The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The clan chief laughed in anger. "Shamelessness knows no bounds," the old saying was absolutely true.

How dare they think that saying sorry is enough? And how dare they think the Song family will continue to employ them?

Brains are a good thing, but unfortunately they don't have them.

"How long have you been stealing sausages?"

How... how should I put this?

Seeing that they were still not behaving themselves, the clan chief slammed his fist on the table in anger, "Why don't you tell the truth?"

Qiu was young and couldn't handle things; she spilled everything when she was frightened.

It turned out that it was Yang who found her and persuaded her to steal together. It was also Yang who was in charge of the household and went to find her boss to sell sausages together.

They started stealing sausages a month after Yang came to the workshop.

Actually, what they really wanted to steal was what was in the meat. Unfortunately, the meat they were given was already marinated. After making several inquiries, they learned that the most important step was done at the Song family's house.

Unable to steal the recipe, they tried to imitate it, and they succeeded in making sausages, but unfortunately, the taste was far inferior. Their own attempts to sell were unsuccessful.

The recipe for fried rice was also something Qiu had secretly learned. She heard Song Chunni say that you could not only fry eggs, but also add all sorts of things, especially sausages and cured meat, which were particularly delicious.

So, he had other ideas.

Later, the two men came up with a way to mix the two kinds of sausage together. Unexpectedly, by adding just a little bit of the authentic sausage, the whole bowl of rice tasted different, and business became incredibly good.

Some people specifically wanted to buy sausages, but unfortunately, they didn't have enough.

"Xiao Ning, how about this? I'll make up for the previous debt, and from now on, I'll buy your sausages directly from you, okay? Considering we're from the same village, can you give me a discount?"

Fang Xiaoning simply couldn't believe that such words came from a sane person. How could she be so self-righteous? Just because she was shameless?

The three leaders turned their heads at the same time, their stupidity was unbearable to look at.

Qiu revealed the whole story clearly.

"Young Feng, what do you think about this..."

"Chief, just follow the contract."

"How can we follow the contract? Song Feng, are you crazy? I didn't sell it to anyone else!"

"You might not know this, but I can't sell cured meat or sausages. I have a contract with them. All my goods belong to my supplier."

The couple's husband kowtowed to Song Feng. They had to make some sacrifices today. "We admitted our wrongdoing. How about this? We'll give you all the money we've earned recently. From now on, both of them will work hard in the workshop!"

They never expected that Song Feng couldn't sell anything from the workshop. No wonder he reacted so strongly when they opened a shop. No wonder he didn't open a shop to sell himself.

So, it turned out they couldn't sell it. The two sighed; their shop in the county town was finished.

Song Fengqi chuckled, "Do you think my workshop is so short-staffed? Or do you think the workshop will have to close down without you? What makes you think I'd continue to employ two thieves?"

Blind self-confidence is idiocy.

Yang and Qiu never expected that they would abandon them. This was unacceptable; the work was easy, and they earned so much money each month. If they refused to sell sausages, their business in the county town would collapse. This would mean the end of their entire livelihood.

No, absolutely not!

“Song Feng, you can’t abandon them. They’re quick and efficient, and hardworking. Why won’t you take them? They’ve already said they’ll never steal silver again.”

The two men panicked.

"Shut up, still want to work? Dream on! Would you still want a thief if you were me? If you don't report this to the authorities, I'll change my surname to yours. Enough nonsense, tell me, how are you planning to compensate them?"

"What did you say, clan leader?"

"Contracts? They're a scam! We don't recognize them, we don't recognize them!"

"If you don't acknowledge it, get out of the village, get out of the Song family!" The clan chief was truly enraged; he had never seen anyone so selfish and foolish. He hadn't had much contact with him before and thought he was an honest and hardworking person.

Damn, I mistook you for someone else!

Fang Youcai wanted to curse several times, but his daughter stopped him, telling him to either leave or watch the show quietly and not to make a fuss. He was extremely frustrated.

“Clan chief, village chief, village head, you can’t do this. You can’t favor the Song family just because they are rich.”

They really didn't want to talk to him.

Yang's husband spoke up, "Clan leader, I admit my mistake. Song Feng, you can beat me or scold me as you please, I won't say a word. How about this, I'll take out all the silver in the house to compensate you, please, please leave a way for my family to survive?"

"The boss!"

The clan chief's expression softened slightly; at least there was someone who understood.

No, this whole thing was orchestrated by that old bastard. He's the one who was up to no good. The others are just blind fools who have no idea what they've done or how big a mess they've made.

"You think the few you brought out are enough? Don't ask others for help. Just think about it: if you were the owners of the workshop, and someone stole things, copied them, and sold them illegally, what would you do?"

I'm not playing games with you. Don't dream of getting this over with. Either you see the officials, or you pay compensation. The choice is yours.

Mr. Yang's face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled slightly. "Song Feng, I was really wrong. Uncle, please, please, can you spare me a day? Or how about this, I'll work for you, for free, for the rest of my life! Uncle, please!"

The Qiu couple were completely baffled by Old Song's behavior. Was the matter really that big of a deal? It was just a few sausages, after all. It was just a matter of a few pieces of meat.

"I'm sorry, Uncle. If I'm easy to talk to today, my workshop will be full of thieves tomorrow."

Old Song understood; they were going to make an example of him and show the whole village.

What do you want to do?

Song Feng looked at him, at this man he thought was a good person, an honest man, and said, "I said, follow the contract."

"Can't we just be more tolerant?"

"Personal relationships are personal relationships, but this matter is separate from other issues."

Thinking of his son, daughter-in-law, eldest grandson, and granddaughter, the old man shed tears of regret.

Song Feng saw death in his eyes.

"Uncle, I advise you not to do anything wrong. Children have to pay for their fathers' debts."

He didn't want to get involved in human lives, nor did he want to be criticized for profiting from human suffering.

Hehehe...

So, he can't even die?

That's ruthless. No wonder he brought down Old Man Song. He's lost today, and he accepts it.

He wiped away his tears. People say that one wrong step leads to another, and isn't that exactly what happened to him?

What isn't yours, you shouldn't be envious of or covet. Wealth and status are all predestined; you can't force them.