The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Meat is more expensive, Uncle. We need a brick house, and the warehouse has to be dry and clean. Can we build it?" His wife said that everything that goes into their mouths must be clean.

"Yes, it's possible, but it's expensive. Let's start construction the day after tomorrow. We'll recruit workers and order bricks tomorrow, and start construction on both sides at the same time. We'll need to add a lot more manpower."

"Add anyone who is capable." More people means faster construction, and the sooner we finish, the sooner we can make money.

Foreman Song knew he was in a hurry, "We definitely can't be short-handed. I know you're in a rush, but there's no other way. If we want good quality, we can't rush the project."

"I understand. We'll proceed according to your plan, ensuring quality while trying to speed things up as quickly as possible, okay?"

"It's definitely no problem."

This guy is the richest man in the village now. Even if it's just to win him over, he has to put his heart and soul into building the house. Besides, he's getting double the wages. His entire year's income depends on him.

"Then I'll have to trouble the village chief and Uncle Song with everything." His most important task now is to go around buying materials, grind them when he gets home, and mix them properly so that they can be used directly when needed.

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

The news that the Song family was going to add an extension to their new house before construction had even started spread like wildfire throughout the entire Zaoshu Village.

"Dad, what should we do? Are we just going to stand by and watch that kid live a life of luxury without getting any advantage?"

Looking at the old man, Song Laoda secretly resented his uselessness, and at the same time, he was extremely unwilling.

Old Master Song leaned against the kang (a heated brick bed), saying weakly, "What else can we do? Do you have any good ideas?" He wasn't physically unwell, but mentally uneasy. His third son's wife didn't want to deal with him at all, and with Fang Youcai, who was as stubborn as a mule, he was truly powerless to do anything about it.

How does he know what to do?

"Father, and Chunni too."

"That brat said he's at the third brother's house, and they only give him a meal."

"Then tell her to go back to her parents' home and say that you are not comfortable with her. Tell her and Su Shi to go home to fulfill their filial duties. They should not dare not to go back. At that time, make them suffer and make them reveal the recipes for Song Feng's cooking."

Would they agree?

“How could they dare refuse? They’d be drowned in the village’s spittle. Once they’re inside our house, they won’t be able to leave as they please. And what about Chunni’s two children? Can she endure hardship? Can she bear to see her children suffer? Can she bear to see them tormented by us? In the end, they’ll all be obedient…”

Old Man Song gave a thumbs up, "That's the way to do it. You're the best at thinking."

He doesn't want any cheap deals; he wants to wipe them all out.

Build a house, fucking build it!

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Wang family.

The old man has been exhausted these past few days.

The second and third sons were constantly making a fuss about dividing the family property. If they weren't allowed to, they would go on strike. They refused to do any work in the fields, let alone any housework. And that wasn't all; they even ate all the eggs, meat, and flour that he had specifically asked the eldest son to buy for Defa to help him recover.

Meals were only cooked for the two families, though he also got some. The eldest son's family didn't care; they would eat their fill and then go back to their rooms, or sit in the courtyard to sunbathe.

A perfectly good family has been torn apart and turned into a complete mess.

He really can't be controlled anymore. Yesterday, his older brother came to his house and talked to him for a long time, mainly advising him to take it easy, separate the family, and not let the children feel disheartened, since they were all his children.

The problem is, the second and third sons are both unruly. They want to divide the family property and demand the eldest son's family calculate all the expenses incurred over the years and pay them back. How can the eldest son pay them back, and with what?

If he had married Fang Xiaoning back then, even if Fa Zi couldn't become a scholar, he could still be a leisurely, wealthy man. Fang Xiaoning could support him for a lifetime—no, she could support all of them. If she were alive, the second and third sons would definitely cling to her and never let go. Dividing the family property? What a joke! They would never even consider it.

Ultimately, it all came down to choosing the wrong wife; one wrong step led to another.

They don't know if Ning will still want their son if they turn back now. As long as she is willing to turn back, they don't mind that she has had a child with another man, as long as she doesn't bring the child over and doesn't care about the child after the child dies.

The old man shook his head and chuckled to himself. What was he thinking? What was he daydreaming about? The other person was doing just fine, why would he turn back? Song Feng was tall and strong, lively and energetic, and was indeed better off than his bedridden grandson.

"Hey!"

He sighed heavily. Dividing the family property was difficult, but not dividing it was even more difficult. It was a real dilemma for the old man.