The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Dad, please calm down. I'm going home now!"

"You stop right there! You're not leaving until you agree!" he said, swinging his shoe sole as if to hit someone.

Oh my god!

"I'm leaving first. If you're still not satisfied, go ahead and beat up the second, third, and fourth brothers!"

With that, he darted out of the main room.

Second brother, third brother and fourth brother Fang: ...Damn big brother, you actually let Dad beat them up to vent your anger?

After leaving the old house, Fang Youcai patted the shoe prints off his body. His father was really in good health; he could jump around without getting out of breath. He could live for at least another twenty years!

"Youcai, are you here to see your father?"

Fang Youcai smiled broadly. "Yes, Aunt Liu, I've been busy building the house lately and haven't been here for a while, so I was worried about you. I just came to check on you."

"He's a filial son..."

After dealing with one villager after another chatting and relaxing under the tree, and having earned a great reputation, Fang Youcai rubbed his stiff cheeks from smiling, raised his chin, puffed out his chest, and swaggered towards the Song family.

Hey, the old man lost again today, he won!

"Father, my elder brother doesn't want my sisters-in-law to work in the workshop. What will happen to my tuition? My classmates who passed the exam with me have already set off. I'm afraid it will be too late and the academy won't accept me anymore. What should I do?"

Everyone stayed; they all planned to rest for a while before leaving. But he really wanted to go home as soon as possible; he couldn't bear to stay there even for a day longer.

"Please allow me to think of a way, allow me to think of something."

The old man was worried. The only people with money were his eldest son and his daughter, but those two were more stubborn and unpleasant than rocks in a latrine. No matter what solutions he came up with, they would all be messed up by him. In the end, all he could do was get angry.

The wives of the second and third sons were also disappointed that the wages in the workshop were so high. If they had gone to work there, they might have been able to send their children to school.

The fourth brother is a bottomless pit. The two families have discussed it and decided not to continue supporting him with all their resources. Because the eldest brother's meaning is very clear: they can't afford to support him anymore.

The feeling of not being able to earn money is worse than death for them.

So how exactly can one get into the workshop?

Should I ask my sister-in-law? Or should I ask Xiao Ning?

When Fang Youcai returned home, he learned that Song Xiaogu had also been called back to her parents' home because Old Master Song was ill.

Tut tut...

The Song family is even less reliable than the Fang family. Yesterday, he personally witnessed the old man weeding in the fields, swinging the hoe so high it seemed to fly.

If this is considered being sick, then other elderly people should be in their coffins, having shamans performing rituals for them!

"Is your grandfather sick?"

"Yes, I originally wanted Mother to come along and help take care of her, but I said that Xiao Ning is quite far along in her pregnancy and can't be left alone, so I declined."

"I wonder what terrible idea your grandpa has come up with this time. Your aunt is probably having a hard time right now!"

Madam Su was already extremely worried, and upon hearing her father-in-law's words, her face turned even paler.

"Fengzi, aren't you going to the old house to rescue your aunt? Look how worried Dayong is."

Fang Xiaoning rolled her eyes at her father, who seemed to thrive on chaos. "Dayong, don't worry. Feng-ge will take the doctor to the old house soon to see Grandpa. If he's alright, we'll bring your mother back."

Wang Dayong's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.

After Song Feng left, so many things happened today that everyone lost their focus and temporarily put aside their studies, sitting together in the main room waiting for Song Feng to bring people home.

Old Song's family.

"Chunni, what's your decision? Which one do you choose?"

Song Chunni was truly disgusted by her father's shamelessness.

Her father actually wanted her to tell him the recipes for Fengzi's family's cured pork, sausages, and other dishes. Wasn't he afraid of overeating himself?

If they don't give it to her, then she and her two children will have to stay at Old Song's house and serve him. "Serve him" is a euphemism; it'll just mean tormenting them until they're forced to reveal the prescription. Her father is truly a scoundrel.

“Dad, have you forgotten that when the village chief asked you, you didn’t accept me and the child?”

Old Master Song remained calm and composed, saying, "I'm not feeling well right now. Not to mention you, even if it were Su Shi, she would have to obediently come and serve me if I called her."

Song Chunni had never seen anyone more shameless than her father. They wanted to torment her, but the Wang family hadn't managed to kill her. She didn't believe they could really kill her.

“Dad, since you’re not feeling well, I’ll stay and take care of you. The children are still young, and coming here would only be a burden on the family. Let them stay at Third Sister’s house so as not to affect your recovery.” Song Chunni’s eyes were slightly red. She could only feel at ease with the children at Third Sister’s house.

Grandpa Fang narrowed his eyes slightly. One should look at a person with new eyes after three days of separation. His little girl has changed quite a bit after staying at the third son's house for a while!