The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The latrine at the academy was truly stinky; he was almost suffocated by the stench. He could barely bear it on the first day, but the next two days, the stench made him dizzy.

These past few years, he's been pampered and spoiled. He used to be fertilized with manure every day, and he didn't seem to care.

After washing himself thoroughly from head to toe, inside and out, Song Feng got up, and the servant helped him dry his hair before he went inside to eat.

"Has anything happened while I was away?"

"No, everything is fine."

It's good that everything is alright. Tomorrow, he will check the operating conditions and bills of each shop.

After eating his fill, Song Feng lay down and fell asleep, sleeping soundly until the world seemed to end.

"Is this the bill you prepared recently?" The owner and accountant of the dried chicken shop looked at their master with trepidation.

Their master was coming to the prefectural city, and they hadn't received a word of it beforehand, so they didn't have time to redo the bills.

Far from the emperor's reach, and being among the first batch of managers trained by their masters, they dealt with large sums of money year after year. As they worked, their hearts became restless, and they began to embezzle.

Song Feng checked four or five shops but found nothing wrong. This was the only one that he and Xiao Ning trusted the most.

That ledger was so well-made that it didn't even fool them. They treated him like he was dead, or they thought they wouldn't come to the prefectural city. They made a fake one every six months, and the other party wouldn't notice.

No wonder Xiao Ning reminded him this time not to let the shopkeeper outside know anything about the exam, and to conduct a surprise inspection.

They actually managed to catch a dung beetle.

good very good!

They were worried about outsiders who might be dishonest. The manager and accountant were all their own people, and the indentures were in their hands. They thought that with the indentures, these people wouldn't dare to have any ulterior motives. It seems they underestimated human nature.

"Tell me, how much have you embezzled over the past few years?"

The two men knelt down, saying, "No, no, Master, you've been wronged! You've been wronged! We've just been lazy lately and haven't done the accounting properly. We'll definitely sort it out for you tomorrow! Master, please forgive us this once. From now on, we'll make sure the daily accounting is done clearly on the same day."

The two men secretly groaned. How come they hadn't heard a thing about their master coming to the prefectural city? He was rarely away, so he certainly didn't know what was going on in the shop. They figured they could at least fool him, right? They definitely could.

"Come on, take me to the warehouse." He wouldn't admit defeat until he saw the coffin; Xiao Ning had taught him how to handle these bills, and he had personally taught them one by one.

Are these people trying to fool him? Do you think he wouldn't know if there were problems with the bills he prepared?

"master!"

The two men were terrified, truly scared out of their wits this time. The warehouse—their master absolutely could not be allowed to go in. If he did, they'd be ready to be sold off again, wouldn't they?

"You've just arrived in the capital, so please rest well first. How about we check the bills and the warehouse together tomorrow?"

Song Feng ignored them and pulled over a waiter, saying, "Take me to the warehouse."

The shopkeeper and the accountant were utterly despondent.

Song Feng was furious. He was afraid that they would embezzle from his post, so he had two people, one for the accountant and one for the manager. But they had conspired to cheat him.

It seems that we can't just ignore the shops in other places. We need to go back and train a few head stewards, and then check the general accounts of each shop every now and then.

The boss gave the order, and the waiter dared not disobey. He led Song Feng to the warehouse, where Song Feng saw the densely packed goods and flew into a rage. He threw the bill at their faces, and they collapsed to the ground, not daring to utter a sound.

They had been running this business for over two years without any problems. They thought they could make a fortune from this shop, and then they would try to redeem themselves, get rid of their slave status, take the money, and leave this place to become their masters in another place.

I haven't earned enough money yet, how did my master find out?

They didn't regret their embezzlement; as the saying goes, "Every man for himself." They only regretted that they were too careless and hadn't made the accounts flawless.

Because they were in charge of all the bills, and their master trusted them implicitly, they never questioned their accounts. Gradually, they went from being cautious at the beginning to becoming increasingly careless, bolder, and less and less respectful of Song Feng, believing that he would never investigate them, and they became increasingly perfunctory.

They never dreamed that their master would suddenly come to the prefectural city and suddenly check the accounts, catching them so completely off guard.

"How much was swindled?"

The two didn't dare to speak.

"Go and call Manager Xu and Accountant Hu over, and have them redo the bills here properly."

"Yes." The servant acknowledged the order and left, looking down on the two traitors. Wasn't their master good enough to them? Wasn't he giving them enough money?

What an insatiable creature!

They've probably forgotten what kind of life they led before they followed their master.

The two men arrived very quickly after receiving the news, and they also brought along a few of their shop's employees.

He tossed them two bills and coldly looked at the two men on the ground. "Bring out the other bill."

They were reluctant to take it, and after dragging their feet for most of the day, Song Feng's patience ran out. "If you want your family members to be sold off to bad places, then keep dawdling."

"Master, spare us! Spare us! They know nothing!"

He didn't realize that with money, he couldn't believe he hadn't been living a good life. Where would a servant get money? They really thought he was a fool.

"Go to the farm again, tell the farm manager to take twenty farmers and search their homes. See how much money they've made from me over the years. Arrest all their family members and bring them to the farm to be kept under guard."

Today, if we don't thoroughly investigate them, he'll take their surname.

"Yes!"

"Master, we have children at home. They can't take this kind of fright. We'll confess, we'll confess everything, okay? Please, let them go." Before, they might have had a glimmer of hope that Song Feng wouldn't do anything to them, but now, the two of them were truly terrified.

They did all this just so their children and family could have a better life. They never imagined that their master would harm their family members.

A slave's offspring are also slaves. Masters can do whatever they want with them. Even if they are beaten to death, it is not considered a violation of the law. This is the tragedy of slavery.

It's too late to recruit now!

He was kind-hearted and felt that servants had a hard time. Xiao Ning was even kinder to them. However, kindness did not mean that they could tolerate their subordinates betraying them and taking advantage of them like fools.

The shopkeeper and the accountant were reconciling the accounts together using the two ledgers, and they weren't finished even after dark. The shop was brightly lit, and Song Feng hadn't left. The head of the estate reported that the man had been taken to the estate, but the things in his house hadn't been sorted out yet. Once they were sorted, they would be presented to him for inspection.

The two of them are now truly regretting it, regretting it to death. If they had known it would turn out like this, they would never have done it, even if it meant death. Isn't their master always kind-hearted?

Why be so harsh on them?

Did he lock up his family members so he could resell them?

If they sell it again, the family will be torn apart, and nobody knows where they'll go next. But one thing is for sure: it won't be any better than it is now.