The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Those who live nearby should hurry home and get their carts.

Song Chunni grabbed Song Feng's hand, saying, "We can't leave now. If we leave and come back, the matter will be over."

"Fengzi, I'm fine. Take care of this before you leave." Song Chunni pressed him down hard. Song Feng understood and looked at his aunt, who was leaning against the pile of firewood, barely alive. His eyes were red.

"Village chief, my father pretended to be sick and summoned me here, forcing me to reveal the recipes for Fengzi's family's food. He wants not only sausages and cured meat, but also other things, and even the food from Fang's family."

"Hey!" Fang Youcai, standing to the side, was furious. "That old bastard! How dare he even try to take advantage of my family?! He's so greedy, he wants everything! Why doesn't he just fly to the moon? Can he even stomach it?"

"Village chief, aren't you going to punish this scoundrel? He didn't beat his own daughter; he wanted to steal her recipe!"

"Pah! What kind of person are you, Fang Youcai? What recipes do you have? What skills do you have? You're just taking advantage of the Song family. It's our Song family's property to begin with, so what if I want it back?"

Holy crap, this shameless old bastard is even more despicable than him!

"Your Song family, they've already separated from you, don't you regret it? It's no use regretting it now. They're now the Song family of the third generation, incredibly wealthy, and have nothing to do with your old house."

Aren't you envious? Jealous? Can't sleep at night? You deserve it! Old Song, you've committed so many sins in your life. Don't you have any idea how Song Laosan died? Let me ask you, do you have nightmares in the middle of the night? In your final moments, did you dare to take your last breath? Were you afraid of being boiled in oil?"

Old Man Song trembled at his words. He had indeed had several nightmares when his third son had just died. After that, his three bastard sons never dared to come looking for him again.

He's not even afraid of the dead, so why would he be afraid of a few living people!

"Village chief, you led your men to break into my house. Tomorrow I'll be going to the yamen to beat the drum and appeal for justice."

“I’m waiting! Old Song, I can’t control you beating your own daughter, but I can’t ignore your ulterior motives and your attempt to steal someone else’s formula. Now that the victim has come knocking, this isn’t over yet.”

As he spoke, the village chief turned to the clan head and village head, saying, "Our Zaoshu Village is known for its simple and honest people. If word of such evil deeds gets out and such wicked people are still around, the good reputation that Zaoshu Village has built up over hundreds of years will be completely ruined. Clan head, your Song family has produced such wicked people; not a single one of them has a good heart. Do you really want to continue to aid and abet evil?"

Some matters pertain to the entire clan, and even as the village chief, his word isn't absolute. However, he couldn't simply stand idly by. Beating his daughter was a family matter, but imprisoning her and interrogating her for prescriptions was no longer a family matter.

The clan chief tried to brush it off, saying that he and Old Man Song had been friends for decades and he would still help him if he could.

"Village chief, we only heard about this from Chunni. We need to ask her carefully before we can make a decision, to find out the truth and whether there might be any misunderstandings."

Song Chunni felt a chill in her heart; she knew the clan wouldn't help him. Her third brother's family had suffered the same fate, bullied to death without anyone coming to their aid.

The village chief frowned as he looked at the clan chief trying to smooth things over, then turned to the village head.

The village head straightened his back. "Didn't Song Youliang just admit to this? He said the prescription belongs to his Song family."

The clan chief was speechless after being rebuked. His wrinkled old face turned red and then green. He glared at Old Man Song and said with a forced smile, "Actually, Youliang wasn't wrong. Fang Youcai's recipe does belong to the Song family. After all, Fang Xiaoning is already married."

"The recipe for the food is something I'm willing to give to my father-in-law. Clan chief, it's a gift to my father-in-law, and he can do with it as he pleases. This recipe doesn't belong to the Song family; it belongs to the Fang family."

Upon hearing that it was from their family, the Fang family patriarch, who was listening to the opera outside, straightened his posture and said, "Patriarch Song, the son-in-law is giving the in-laws a prescription, and they are happy to do so. What are you interfering with?"

The clan chief must be furious. Are all the members of Song Laosan's family brainless? Giving away such valuable things just like that.

"Alright, Song Youliang is innocent of any wrongdoing. He won't covet the Fang family's formula again. Youliang, don't you agree?"

Old Man Song immediately chimed in. "Yes, I didn't know before, and I was afraid that the third son's family would suffer a loss. Since they are willing to suffer a loss themselves, I have nothing to say. It's my fault for being a petty person." As he spoke, he sighed deeply, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Fang Youcai had been defiant of everyone for years, but now he was particularly impressed by Old Man Song. When a person is utterly shameless, they become invincible.