The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The doctor came in, took her pulse, and just as he had guessed, she had indeed damaged her body.

"Don't move now, just rest well. You must take good care of yourself during your postpartum period. It's best to stay in bed for another ten days or so. If you don't take good care of yourself, it will affect your future fertility."

"Hey, okay, okay!"

Song replied readily, but in reality, she was flustered and didn't know what to do.

As if things couldn't get any worse, one misfortune after another struck, each one more devastating than the last. The two elderly people, even if they worked themselves to death, couldn't keep up with the antics of their two young children.

Seeing that she was alright, Wang Defa felt a great weight lifted from his heart, but then he began to consider something else: whether Cui had stolen the silver. No one else had entered his room except her. His parents would absolutely not have searched his room.

She remains the most suspicious.

He even went to jail for those few taels of silver; he couldn't let others benefit from them.

Old Wang chased away the onlookers and followed the doctor to get medicine. Thinking of his rogue in-laws who were still at home, he took much smaller steps.

The old man stayed inside the house the entire time. He sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), praying for his unborn grandson. His closed eyelids trembled slightly, and a few tears slid down his cheeks…

"Honey, our daughter is alright now, what should we do?" She actually wanted to take her daughter home and nurse her back to health. But the doctor said it was best not to move her or expose her to drafts.

What she really wanted was to get a divorce. Ever since they got married, he had been constantly beating and scolding her. What a terrible state this beautiful young woman had been in.

Cui Daniu thought about it seriously. Although he didn't have a daughter, he couldn't push his daughter to the brink of death. Who could bear being beaten half to death time and time again? "Go in later and ask Hehua what she means. If she wants a divorce, I'll keep making trouble. If she still wants to continue the marriage, there's nothing we can do."

The head of the household finally relented, and Lotus Mother felt more confident. She was sure her daughter would agree to a divorce, since she had said before that she wanted to leave the Wang family.

We're finally going to jump over this fire pit.

Seeing her mother-in-law enter the house, Song didn't follow. She went to the kitchen to prepare the meal. Even now, she still didn't understand why her son had hit his wife. Hadn't they been getting along well lately? Her son had even told them to treat her better and to live a good life together.

What happened again after only a few days?

"mother!"

When people are vulnerable, they tend to express their emotions more openly when they see their closest relatives.

The old woman held her hand, "My daughter, you've suffered so much again."

Cui Hehua sobbed incessantly, and Wang Defa, who was outside the door, heard it and felt a pang of sadness. After all, it was his child, and he had wanted a son for a very long time.

"Father-in-law, please sit in the main room." It wasn't right for the two of them to stand at the door like door gods.

Seeing this cripple, Cui Daniu felt an itch to get his hands on him. He's crippled, yet he's still so restless. What a bastard!

Inside the house.

The old woman wiped away Cui Hehua's tears, saying, "You're in your postpartum period now, don't cry, or your eyesight will be bad later, and you won't be able to see the eye of a needle."

Cui Hehua:......

She wiped away her tears, looked at her mother, hesitated, wanting to speak her mind but daring not to. She assured her that if she spoke now, her father would find out that night, and might even threaten the old widower, demanding things or money from him.

No, no, I can't say it. This matter must remain buried in my own heart; I can't tell anyone, not even if you kill me.

"Lotus, your father asked me to ask you about the Wang family. What are your plans? Do you want to continue the marriage or get a divorce? You should settle this matter now."

When asked about her true feelings, Cui Hehua hesitated.

"Mother, what do you think?"

Why did he hit you?

"He said he lost his silver and that I stole it, and he demanded that I hand it over. I had no idea what silver was. When I entered the Wang family, I didn't even get a single copper coin."

The old woman felt even worse. Whenever money was lost from the house, people would accuse her daughter of being a thief. Not a single person in the family was reasonable.

“I’m thinking, maybe we should get a divorce. No matter if the Wang family is rich or poor, you won’t get any money. In his family, you’re just a laborer. You get to do the work, but you don’t get to enjoy the benefits. No matter how good he is, the money will never end up in your hands.”

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Wang Defa earned money by copying books, and he spent it all on himself, on his mother, never on her. Even though they had a good relationship before, he never told her a word about his money, not even during the New Year when she wanted to buy a red hairpin, saying he had no money.

What hope is there for someone like that?

She was confused too.

The old widower was poor, but he treated her well, often buying her little trinkets to cheer her up. They worked together, and things weren't bad either; at least she could see some money.

In the Wang family, she was like a mule that was best left to eat.

Most importantly, she always felt that Wang Defa was no good. Not only could he not satisfy her, but after being with him for so long, not a single seed had sprouted in the field. If she were with someone else, she would have to be extremely careful not to let any seeds get in.

If she still can't get pregnant in the future, and it turns out it's his fault, she'll definitely die.

Having thought it through, Cui Hehua gritted her teeth, her eyes resolute, "Mother, I'll listen to you and get a divorce. You tell Father to ask for as much compensation as possible, and give half of the money to you."

The old woman's eyes lit up, her heart pounded with excitement, and she trembled. Could such a good thing really happen?

Then she and the old man would risk their lives to tear a piece of flesh from the Wang family.

They can also ask their daughter for the other half gradually.

"After the divorce, I will not go back to my parents' home and will not cause you any trouble. I will ask the Wang family to prepare a place for me to live, and I will live by myself."

Even better, all worries are gone.

This is something I can do!

"Okay, you wait here. I'll go talk to your father right now and have him think it over carefully. You still need to rest well at the Wang family's house for the next few days. The doctor said you can't be exposed to the wind and shouldn't move around."

Mother is thinking, after you've finished your postpartum confinement, we'll deal with the Wang family slowly.

“I’m fine. I’ll just wrap myself in a quilt and sit on the cart. My mother will have to take care of me for a month. Once I’m better, I’ll leave immediately. Strike while the iron is hot. After a month, everything will have cooled down. If you want to make a fuss or ask for money, do it now.”

Cui Hehua's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. She thought that after a month, all her anger would dissipate and all her resentment would be released. She would just go back to making do with what she had before.

What she was worried about was that Wang Defa was incompetent. She always felt that he really was incompetent, and that if it were found out later, she would be doomed.

The thought of being drowned sent a chill down Cui Hehua's spine.

"You're right, I'm going to find your father, you rest first!" The old woman was a little impatient. Could she earn the dowry money for her son this time?

Cui Hehua remained silent. Her mother was concerned about her, but she could also see that the money was closer to her than her daughter.

Ultimately, you have to rely on yourself.