The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The old house of the Fang family.

"Dad, what do you want to see me about?"

Old Fang got angry at his nonchalant attitude. Couldn't he just be serious?

"How's the house construction going?"

"pretty good."

"You have to build houses and make pastries at the same time, how can you manage?"

"Sure, you might not know, but I'm living at my daughter's house now. She has a whole bunch of servants there. If there's anything I can't handle, I just have them do it. Since I started living at my daughter's house, I haven't had to do any of the rough or dirty work."

Fang Lao Si was consumed by jealousy, as were the others, even the old man. Wasn't the eldest son living the life of a patriarch he had always dreamed of?

"How's Xiao Ning? Is she about to give birth?"

"It'll be soon. In a couple of days, we'll buy two more people to take care of her during her postpartum period. We also need to bring the midwife home to stay early. Who knows when she'll give birth?"

The women present were all incredibly envious. Back in their day, when they gave birth, they wouldn't call the village midwife until they started bleeding. Postpartum care? Being waited on hand and foot? Ha! Four or five days after giving birth, they had to go back to work in the fields.

Xiao Ning is so lucky!

"What do you want?" Fang Youcai yawned. He was busy working on the construction site during the day and had to study, write, and do his homework at night. He was working very hard too.

“I was thinking that our family is really short of money right now, and since your two younger siblings are currently idle, could you talk to Xiao Ning about working at her workshop?”

Fang Youcai would never agree to that. Did he not know what kind of people his two sisters-in-law were? Their character was unreliable. What if they leaked the workshop's secrets, or if they had a dark heart and tampered with Xiao Ning's sausages? If something happened, it would be too late to regret it.

Since it's too late to regret, we must prevent it from happening now. The reason they weren't chosen before was because of him. He had warned his daughter that the Fang family, the Song family, the Wang family... he knew all too well who was unreliable in the village, and none of these families should be taken.

Whether you're capable or not, these days, there's always a shortage of people, not a shortage of people for work.

The village is full of hires, so we're recruiting from outside the village!

"Father, the workshop belongs to the Song family. I can't interfere when they're hiring. Besides, if my two younger siblings want to work there, they can just go next time they're hiring." Anyway, they won't be selected even if they go.

The old man's face darkened; he got angry just thinking about it. Those two brats, those traitors! They went to the job interviews together last time, and who knew, they didn't choose a single one!

The two daughters-in-law are clearly clean and capable people. It's obvious that the brat is using underhanded tactics and sabotaging them because she doesn't want to use the people from his old house.

I heard that the Song family members were also rejected.

"Just go when we tell you to. Stop with all the nonsense. It's our own workshop; we can't even put a couple of our own people in. Otherwise, people will laugh at us. Besides, don't you know how capable your two sisters-in-law are? They're incredibly efficient!"

He'll go if you tell him to; he has no pride. "Dad, why can't I understand you? Are you getting old and senile, or are you hard of hearing?" Fang Youcai's voice rose another eight octaves. "I'll say it again, the Song family is hiring, it has nothing to do with the Fang family. If you want to get in, apply yourself next time they're hiring, understand?"

Everyone:…

The old man's face was ashen. He took off his tattered cloth shoes and went up to slap Fang Youcai, yelling, "Get lost, you bastard! Who are you calling senile? Who are you talking about? Huh?"

Fang Youcai quickly dodged, "I've said it several times, but you still don't understand. Are you worried that you're sick?"

"Hey, hey, Dad, don't hit me! I have to go back to my in-laws' house later. If they see I've come back with dirty clothes, who knows what they'll think of you."

"Hey, hey, I told you to stop hitting me! Ouch, that hurts!"

Before he knew it, Fang Youcai was hit by the sole of a shoe, and cried out in pain. Why did the old man hit him so hard?

Old Fang was really angry. He was a damn bastard. He wouldn't give him money or the recipe. Recently, he only agreed to let his second and third sons build houses for him as laborers.

It would only take a word for him to send two people to the Song family workshop; it's not like they'd be paid for doing nothing. Even so, he's unwilling. What sins did he commit to have such a heartless son?

And his daughter, father and daughter are exactly the same, both heartless bastards.

"Dad, I'm going home now. I have to get up early tomorrow, I'm tired!" Fang Youcai wasn't sick, so how could he be chased and beaten by his father without being able to fight back? He glanced at the large group of people in the room watching the commotion without moving or trying to persuade him. He licked his cheek with his tongue. And they still wanted to work in his daughter's workshop?

Damn it, we owe them something?!