The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

As soon as he left, the laughter behind him grew even louder, with everyone clutching their stomachs and laughing uncontrollably.

Fang Lao Er resigned himself to his fate, fetched two more buckets of water, and carried them home.

The old man waited at the door, looking at his son whose clothes were half wet but whose hands were empty. "Where's the water? Where's your second brother?"

It was all because of that old geezer's insistence that he lost face.

Fang Youfu ignored his father and went straight to his room, slamming the door shut. The old man watched his second son return carrying water, and understood everything. His face was bitter, and he let out a long sigh.

Fang Lao Er secretly told his third brother what had happened in front of the well. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed anyone. What kind of man is he, so useless?

The two brothers remained silent for a while. "How about we carry the water ourselves? We'll tell the fourth brother's wife that we'll only give them two buckets of water a day, and they'll have to fetch more themselves when they run out." Don't underestimate their strength and don't waste it.

"Okay." What else can we do? He can't even pull a bucket of water; what if it falls into the well? They just want him to work, not to die.

Hey!

The fourth son's wife, Qian, could tell at a glance that he hadn't brought back any water. A hint of disdain flashed in her eyes. "Husband, why are your clothes wet? Come and change them quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Even if she disliked him, he was still her husband and the father of her children. She still had to coax him, encourage him to copy more books, earn more money, and try to build a house as soon as possible so she could buy a servant. Even if she couldn't become an official's wife, she would still be much better off than the women in the village.

Fang Laosi reluctantly changed his clothes; being wet was indeed uncomfortable. While changing, he complained, "It's all Dad's fault, forcing me to fetch water. I told him, 'We'll talk about it after the New Year,' but he wouldn't listen." Now look what happened; he's become the laughingstock of the whole village.

"Exactly, your hands are for holding pens, how can you lift water? Unlike your older brothers, who are used to doing rough work, can you even lift it?"

Fang Lao Si nodded, agreeing with his wife's reasoning, and felt a little better.

Madam Qian wiped away her tears. "Seeing you like this breaks my heart. Why don't you talk to Father and ask your two brothers to work hard for a while longer? After I give birth, I'll fetch water for you." She was using this as a pretext to advance, hoping that Fang Lao Si would cause trouble for the old man.

She doesn't want to fetch water. Life has been too comfortable since she married into the family; she really can't endure hardship. Now she has to do her own laundry and cooking, and she's exhausted!

Fang Youfu nodded seriously, never expecting that his wife thought the same way. "What you said makes perfect sense. That's what I think too. My father is too old-fashioned and just won't agree."

Madam Qian wanted to throw her clothes in his face. This shameless man, did he really think that? He's a complete scoundrel!

"Honey, I've thought it over. It's better to have it yourself than to have it from someone else. We're about to hibernate, so why don't you work hard for a few months and copy a few more books to sell?"

Fang Laosi lifted his eyelids and thought his wife was right. They were poor now and should work hard, otherwise, where would they get the money to build a house next year? In previous years, he had always studied on the kang (a heated brick bed). Now that he couldn't study, copying books wasn't out of the question.

"Listen to you."

Ms. Qian curled her lips into a smile.

Just be obedient; only by being obedient can she keep the family's money in her hands.

Fang Laosi pleased Qian Shi, who in turn treated him with kindness and care, making him feel comfortable both physically and mentally.

After Fang Lao Er recounted the water-fetching incident in the main room, the old man and Fang Lao San simultaneously clutched their foreheads, their faces twitching. "Cough cough... Lao Er, Lao San, perhaps..."

"Dad, let's fetch water ourselves from now on. We'll fetch two buckets for them each day. If it's not enough, my sister-in-law and I will have to figure out how to get it ourselves." He felt so ashamed the whole way there that he didn't want to go out for the next few days.

Every woman washes her clothes by the well or river, but she does everything at home, and she's incredibly wasteful.

“Okay, go tell Lao Si that there’s only so much water. From now on, let his family wash their clothes at the well.”

"Ai!"

The village chief was at Song Feng's house, and the two were discussing the collection of firewood, hawthorn berries, acorns, and various mushrooms. The firewood would be delivered directly to the workshop, where three large temporary sheds would be set up. The village chief would help collect the rest.

Song Feng kept the price the same as last year and did not lower it.

"That's settled then. Now that the autumn harvest is over, everyone is free and about half a month away from hibernation. It would be good to have some income before winter."

"Yes, I'll have to trouble the village chief with this. We've prepared some food at home; we'll call the clan chief and the village head together later..."

"Village chief, village chief, something terrible has happened!"

The village chief's face darkened. "Can't you speak properly? Who's wrong? He's just sitting there perfectly fine."

"Village chief, hurry, hurry, something's happened to Old Wang's family again!"

Song Feng was speechless. Why couldn't this family ever have a moment of peace?

The village chief was even more annoyed. He had originally planned to invite Fengzi to his house for a drink, but now he had to deal with all this nonsense. It was so annoying.

"Did they get into another fight, or did the Cui family cause trouble again?"

"No, it was Wang Defa who hit Cui Hehua. She was pregnant, and now she's miscarried. Apparently, Cui was covered in blood... The doctor went, and the Cui family went too..."

The village chief closed his eyes; even before going there, he knew how chaotic the Wang family was. He had lost his appetite for drinking and didn't want to get involved. He was the village chief, not a village woman.

“This is a family matter between the two families. Since they haven’t contacted me, I won’t go. Saving lives is the priority.”

The man thought about it and realized it made sense. He should be looking for a doctor, not the village chief. The doctor had already gone over, and the man looked at the village chief with a disgruntled expression. "You're busy, I'll go back now." He wanted to go back and see the latest developments; the Wang family was now full of onlookers.

The village chief sighed and waved his hand, "Go, go."

If I don't go today, I'll probably go looking for him again in a few days. Why can't they all keep going?

"I won't be drinking today, I'm heading home now!"

I'm not in the mood!

"Hey, I'll take you."

Song Feng also felt that being a village chief was really tough, having to manage all sorts of trivial matters.

Fang Xiaoning truly felt that Wang Defa was becoming increasingly despicable; beating women, and he was supposed to be a scholar. She hated men who beat women the most; only good-for-nothings would resort to violence and find a sense of accomplishment in women.

"Do you think it could be the Cui family member or the one we saw on the mountain..."

Fang Xiaoning suddenly remembered, oh my god, she had cheated on Wang Defa with him in broad daylight. If it really was because of this, then this beating didn't seem unjustified, after all, in this day and age, women who had affairs were to be drowned. But the child in her womb was innocent.

Wang family.

The courtyard was packed with people, completely surrounded. However, it was all women; the men considered the occasion too unlucky and didn't want to participate.

"Ah!" Inside the room, Cui's wailing was heart-wrenching.

Basins of bloody water were brought out one by one...

Those watching felt their eyelids twitching uncontrollably...

What a sin!