The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"What did I say wrong? Did you even come to Fengzi's house a few years ago? Now that you're doing well, you keep coming back. Why? Isn't it just to take advantage of her? Aunt Fengzi, let me tell you, your father is just that kind of person. Now that you're down on your luck, he'd rather not know you at all. But once you're better, he'll be all over you trying to take advantage of you. If you don't cooperate, he'll make things difficult for you. Anyway, you're his daughter, so you should be filial to him. He can decide everything with just a few words. He's a master at getting something for nothing!"

Song Chunni nodded in agreement. Feng Zi's father-in-law is a wise man!

“My father isn’t that kind of person. I believe he’s willing to help me now and acknowledge me as his daughter.”

"Are you crazy? Fine, you believe me. Now ask him if he'll help you out, since you're suffering so much. Old Song, are you taking silver or grain?"

"Father!" Song Chunni looked at the old man Song expectantly.

For the first time, the old man was forced into a corner. "Chunni, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I'm really incompetent! Don't listen to Fang Youcai's nonsense. Don't you know what kind of person he is? He's never done anything worthwhile, he just messes around all day and spews nonsense."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if you're reluctant, you're reluctant. Do you dare let us see your kitchen right now? Do you really think we're all fools?"

Old Man Song wanted nothing more than to kill Fang Youcai, and couldn't help but retort: ​​"What business is it of yours, Fang Youcai? You can't even clean up your own mess, so stop interfering in my family affairs."

Song Chunni knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down her face, "Father, your daughter is unfortunate and poor. If all else fails, please write a letter of disownment so that I won't be a burden to you in the future!"

Old Master Song took a step back, his eyelids twitching violently. It was another document. Given Song Feng's experience, this was something he absolutely couldn't write. Who knew Chunni's son might one day amount to something?

"Chunni, what are you saying? How could your father sever ties with you? You're my own daughter. I'd rather have food on my own than let you go hungry. Eldest son, go home and get three pounds of brown rice. Your sister's coming home tomorrow, she can't go without food."

"Hey!" Old Song scurried home to get the grain. His father was right; they couldn't skimp on those three catties of grain. He and his little sister absolutely could not write a letter severing their ties.

Fang Xiaoning frowned, having learned her lesson. It seemed her aunt's plan to leave the old house would be difficult. But it didn't matter; she was just a married woman anyway, she could just wait it out.

"Is the old man trying to fob off a beggar? Three pounds of coarse rice, and you're still looking like you're in pain. Haha, why don't you take some meat from your own house? Where's the money you got from selling the pig?"

Old Man Song was so angry that his nose was crooked. He actually dared to say that she, a widow, deserved to eat meat.

"Chunni, I'm very relieved that you're staying at Lao San's house. I'm heading back now. Your eldest brother will bring the grain over soon. Tomorrow, Fengzi will take you back. He has a mule cart. Caoduozi Village is so far away; it would take you ages to get there!" He seemed very considerate of her, like a loving father. Ah, if the old family lived in modern times, they would definitely be a family of entertainers.

He didn't want to leave either; the third brother's house was so comfortable, so to his liking, and the aroma from the kitchen made his mouth water. But Fang Youcai was like a dung beetle, constantly arguing with him and showing him no mercy. How did Old Man Fang raise his son? Why did he raise such a good-for-nothing?

"Second brother, let's go first."

The second son reluctantly got up. "Dad, why are you leaving? This is such a nice house. Do the third son's family deserve to live here?"

Everyone looked relieved when they heard they were leaving, which made Old Man Song feel a tightness in his chest.

"Grandpa, let me take you."

"Take care, sir!"

"You're not leaving?"

"I want to chat with my daughter a bit more, she just arrived, right?"

As soon as he stepped out of the main room, the biting wind was even colder than before, because he had experienced warmth earlier.

"Fengzi, you built this house so well! Why is it so warm inside?" the old man asked curiously.

"After we built the fire wall, Mother's health isn't good, and she can't stand the cold."

The old man rubbed his aching legs. "Your mother is so lucky! Ah, when you get old, even a little cold makes your whole body ache. I wonder if I'll still have the good fortune to live in such a comfortable house in my later years. I just sat for a while, and my legs don't hurt as much anymore!"

"Grandpa, what are you saying? If you want to stay here, your eldest and second uncles will definitely be able to arrange it. The money from selling two pigs will be enough to build you a greenhouse."

“All the money has been used to build a house. What will our family eat and drink? Song Feng, you’ve never been in charge of the household before. You should know how hard it is to earn a few coins in the village.”

Song Feng pretended not to hear and did not respond.