The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The old widower kicked her impatiently again, yelling, "What are you yelling about? I'm sleepy!"

"Honey, fire! Fire!"

What?

Fire!

The old widower opened his eyes, all sleepiness gone. Cui Hehua hurriedly threw on her clothes, grabbed her two children, and ran. The fire had almost completely burned the house down, and they were still sleeping?! He stared wide-eyed at the billowing smoke inside, flames leaping up the rafters and crackling fiercely.

"Father, I'm taking the child out. You take the money and come out quickly. I don't need anything else!"

"Run!"

"Damn it, there's a fire!" He frantically grabbed his underwear from the bedside and pulled it on haphazardly. Cui Hehua had already rushed out of the house with her two children in her arms, shouting back as she ran, "Husband, get the money! Don't worry about anything else!"

Without thinking twice, the old widower rushed to the counter, grabbed the cloth bag containing the silver, and stuffed it into his clothes. The fire grew larger and larger, and the heat wave hit him, making him cough. He turned to run outside, but a fallen beam blocked his way.

"Damn it!" He bent down and crawled under the roof beam. He had only taken two steps when there was a loud "boom" behind him. A large section of the roof collapsed, sparks flew everywhere, and he almost burned his back.

"Come out quickly! Come out quickly!" Cui Hehua stood in the courtyard, holding her two children tightly in her arms, her face full of anxiety.

The old widower gritted his teeth and rushed out with all his might. Just as he reached the door, a burnt-out beam came crashing down. He dodged sharply and almost fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain, he scrambled out of the house.

"Run! The house is collapsing!" the old widower shouted, pulling Cui Hehua along as they ran out of the yard. They had only taken a few steps when a deafening crash came from behind them, and the entire house collapsed, flames shooting into the sky and thick smoke billowing.

Holding her child, Cui Hehua's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to her knees. The old widower caught her, panting, and said, "Quickly take the child and run far away! I'll go find someone to put out the fire!"

Cui Hehua ran a long way before stopping, looking at the distant firelight, tears streaming down her face, "My husband, my home... is gone..."

Hearing the commotion, the neighbors discovered that their house was almost completely burned down and rushed to fetch water to help put out the fire. The village chief, having heard the commotion, also arrived, and almost all the men in the village got up to help extinguish the fire.

We have to extinguish it; it's windy at night, and a spark could blow into anyone's house and start a fire.

The old widower gritted his teeth, his face ashen. He looked down at the cloth bundle in his arms; the silver was still there, but the house, furniture, and food were all gone. He slammed his fist on a nearby tree, cursing, "Damn it, how did this fire even start?"

Cui Hehua wiped away her tears and choked out, "Husband, what do we do now?"

He stared at the house engulfed in flames, clenching his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

The village chief was also bewildered. "Wait, how did this fire start, and why is it so big?"

Two hours later, the fire was finally extinguished—no, it should be said that it burned out and went out on its own.

All that remained of their home was a pair of dark, muddy walls.

The villagers looked at the disheveled family and, besides feeling sorry for them, didn't know what to say.

"What's going on?"

How did the fire start? Did they knock over the oil lamp? No, did they even have an oil lamp?

“Someone set fire to my house, village chief! Someone set fire to my house and tried to burn my whole family to death! If it weren’t for the children crying, we would all be dead inside.”

The village chief stared at them incredulously. "Someone set a fire? Are you sure?"

"Look at what we're wearing. We were sleeping, and when we opened our eyes, the fire was already huge. Tell me, if someone didn't set the fire on purpose, how did it start?"

The village chief stared at their house, his gaze sharp. If it really was arson, then…

In recent years, their Zaoshu Village has finally become one of the wealthiest villages in the area thanks to the Song family. Countless families are eager to marry their daughters into the village. If someone were to do such a dirty thing...

In his view, the fire was indeed strange.

"Who did you two have a fight with recently?"

Cui Hehua shook her head. Since the divorce, she had been incredibly obedient, and apart from her family, she hadn't offended anyone. No matter how much her parents and brothers hated her or how much trouble they caused, they would never set her on fire.

This is clearly an attempt to burn their entire family to death.

Who is so ruthless?

Cui Hehua thought of someone, but she didn't dare to say it. After all, they hadn't been in contact for many years. The past was the past, wasn't it?

She has her own family now, and so does he.

"We'll talk about it when it gets light. Take the child and stay at my house for the night." He's the village chief, what can he do?

The old widower nodded. What could he do now that things had come to this? Cui Hehua wanted to tell him her suspicions, but looking at the old widower's tired face, she didn't dare to say much. She just gently patted the children in her arms and whispered to them to sleep.

The little one is okay, after all, he's only seven months old and doesn't know what fear is. The older one is clearly frightened; he keeps twitching while sleeping.

Without these two children, they might not have escaped death today.

Night deepened, and the old widower lay in bed, unable to sleep. His mind was filled with the fire, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Suddenly, he sat bolt upright, a ruthless glint in his eyes. If someone had truly set the fire, he would never let that person get away with it!

The next morning, the old widower got up early, and the village chief hadn't slept much either. Old Li and her daughter-in-law made breakfast early in the morning. She had heard about their situation from her husband the night before, and to be honest, she felt quite sorry for them.

Unexpected disaster struck, and the family was wiped out overnight. No one could bear that.

She wasn't stingy; she made a lavish breakfast, even boiling an egg for the older child and steaming an egg custard for the younger one.

What will they do without a home?

The village chief led a group of people to search the vicinity of the old widower's house again and again. They burned everything that could be burned, but they couldn't find anything all morning.

The old widower's face was extremely grim. He didn't believe that the fire had fallen from the sky; those who did bad things would surely leave something behind.

"What are you going to do?"

"Village chief, tell me, if I report this to the authorities, will it affect the village? If I don't report it and let the wicked get away with it, what if he goes and sets fire to someone else's house?"

The village chief was speechless. Reporting it or not reporting it was wrong. He had already said everything, so what else could he say?

“I won’t stop you if you want to report it, but as you can see, there’s not a single footprint. There’s nothing there except your house, which is completely dark.”

The old widower is going to vomit to death. That's the end of it, unless he dies!