The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Uncle."

"You're here! What's up?"

Grandpa Wang has no other desires now. He only wishes that his eldest grandson can live a good life with his family. That would be enough for him.

Seeing his full head of white hair, the clan chief's heart softened again, but what could he do? He had to speak up, no matter what; this was the will of several village leaders, and he couldn't refuse.

"Uncle, um..."

Old Wang smiled; the clan chief was as indecisive as ever. He knew what it was about the moment he entered.

No, he knew what had happened as soon as he heard that the house of the second wife of the Cui family had been burned down. He felt it was pointless not to ask his son or grandson; what was done was done, and asking again would be meaningless.

He knew why his son and grandson hated Cui so much; that bitch was indeed ruthless, and they had all been completely manipulated by her.

She cheated on him, got pregnant, and managed to escape unscathed, even managing to screw over the Wang family once again. He had to applaud her; Cui had indeed done a brilliant job.

Now that things have come to light, it's understandable that they can't take it anymore and want to vent. Since they did it, they have to bear the consequences.

Sigh, if he had to say what he regretted most in this life, it would be that he was blind back then and didn't see Fang Xiaoning, and even broke off his engagement with her.

If she were still alive, I believe that even if her eldest grandson couldn't have children, she wouldn't have abandoned him. She could have easily adopted him from the clan, and their family's life would certainly not be like this. Her eldest grandson wouldn't have broken the law for a few taels of silver.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

That's enough, it's all in the past.

He watched the clan leader quietly; such a soft heart was not a good thing.

"Uncle, you've heard about the fire at Old Zhou's house, haven't you?"

"Ah."

"That...that might have been done in your home."

"Is there any evidence?" He wouldn't admit to something without proof, even if he caught the thief red-handed. The boss handled this matter brilliantly, leaving no evidence whatsoever. Their conclusion that it was his house was purely based on guesswork.

"Uncle, let's be frank. Regardless of whether there's evidence or not, your family is definitely a suspect. Do you think the Zhou family is easy to bully? If they come to their senses and cause trouble for your family, how will you survive?"

"He dares!"

"Whether you dared or not, didn't you do it too?"

Old Wang stared at him, and the clan leader felt uneasy under his gaze. "Third Uncle, why are you so creepy?"

“We…we’ve discussed it, and we want…we want you to move out of Zaoshu Village.”

Old Master Wang stubbornly refused to move. Were they going to drive him away? This is his root. His grandfather, father, and ancestors are all buried here. What will happen to them if he leaves?

If he leaves, they will be people without even a clan.

He can't do that.

"Chieftain, if you have evidence, come and arrest me. If you don't have evidence, please leave. You can't just drive people out of the village based on guesswork."

The clan chief was deflated, and he knew this was going to be difficult. His third uncle was smarter and more eloquent than him; he wouldn't get away with anything from him.

"The Zhou family is the same. Try causing trouble if they dare to do that? They just guess and dare to push people to their deaths. Even the county magistrate wouldn't dare to judge a case like that."

That's perfectly reasonable. The clan chief admitted that, indeed, if things really came down to it, they were in the wrong. Who would drive someone out of the village based on mere guesswork?

The clan chief came swaggeringly, but left dejectedly. He found the village chief, repeated Old Wang's words to him, and told him that he couldn't drive the people away and couldn't do it.

The village chief waved him away, looking exasperated.

That evening, Old Man Wang and Old Man Wang talked for a very long time, with Old Man Wang telling him many things. He said that Old Man Wang couldn't fall ill, and the family couldn't function without him.

But he was really tired.

A month later, Fang Xiaoning, holding the child, saw Song Feng off. When he returned, he should be a scholar, and their confidence would be much stronger.

Unbeknownst to Song Feng, an old man was following behind his carriage, walking with faltering steps. Even after the carriage was out of sight, the old man continued to walk slowly until he left the village. He stood there for a long time before turning back.

"Dad, why did you go out again? Didn't the doctor say you can't be exposed to the wind? Don't you know your own body?" Old Song complained.

He was really annoyed by the old man. He couldn't die, and he was always sick. He just hung there, half-dead, for a year, two years, three years.

He just doesn't understand. When you reach a certain age, can't you just leave? Instead, he stubbornly clings to life, and in the past two years, he's spent countless amounts on medicine.

He won't listen to reason, he won't listen to advice. Why is he going out at this time? No, today is the day Song Feng goes to the prefectural city for the exam.

He knew his own father well. Over the years, the older he got, the more he seemed to regret the despicable things he had done in the past. Every year, he would secretly visit Song Laosan's grave, and he would sit there for most of the day, talking about something.

The better the Song Feng was, the longer he sat.

But what's the use? They've already severed ties. Song Feng doesn't care about family ties at all; he treats them worse than ordinary villagers. Anyone can work in his workshop, except their family. No, even Old Wang's family can't.

Over the years, their lives have been incredibly difficult. They watched helplessly as other villagers rose up one by one, while they remained stuck in the same place.

Because of Song Feng's dislike, neither he nor his second son's children could find good wives, and neither could find good husbands. Even so, the old man still had to go out and see him; how could he not be furious?

If it weren't for his remaining assets, they would have kicked him out long ago.

When Old Man Song was caught red-handed, he was a little scared. "I just went out for a walk. I was bored staying at home."

Boss Song rolled his eyes at him; even he himself didn't believe the lie he told. How could he have been so stupid before, listening to him in everything? If they had shown some leniency towards Third Brother Song and Song Feng back then, their lives would truly be thriving now.

Just look at the village chief and the families who helped him.

It's all that old man's fault, no matter what. He's so heartless, he wouldn't even spare his own son.

"Alright, hurry up and go inside and lie down. If you catch a cold, you'll have to find a doctor to get medicine."

Old Man Song lowered his eyelids. Over the past two years, his eldest and second sons had become increasingly impatient with him. Indeed, they couldn't earn money for them anymore, yet they spent it every day; wouldn't that be annoying?

Thinking of Madam Su, he was truly envious. Song Feng was filial, and so was his wife. Despite her frail health, they had taken such good care of her, and she looked no different from a normal person. The doctor had once said she wouldn't live more than three years, but so many years had passed, and she was still alive and well. Madam Su's life had truly been worthwhile.

Unfortunately, his third son lived a life of hardship and never enjoyed a single day of happiness before he passed away.

He regretted it, regretted that he shouldn't have listened to the Taoist priest, who said he was destined to be poor his whole life.