The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said fiercely, "Fine, lock her up first and starve her for a few days. I don't believe she can still be so stubborn."

The eldest and second eldest brothers dragged Song Chunni to the woodshed like a dead dog, threw her aside, and slammed the door shut.

Song Chunni lay on the cold ground, her wounds throbbing with excruciating pain. Her unfocused eyes stared at the roof of the woodshed, tears streaming down her face...

Just then, footsteps came from the courtyard gate. "Boss, go see who it is? You guys forgot to close the gate?"

Old Song thought to himself, "Oh no! I was careless. I forgot to close the courtyard gate."

He quickly ran out of the main room, asking, "Who is it?"

The people in the room quickly recovered from their panic and tried their best to calm themselves down.

"Song Feng, it's you?"

Song Feng looked at the old man sitting in the main room. Was this what they called being sick? His face was rosy, even healthier than Song Feng's. "I heard that Grandpa was sick, so I brought a doctor to examine him."

Old Master Song appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he was extremely panicked.

"You're so thoughtful. With Chunni taking care of me, I feel much more comfortable."

"Let's have the doctor take a look. Grandpa, please don't avoid seeking medical help. You should get treatment as soon as possible."

The old man roared, "You're the one who's sick! Your whole third branch of the family is sick!" He wasn't sick, he wasn't sick!

The old doctor glanced at Old Man Song. Based on his decades of medical experience, Old Man Song was in excellent health!

"Doctor, thank you for your help."

Fine, let him watch it. There's no reason not to make money when it's already in my hands.

"Old man?"

Old Man Song's lips twitched, and he awkwardly extended his wrist.

"He's in good health, with no other ailments, just a bit too hot-tempered. Old man, you're not young anymore, you should try to control your temper and avoid getting angry."

The family looked at each other, unsure what to say. All they could say was that the doctor's skills were truly excellent, and the old man had indeed been furious.

Then look at Song Feng. He must have come for Song Chunni, right? They really have a good relationship. Luckily, they locked her in the woodshed beforehand.

"Where's my aunt?" Everyone in the main room was there, but his aunt was nowhere to be seen. Where was she? Where had they sent her off to? It was already dark; she shouldn't still be working!

"I saw she was a little tired, so I let her go back to her room to rest." The old man lied without batting an eye.

Could he really be that good? Song Feng didn't believe a word he said. Before leaving, his wife told him that no matter what, he had to see his sister-in-law and say a few words before he left. He had lived with these kinds of people before; he knew their true nature perfectly well.

"Really? It's still early. My aunt is at my house, and she doesn't usually go to bed this early. I need to tell Dayong which room she lives in."

There was no way he would see her. The old man looked at Song Feng with a loving expression. "She's probably asleep already, so don't disturb her. If there's anything, you can talk about it in a couple of days. She looks very tired; she probably hasn't had a proper rest in a while."

So, the old man meant that their family was abusing his aunt? Song Feng had a bad feeling; the more they prevented him from seeing anyone, the more suspicious it seemed. He'd only been here for less than an hour; what could he possibly have done?

"Grandpa, which room does my aunt live in? Why are you stopping me from seeing her?"

The family was speechless, their hearts filled with anxiety. Why was this brat so troublesome? What did Song Chunni's affairs have to do with him? Why was he meddling in other people's business? Even her son wasn't coming, why should he care? He's sick! Just like the third son back then, always putting on airs.

When the two sides were deadlocked...

"This is?"

The doctor saw the bloodstains on the floor; they were still fresh. He knelt down and smeared some with his finger. Was it chicken blood? It didn't seem quite right. He smelled it; was it human blood, or rather, still-wet human blood…?

"Grandpa Song, is anyone in your family injured? Why is there blood here?"

As the doctor knelt down, everyone in the room held their breath. Damn it, they hadn't anticipated Song Chunni's blood dripping onto the floor. They were doomed…

Song Feng stared at the blood, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. A strong sense of foreboding washed over him. Could this be his aunt's blood? What had they done to her? In such a short time, they had already attacked...

Looking up at Old Man Song, her eyes wide with fury, she demanded, "Where is my aunt?"