The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Madam Su glanced at her daughter-in-law cautiously, finding nothing amiss. Sigh, what was she thinking? Now, her daughter-in-law only had eyes for her own son, the Wang family boy; they had no connection whatsoever.

So many people were injured in the village; one can only imagine what the situation must be like in the town. Joy turned to sorrow—this is a classic case of tragedy.

"I'm exhausted from working all night, so I'll make breakfast. After you eat, you can go inside and take a nap."

The government is busy with the Lantern Festival stampede, and aside from sighing, it doesn't cause any ripples in their small family's life.

Fang Youcai only knew that someone was injured in the middle of the night. After inquiring in the morning, he learned that not only were people injured, but some had also died. He was terrified.

"Luckily, my daughter reminded Fengzi yesterday, otherwise, we might not be safe either."

"Yeah, it's really scary. It seems like we really shouldn't join in this kind of excitement."

"From now on, whatever my daughter asks me to do, I'll do it. It's amazing."

Zhao snapped out of her daze and said, "Don't mention this outside."

“I understand. Luckily, we broke off the engagement for our daughter. That bastard's leg is broken now, and we don't know if he'll be lame for the rest of his life. Just imagine, if he is lame, our daughter will have to take care of a cripple for the rest of her life. How miserable would that be? Hahaha... Now, it's Cui Hehua who's the unlucky one. I wonder how much patience the man she stole will have.”

Zhao wanted to sew his mouth shut. She glared at him and said, "What nonsense are you spouting? You're not allowed to mention Xiao Ning's engagement to the Wang family again, especially outside, in front of your in-laws. We're not familiar with the Wang family. They have nothing to do with us, do you hear me?"

"Okay, okay, I'm telling you, can't you be a little gentler with me? Like you were last night, a little bit of sweet talk, wouldn't that be so nice!"

Zhao's face flushed bright red. She was just a little dazed, not suffering from amnesia. How could she not remember what happened last night? She couldn't believe that she actually... Waaah... At her age, she was too ashamed to face anyone!

"you shut up!"

How can this person be so shameless?

Upon hearing the news of Wang Defa's broken leg, Fang Laosi patted his chest, relieved that he hadn't gone with him yesterday. Wang Defa had even mocked him for pretending to study hard, saying he already had the exam papers but still had to act like it.

Was it because he was studying? Or was it because he was broke and had no money to go out and have fun?

It was only thanks to his father's refusal to give him money that he escaped this predicament. With the imperial examinations approaching, poor brother Wang, will he be unable to take them?

He was secretly delighted. He, Fang Laosi, had been suppressed by Wang Defa for so many years, and finally he could finally hold his head high.

Wang family.

It was a gloomy and sad scene.

"Cough cough cough..."

"father!"

Wang Dafa hurriedly got up to pat his father's back. His son was in trouble, and the family depended on his father to manage things; he was the pillar of the family and couldn't afford to be harmed. Defa's mother and wife were still at the clinic looking after him; he had come back to ask for money.

The old man's throat was dry and sore; he had smoked too much earlier and the smoke had gotten into his eyes.

The old man's heart was filled with bitterness, as bitter as the cigarette in his mouth. Where was he going to get any more money?

"Go find the village chief." He had no other options besides selling the land.

For farmers, the land is their life! Old Wang felt as if a large piece of his heart had been ripped out, leaving it bleeding.

The others kept their eyes down, knowing that the old man was eyeing the land again. Time and again, the family had emptied their savings for him; they had just sold land not long ago, and now they wanted to sell it again—they should have received a share of it.

"Brother, what did the doctor say? Can Defa's leg still be cured?"

The old man glanced at his second son, his icy gaze making Wang Lao Er flinch. He couldn't hide his thoughts from his father after all. But then he thought again, feeling righteously indignant. He didn't owe his eldest son anything; he'd worked himself to the bone all these years, supporting his son—what more did he want?

If his leg really won't get better, why is he still supporting a disabled person? He must have other plans. For example, dividing the family property...

We can't let the old man squander all the family fortune on the eldest son, can we?

He believed that everyone should look out for themselves, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong.

Thinking it over, Wang Lao Er straightened his back, showing no fear even in the face of the old man's glare.

Old Master Wang's heart sank. His second son was proving difficult to manage this time! His eldest grandson had to be well; if he couldn't take the exam this year, he could try again next time. But if he became disabled, according to the current dynasty's regulations, the disabled could not hold official positions. His life would be over, and the family would be in chaos. He didn't dare ask the doctor what he had said, not a single question. He hoped his eldest son would be smart and not say anything now. Otherwise, this land sale…

How could someone have broken his leg? How could someone have broken his leg?