The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, they visited the village chief's house. On the fourth day, the village chief's family also came to visit them.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, we worship the God of Wealth.

After paying respects to the God of Wealth, the family went to Song Laosan's grave. Even Song An and Su Shi, who usually didn't like to go out, went along.

The cemetery was quite far from where they lived, and they brought a lot of paper money, two large baskets full, which Song Feng drove in a mule cart.

Today, many people came to pay respects at their family graves. At the foot of the mountain, they saw Grandpa Song and Grandpa Fang.

Old Master Song glanced at Madam Su, then at the paper money Song Feng was carrying, and snorted coldly. Although his third son was his, he had never swept his grave or burned a single piece of paper money for him in all these years. The reason was simple: a farmhand's fate was unworthy. Even in death, he deserved to suffer poverty for the rest of his life.

But today, seeing the two loads of paper money and gold ingots that Song Feng was carrying, he was not only unhappy, but also thought of a saying he had heard before: "When one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

"Third sister-in-law, Fengzi, you've come to pay respects to Mother? Oh dear, why did you bring so much paper money? Now Mother won't have to worry about food and drink down there."

Fang Xiaoning looked at Fang Laoda and admired his shamelessness.

Song Feng coldly looked at Song Laoda. Once, he had offered sacrifices empty-handed, begging them to give him a few pieces of paper money so that his father could have food to eat in the afterlife. What did they say? They said that his father was so capable that he would definitely not go hungry in the afterlife. His grandmother was old, and he was not only unfilial and did not give her paper money, but he also had the nerve to steal her food.

“We’ve come to pay our respects to our father. We haven’t burned any paper money for him all these years, so we’re burning a lot this time to make up for what we’ve missed. Uncle, with you paying respects to Grandma, she must be doing well down there.”

Boss Song: ...

"let's go!"

A dozen or so villagers stopped to watch the spectacle, as Old Man Song wouldn't allow himself to lose face in front of his ancestors.

"Fengzi, let's go and pay our respects to your grandmother too." Speaking of that family, besides their aunt, the person who treated them the best was their mother-in-law.

"Okay, let's go to Dad's first. We'll go after Grandpa finishes his prayers."

Su nodded, thinking that avoiding her father-in-law was naturally the best option.

They continued up the mountain, while Fang Xiaoning waited for them where she was. As a pregnant woman, it was considered taboo for her to go to the cemetery to sweep the tombs. After a while, she went to the mule cart, where a brazier had been lit.

Song Laosan's grave was very shabby, just a small mound of earth. The inside was even more pitiful, without even a coffin, just a straw mat wrapped around him. The pit was dug by him and the village chief. The only burial item was a tattered coat with patches all over it, filled with reed fluff.

Thinking of his father's miserable state, Song Feng's eyes reddened. He knelt down and took out the prepared offerings. It was snowing now, so there was no way to clean up the surrounding area. Next year, he planned to renovate his father's grave, and at least get a coffin so he would have a place to rest.

"Father, we've come to see you. Little brother, Mother is here too. Your daughter-in-law is at the foot of the mountain; she's pregnant and will come to see you next year. Father, are you doing well down there? I haven't been able to burn any paper money for you these past few years. Life must have been tough, right? It's because your son is unfilial and incompetent. Fortunately, your daughter-in-law is capable; she's made a good life for the whole family. Thanks to her, she brought you quite a bit of money this year."

You must bless her from below, bless your grandson, and bless everyone in our family, so that they may all be safe and sound.

With this money, your days down here will be a little easier. If you don't spend it all, share some with Grandma whenever you see her. Oh, and I also brought you some wine today, have a drink…”

After Song Feng finished talking, Su Shi took over. Xiao Anzi chatted with his father for a while. Although he was very young when his father died and could no longer remember what his father looked like, he still missed him.

Song Feng and Su Shi left a small basket of paper money, and burned the rest for Song Laosan, hoping he would have a prosperous New Year in the afterlife.

After putting away the offerings, she said, "Mother, let's go burn some paper money for Grandma."

"Ai!"

It's time to go; Xiao Ning is still waiting for them at the foot of the mountain!

The old woman's grave was surrounded by ashes; the people from the old house had all left. The grave was significantly larger and more imposing than that of Song Laosan. There was also an empty plot of land next to it, which was to be used as a resting place for Song Laoye.

"Grandma, your grandson has come to see you!"