The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The scene was chaotic again. After the people were carried away, the village chief stared at Old Man Song with his cold eyes. The old man had messed with the clan chief and now he was standing in the courtyard, looking like nothing had happened.

The village chief felt sorry for the clueless clan chief when the clan chief fainted. He didn't seem worried at all; he's a heartless and cold-blooded wretch.

"Grandpa, Chunni says she wants to sever ties with you. Do you have any objections?"

He understood that he was at the mercy of others. "No. But I have one condition: this matter ends here. Otherwise, I will not sign the severance document, and Song Chunni will have to be filial to me for the rest of her life."

Song Feng glared at the old man, his teeth grinding together. Even if he didn't leave the village, he had plenty of ways to deal with him.

"Since that's the case, let's add another clause: my father and you should also sever all ties." He wanted to cut off all relations with the Song family so that they wouldn't take advantage of their age to come to his house and harass him all the time.

Old Master Song clenched his fists. "Bastard! He's really clever. He wants to take advantage of the chaos and get rid of all of them."

"Song Feng, are you really going to be this cruel? I'm your own grandfather!"

“I would rather not have a grandfather like you. I think if Dad were alive, he would think the same way I do. Grandfather, my patience is limited. When I no longer want to sever ties with my family, you will only have two options: leave the village or go to court.”

Good. Very good!

Song Youliang was driven to desperation by his own grandson.

"I'd rather not have an unfilial descendant like you, I'll grant your wish!" He was clearly forced into this situation, but he still insisted that he didn't want Song Feng. He was just being stubborn.

After quickly writing the severance document, Song Feng instructed his men to carry Song Chunni home first, and the doctor also left with them. Song Feng wanted to stay behind, after all, it was late at night, and so many people had been disturbed, especially the village chief and the neighborhood head; he wanted to personally escort her home.

After finishing everything, it was already past midnight. When I got home, the lights were still on.

"Mother, how is my aunt?"

Like a dam bursting, tears streamed down Su's face as she sobbed, hiccuping and unable to speak.

My mother-in-law is truly made of water; since my sister-in-law came back, she hasn't stopped crying. Looking at her puffy eyes, Fang Xiaoning didn't know what to say. How many tears did she shed when her father-in-law passed away? How many days did she cry?

"My aunt is alright now, just superficial wounds. She'll be fine after a while." That old rascal is wicked; judging by the wounds, they were from being whipped. There are dozens of whip marks, how could he do that?

Oh, right, my aunt said that when the old man got tired of beating her, Song Laoda took over and beat her for a while. Later, fearing that she would be beaten to death, he threw her into the woodshed.

The wages of avarice is death.

The people in the old house must be obsessed with money!

However, it was a blessing in disguise, as she escaped that large family. From now on, my aunt can live a peaceful life in Zaoshu Village without any burdens.

"I'll go see her."

Fang Xiaoning stopped him, "Auntie is asleep, let's do it tomorrow. Mother, please stop crying. The doctor said Auntie is fine, she just needs to rest. If you keep crying like this, she might overthink things and think you're going to die or something."

Mrs. Su wiped away her tears. "I just can't stop crying. I'm thinking about the miserable days I spent in the old house. It makes me feel terrible."

Fang Xiaoning was shocked. So she was thinking about the past. "Mom, your eyes are swollen from crying. Apply a warm compress with a cloth before you go to sleep. I'm afraid your eyes will be very swollen tomorrow."

Mrs. Su also felt that her eyes were a little sore from crying, so she quickly stopped. She couldn't let her eyes get damaged from crying, as she still had to take care of her grandson!

"I'm going back to my room. You guys should go back too. Don't get up so early tomorrow."

Fang Xiaoning escorted her mother-in-law back to her room, yawning. Song Feng led her back to her room, asking, "We don't need to leave the village for the old house anymore?"

"Yes, he threatened to sever ties with his family."

"It's good that they can break off the relationship. Judging from Song Laoda and the others, they don't seem to be filial. They'll suffer in the future."

"I think so too. None of my generation are outstanding; they're all lazy, stupid, and wicked. There'll be plenty of trouble in the future."

Fang Xiaoning thought about the Song family's land and said, "The old man still has money. The land alone is worth a lot of money."

Song Feng scoffed, "It's not bad in his hands, but what about when it's divided up? How much will each of them get? Half? And how much will they get when they divide it up to their children? Besides, who can guarantee that they won't sell their land?"

Their reputation in the village is ruined, and the future marriage prospects for the children are in jeopardy. Getting married will require spending even more money. The Song family is used to being arrogant; will they tolerate the villagers' gossip? If they resort to violence and injure someone, will they be exempt from compensation?

Most importantly, they have no one to help them. What happened to the clan chief after he helped them? He was so angry he fainted in the old house, and no one offered him any assistance. Everyone knows that. Besides our family, the clan chief's family probably hates them the most now; they'll definitely cause us a lot of trouble in the future.”

"I heard they're going to change the clan leader?"