The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Why can't we be smug? We haven't separated yet. If he wins, it's like we've won half the battle, right? If he does well in the future, will he abandon us?"

“That makes sense. Let me tell you, I saw my older brother yesterday. It was a big celebration for the Fang family, and he could only watch the excitement with the other villagers in the crowd. Later, I saw him leave after a short while, looking very forlorn. I'm afraid he was heartbroken.”

At this point, she felt an indescribable sense of relief. No matter how good things got between them in the future, it would have nothing to do with the eldest son's family. Back then, when the head of the household wanted to work for Song Feng, he vehemently stopped him. When the fourth son wanted to borrow money from him, he also refused.

Now you regret it, but it's no use regretting it now! People who are shallow-minded are destined to be peasants for life.

“Being sad won’t help. Father won’t let him come back. Unless he promises to support the fourth son’s education and bring money home.”

The second son's wife perked up. She'd heard that Fang Xiaoning was secretly helping her family quite a bit; she often saw her eldest brother eating chicken or buying meat, living a very comfortable life. If, if her eldest brother were willing to contribute money to support their fourth son and take care of their parents, wouldn't that mean they could also benefit from it?

For the sake of money, they wouldn't really object to their boss coming back.

The old man has been extremely excited these past few days, constantly chattering to his wife as if he has endless things to say. But it all boils down to praising their fourth son. The old woman is happy too; no matter how many times he repeats it, she listens attentively.

Wang family.

After the news of Fang Laosi's success in the exam spread throughout the village, the already strained family situation became even worse.

The reason Wang Lao Er and Lao San stopped insisting on dividing the family property was indeed out of sympathy for their eldest brother. Looking at their disabled brother and then at their bedridden nephew, they couldn't bring themselves to say anything!

The family is no longer as harmonious as before; they live together in a state of superficial harmony but deep-seated resentment.

Old Master Wang was comforted, thinking that his second and third sons still cared about their brotherhood.

This harmony began to crumble after Fang Laosi passed the exam.

"Look, look, Fang the Second and Third are supporting their younger brother and are now seeing some hope. But what about us? We've poured all our money into a good-for-nothing who can't even urinate or defecate in bed, and we haven't heard a sound from him."

The more Wang Laosan's wife thought about it, the angrier, more disappointed, and more heartbroken she became. Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. All their years of hard work had gone to waste.

"Okay, stop crying."

The woman swatted the hand off her shoulder, saying, "What do you know?"

"How could I not understand? Do you think I'm not upset?"

The second son's wife fell silent, and they were all in pain.

"Are we really going to live like this? I don't want their family to drag us down for the rest of our lives, and then our children for the rest of their lives. Husband, I beg you, let's separate the family. If we don't, not only will we have to support Defa for the rest of our lives, but what if they have children? Won't our own children get married and have children too? What do we have now? How will we get married?"

Wang Lao Er fell silent. He knew exactly what his wife was saying. Both his wife and son were his flesh and blood, and with his father pressing him on, he was truly in a dilemma.

"My lord, please!" They really couldn't be dragged down any longer.

Wang Lao Er suddenly stood up. "I'm going to find Lao San."

"Hey!" She believed that the third son was even less willing than they were to support the eldest son. The third son's wife had privately told her countless times that this kind of life wouldn't last.

The second and third sons quickly reached an agreement: the family must be divided.

In a couple of days, they will go to find Lao Tzu. This time, they must persevere to the end.

These past two days, Cui Hehua's heart has been pounding like it's being fried in oil. She'd heard that her son's grades were far better than Fang Laosi's; if Fang Laosi could get in, her son was guaranteed to pass. But…

She regretted it; she shouldn't have encouraged him to go see the lanterns. Even if he wanted to go, she would have pulled him back.

But what can we do now? It's too late for regrets.

Yesterday, watching from afar as everyone fawned over Fang Lao Si's wife, she was so jealous she almost ground her teeth to powder. She couldn't understand why, even though she was clearly the village beauty of Zao Shu Village, those who were less fortunate than her were living better lives. Especially Fang Xiaoning, who, despite being jilted and married into a poor family, managed to rise again. God was truly unfair; she refused to accept it!

Distracted, I didn't notice the distance. Lost in thought, I moved slowly, and before I knew it, I had crossed the line.

Wang Defa was simmering with anger and had nowhere to vent it, so he grabbed her hair and pushed her onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Ah! Help! Help!"