The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Fang Youcai was throwing a tantrum at home. Why? Because the old widower's house had caught fire.

He felt that someone was targeting him, deliberately trying to make things difficult for him, and making him uncomfortable when he was happily sleeping after his banquet.

Zhao was truly exasperated. He'd been spinning around in front of her all morning; didn't he get dizzy? "Alright, you're making me dizzy."

"Aren't you angry?"

“Our house didn’t catch fire, what’s there to be angry about? You’re overthinking it. If it were really targeting you, it would be like setting fire to our backyard.”

What she really wanted to say was, "You take yourself too seriously."

"But I'm not happy, he can't wait a few more days before releasing it."

Zhao ignored him, letting her wander off as she pleased, and went about her own business. She wanted to make a set of clothes for her daughter and granddaughter, and for her granddaughter alone.

Fang Youcai felt that he wasn't as important as a piece of cloth in his wife's hand. He was extremely upset, and in his frustration, he went straight to Fang Xiaoning's house for comfort.

After Song and Wang returned home from setting the fire, they were restless. In a moment of impulsiveness, they saw that Fang Youcai had become successful, Fang Xiaoning was living a happy life, and even Cui Hehua, who had cheated on their son, had children and lacked nothing.

They were alone, with only their son, and they had nothing. They were furious and couldn't sleep at night, so the two of them secretly did this big thing.

It felt incredibly satisfying and exhilarating while I was doing it, but after I got home and calmed down, I was covered in a cold sweat.

If even one person dies inside, they will all pay with their lives. They don't know whether they want Cui Hehua's family to die or to escape; their minds are in turmoil.

I went out early this morning and overheard people discussing this matter. Knowing that the whole family was alive, my heart finally settled down, and I even felt like crying.

It's good that they're alive, it's good that they're alive. They really didn't want them to die, after all, they have several lives to live!

She heard that the village chief was going to investigate the arson, and that the old widower wanted to report it to the authorities. She and her husband were so frightened that they didn't leave the house all day. They hid at home, afraid to go anywhere or think about anything.

The more pleasure they felt when they set the fire, the more regretful and fearful they are now.

"Dad, we didn't leave anything behind last night, did we?"

Old Wang thought it over and over. They had indeed done a great job last night. "No, this matter is best kept to ourselves. Don't mention it again. If anyone asks, just say you were sleeping at home last night. Even if the county magistrate asks, it'll be the same, understand?"

The county magistrate? Would the county magistrate even care about such a trivial matter?

Song couldn't help but shudder.

"Okay, I understand. Our daughter-in-law has been home for many days now, we should go and pick her up." If we don't pick her up, she might really stay at her parents' house for the rest of her life.

"Okay, you go tomorrow. Be firm. No married woman goes back to her parents' home like this. What's wrong with arguing and getting beaten? Which couple doesn't argue? If everyone were as dramatic as her, how could anyone live their lives?"

This kind of person is shameless. The more polite and respectful you are to her, the more she takes herself for granted and pushes her luck. Back then, when the betrothal gifts were exchanged, the two families had agreed on everything and even signed a contract. From then on, she had no family to rely on.

To put it bluntly, it's a contract of servitude. What right does someone who's sold herself have to complain about our son? Based on that contract, even if we sold her, no one would dare say anything.

Old Master Wang was genuinely angry because of Cui Hehua. When they remarried, they had been cautious and signed a written agreement. His son couldn't have children, and he initially felt guilty towards his daughter-in-law. But who knew this woman would be so ungrateful, acting recklessly and thinking she was the head of the Wang family?

What is she? She's just a pitiful wretch who was mistreated and sold by her parents back then. They want to force her son to divorce her, and the other party wants to sell their daughter again. They'll see if he agrees.

If you push him too far, you might as well just break up.

Now, he is truly grateful for this document.

Hearing her master say this, Madam Song straightened her back. Yes, she was a bought wife; once that document was filed with the government, she would be a slave.

The master has the right to dispose of a servant at will; even if he kills him, it's not against the law.

She knew all this because both the Song and Fang families had servants, and she overheard the villagers gossiping about it.

"Okay, I'll go pick them up tomorrow. If I have to go again, I'll break my legs!"

Boss Wang nodded, "That's how it should be."

The village chief, along with several clan chiefs and village heads, sat in the main room of his house, each holding a pipe, their brows furrowed, puffing out smoke.

This is a difficult matter!

"Village head, you are the most respected person, what do you think of this matter?"

A compliment fell unexpectedly upon him. He didn't want to see anything, no matter how he looked at it.

He glanced at the silent Wang family patriarch and asked, "Patriarch Wang, what do you think?"

Everyone's not stupid; it's obvious who did it. The Wang family didn't leave any evidence, but some things, even without evidence, can be investigated thoroughly if you really want to.

When asked this question, the clan chief was speechless. He decided to let the matter slide and wait until things calmed down before secretly going to the Wang family to give them a good scolding.

If this were done openly, the Wang family wouldn't want to lose face, and it would also affect the marriages of young people in the clan.

"Why don't we all chip in and build them a house? We're all from the same village, how can we leave them without a place to sleep?"

Everyone was looking at him meaningfully…

Chief Wang smiled awkwardly, inwardly cursing Old Man Wang to the bone.

This is the only way to do it. "So, how much silver should each family contribute?"

Their Zaoshu Village is a large village, and fifty coins from each family is a large sum of money.

Over the years, everyone who worked for the Song family has accumulated some money.

"Thirty coins per family, one hundred coins per family for the rest of us. If anyone is unwilling to pay, we won't force them. What do you think?"

Everyone nodded. No one's money comes from thin air; it's all hard-earned. We can't force people to give us money just because we have it.

With all these reasons, the old widower's house wouldn't be bad either. He could add a little more money, and the brick and tile house would be ready.

Compared to his previous mud-brick house, he could be considered to have turned misfortune into blessing.

Once the matter was settled, everyone started chatting casually, mainly to subtly advise Chief Wang that he had been a nice guy his whole life and had been blind to the truth his whole life; it was time for him to wake up.

In other words, the old widower was too caught up in the situation to see things clearly. If he ever does, the Wang family and he will be locked in another fierce battle.

"You mean..."

"While he's still not clear-headed, hurry up and get the Wang family out of here, the farther the better."