A time-travel story of a peasant girl getting rich

"No need to say more. You looked down on me before and never called me big brother. You also called your sister-in-law Wang and Wang, showing no respect at all. Now I don't dare to be your big brother. What happened before will be what it will be in the future. I don't need you to look up to me. Just be well. Come on, send the guests away!"

Lin Dashan's aura was fully revealed. One by one, he made his family a mess. They really didn't take him seriously.

Xia Huo wanted to lose his temper and beat up Lin Dashan. What an ungrateful guy, how dare he give him face? However, he didn't dare. The money his family collected today could beat him to death. There were so many people in the village, he really couldn't do it.

He looked at Lin Xiaohua with disgust. It was all because of this woman. What a waste. Not only could she not please her elder brother, but she also caused Lanhua to be beaten up by that bitch Li Cuihua.

A few days ago, she was so proud of being able to come over for a drink that even my mother had to look up to her at home. Now...

I must give him a good beating when I get home. If I don’t, I won’t know why the flowers are so red!

Xia Huo was filled with anger but had nowhere to vent it. He could only do whatever he wanted to the woman in front of him. Lin Xiaohua looked at her husband's murderous eyes, trembling with fear, and looked at her mother pleadingly.

Mrs. Li couldn't bear to see her daughter go back to die: "Xia Huo, I've been feeling unwell these past few days, let Xiao Hua stay and take care of me for a few days."

"Mom, if you are weak, your sisters-in-law will be enough to take care of you. There are so many people in my eldest brother's farm, and they will definitely take good care of you. As for Xiaohua, I will take her away first. You know, I have a small family, and I am the only son of my parents to take care of them. My wife must take care of them before they die."

Old Mrs. Li was so angry that her whole body was shaking. This bastard, she just wanted to keep her daughter for a few days, and he dared to refute her. He really didn't take the old Lin family seriously!

But he was the only child of the Xia family, so what he said made sense. She had no control over her married daughter.

"In that case, you should take her home." She was useless, unable to help her daughter or her son. She was old, old, and could only be a burden.

Xia Huo looked at Lin Xiaohua proudly. She was smart. She knew to call for help. But the bitch was playing tricks on him.

Lin Xiaohua staggered and was dragged away by Xia Huo. Although Xia Lanhua was reluctant to leave, she felt ashamed because she had just pounced on Lin Dahe and was beaten up. She followed him dejectedly.

Lin Xiaohua's sons were having fun outside, not knowing what was going on inside. They knew they were leaving with their pockets full of candy and their hands full of snacks. Next time, when their uncle's family has a wedding, they will come again. The food at their uncle's house is really delicious, a hundred times better than at home!

Lin Xiaohua felt disheartened. What her elder brother did today had completely cut off her retreat. Her days from now on would be truly dark.

"Dashan, let's go back first. We are very tired after a busy day."

Lin Mujin, leaning on a crutch and supported by his grandson, climbed onto the mule cart.

Lin Mutu didn't want to stay any longer, so he got on the mule cart with his second brother.

Lin Dachuan and Song Shi held their breath and hurriedly got into the car, going home to have a good talk with the old couple.

"Xiaomi, your parents absolutely do not want your betrothal gift. We will not be able to see you in the capital city in the future. We will feel at ease if you have money on you." Wang held her daughter's hand. In two years, she will belong to someone else's family. Time flies!

"Mom, I actually want to leave the farm and house in Pingyang County to you. You also said that I will come back less often in the future, and I won't be able to take care of my things here..."

"We'll help you look after it, you can keep the things yourself." Lin Dashan said firmly. He said he would not covet his daughter's money, so he couldn't. As for the two boys, his current family assets were enough for them to have enough food and clothing for the rest of their lives. If someone was a spendthrift, no matter how much wealth he had, it would not be enough to squander.

If they are ambitious, they can earn it themselves.

Well, she really wanted to leave the farm to her family. Because her parents, as old farmers, loved the land the most. But she really had no interest in farming.

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"Dad, you can't give the soybean business to my fourth brother. My two children are still in school and the family is already in financial difficulty. You can't be so partial and give everything to my fourth brother. You have to leave me a way out."

This was quite serious. Old Man Lin's already dark face turned as dark as ink. "You question my decision?"

"I'm not questioning you. You know how difficult this business was in the beginning. It was my third brother and I who pushed the cart every day to notify every household. After a few years, everyone knew that someone in Linjia Village was buying soybeans, so they sent the goods here. Do you know how my third brother and I managed to get here in the rain and snow? Now my fourth brother wants me to give it to him because he wants it. That doesn't make sense."

Old Man Lin knew very well that doing this was unfair to the second son, but he had no choice.

"Second brother, you can sell the rice cakes first. When your fourth brother recovers, I will return the business to you immediately."

"Dad, what you said is easy. Someone has already imitated rice flower cakes. They are no longer rare. Not only are they cheap, but they are also hard to sell. Which store in the city doesn't have this snack? How about letting my fourth brother sell the snacks and I'll buy the soybeans?"

Old man Lin moved his dry lips in silence.