The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Old Song, what does my son-in-law's prescription have to do with you? Don't think you can change the subject with just a few words."

Clan chief, they've separated their family; the separation document is practically a severance document. I ask you, shouldn't the descendants who were left with nothing, earning their own money and managing their own recipes, be responsible for the elders' affairs? It seems the Feng family and the old house have no prior dealings—isn't that common knowledge in the village? He went to Feng's house several times to cause trouble, trying to gain an advantage, but returned empty-handed—isn't that also common knowledge in the village? So, what right does he have to interfere with Song Feng's food recipes?

Besides, did he ask Fengzi? He asked about his married daughter, Song Chunni. What does this have to do with Chunni? Chunni is a member of the Wang family. Although he is her father, a married daughter is like water spilled from a cup; if Chunni has done anything wrong, shouldn't he, as her father, be the one to lecture her? Does your Song family treat the husband's family of your married daughter as if they were dead? Or do you think that even after marriage, the Song family can still interfere in the affairs of another family and make decisions for them?”

All the members of the Song family present looked at the clan head. If he nodded, the women of the Song family would be unable to marry tomorrow. Those who did marry might even be divorced and sent back.

Chief Song was now being roasted over a fire, and he truly hated Fang Youcai's foul mouth.

“In the Song family now, Song Feng is indeed in charge.”

"So, old man, why do you want someone else's prescription, especially from a married woman? If you don't give it to her, are you planning to beat her to death? It's obvious that as long as Song Chunni doesn't give it to him, he'll continue to torment her. Clan leader, is this how an elder cares for the younger generation? Or do you have ulterior motives and want to take what belongs to others for yourself?"

"Fang Youcai, what business is it of yours what the Song family's affairs are? Who gives you the right to interfere?"

"Don't you still want my family's recipes? I'm the victim here, why can't I speak up?"

His righteous and indignant manner almost drove Old Master Song crazy.

"Clan leader, are you really not going to deal with the Song family?" Song Feng's voice was filled with unprecedented gloom. The Song family had really angered him.

"Song Feng, he's your own grandfather! Are you really going to be so cruel? You need to understand, he's family! Our Song clan is your true family. You'd better think this through and not be so blind. To be honest, you're still young, and the business should be managed by your elders." The clan chief pleaded earnestly, but with a hint of threat.

“I’ve thought this through very clearly. Since the clan chief believes that the Song family should consider the Song clan’s interests, they will receive the clan’s protection. May I ask, back then, when my father was sick and the old man refused to treat him, who in the clan stood up and spoke a word of justice for him? Please don’t say that this is a family matter. Then, how I manage my family’s property is also my family matter. Clan chief, could you hand over your family’s money to the clan for management?”

"Don't try to fool me with your jokes and ramble on. This is a family matter for the Song family. As a descendant, you should be filial to your elders."

Whispers rose and fell all around, and the clan chief was so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground. However, he had protected Song Youliang from the very beginning, and he had to protect him to the end.

“In that case, I understand. Village chief, I will report this to the authorities tomorrow. Someone is trying to steal my family's recipe. If this matter affects the village's reputation, I ask for your understanding.”

The village chief nodded. Since Chief Song insisted on protecting him, the matter could only be handed over to the authorities.

The villagers' chatter grew louder, and some even directly questioned the clan chief. The village head frowned deeply; he couldn't understand what had gotten into the clan chief, making him so insistent on protecting such a worthless wretch.

“Song Feng, are you really going to be this ruthless? If so, I have the right to expel you from the Song family. From now on, you will be a rootless person.”

Song Feng sneered. He would rather not have such a cold-blooded family. At worst, he would just create his own clan.

"Clan leader, this is unreasonable! What exactly did Song Feng do wrong? It's clearly the Song family that's in the wrong, so how can you punish Song Feng like this?"

"Chieftain, you can't expel someone from the clan just because they don't listen to you!"

"Village chief, village head, please speak up for me!"

"Clan Chief, because of you, I, Song Feng, am utterly disappointed in the Song clan. With a clan chief like you, I don't believe you can lead the Song clan well. Therefore, from today onwards, my workshop will no longer employ any members of the Song clan. I voluntarily leave the clan. Old Master, we'll meet at the yamen tomorrow. Also, Aunt, Village Chief, Village Head, Aunt has decided to sever ties with the Song family's old residence." Song Feng looked down at Song Chunni, "Aunt, is that alright?"

Song Chunni nodded with tears in her eyes; she had wanted to sever ties with them for a very long time.