honey” and the jar with honeycomb as “two jin of honeycomb.”

Initially, she had wanted to give the honeycomb to her mother to enhance her health. It seems that she would have to wait until her mother was no longer working as a wet nurse. Right now, the honey that was being sent to the Tang Family would definitely not end up in her mother’s hands.

Ye Shiqi had finished packing the honey and honeycomb into the jars and then brought the seven jars back out onto the carriage with her thoughts.

The people on the carriage had just been stunned by Ye Shiqi’s display of collecting the silver coins, and they hadn’t noticed the pottery jars placed at their feet.

At that moment, Ye Shiqi gestured to her father about those jars, made another hand signal, and then pointed at her mother.

The attention of the others was drawn to Ye Shiqi’s hand gestures and eyes, jumping so quickly that they couldn’t understand what she meant.

Hongji looked at the jars. He was literate and had seen those pots being washed by the workers before, which had not been marked with any writing.

Out of the more than 20 pottery jars, only seven remained, and they had writing on the outside.

Hongji, after witnessing his daughter conceal and reveal objects so many times, seemed unfazed by it.

Daya and her three younger sisters also did not seem surprised; they just wanted to know what was inside the jars.

Mrs. Li was stunned, her mouth agape, unable to utter a word. The strange tales she heard from the elders were just stories, just legends.

Seeing such an occurrence unfold right before her eyes with her own child left her staring blankly at her young daughter. She didn’t scream, nor did she think her daughter was a monster.

There were many Enhanced Beings in the world. For instance, the county was full of witches, as well as fortune-tellers. If they weren’t really in touch with the supernatural, how could they be so accurate in their predictions?

Mrs. Li had heard that those witches all had the Yangyang Eye, but looking at her daughter’s large, clear eyes, she didn’t think her daughter possessed this ability.

She dared not ask any questions out of confusion, fearing someone outside might hear. This incident absolutely could not be spread. No wonder her husband had said earlier that there were some things he couldn’t yet explain to her.

Such astonishing and strange events were beyond her comprehension, even if her husband tried to explain. Besides, her husband only half understood their daughter’s situation.

Their young daughter couldn’t even speak yet, and if she could, would she be able to explain these abilities of hers?

Mrs. Li began to worry about her daughter’s future. With a daughter too clever for comfort, they, as parents, felt immense pressure. How could they protect her?

Ensuring the healthy growth of such an extraordinary daughter, it seemed that her destiny was to rise from their humble farmer family, perhaps like a phoenix emerging from a chicken’s nest.

To confirm his suspicions, Hongji placed his young daughter in his wife’s arms and picked up a pottery jar to take a look inside, discovering the sweet aroma of honey wafting out.

He began to understand. Housekeeper Tang had always asked him to buy honey; it was his daughter who provided this source of income, and this time, she had allowed him to sell some for money.