The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Grandpa Wang sat at the entrance of the courtyard, wearing a cotton-padded coat and basking in the sun, with Wang Defa sitting beside him. "Fazi," Wang Defa said, "it's spring plowing time, why is it still so cold?"

Wang Defa looked up at the sun overhead. He had taken off his cotton-padded coat and was sweating profusely.

"It feels like the wind is seeping into your bones, making you shiver with cold."

Wang Defa's eyes stung, and he looked up, holding back his tears. "It's really cold today, probably a late spring cold snap. Grandpa, can I go in and get a blanket to cover your legs?"

The old man nodded and closed his eyes.

Wang Defa picked up the blanket and covered him with it, then sat quietly beside him, watching the old man's sleeping face...

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"The constables are here! The constables are here!"

The villagers followed the bailiffs all the way to the Song family's house.

Song Feng, Emma, ​​who would have thought that not only has he become the richest person in Zaoshu Village, but now he has also become the most cultured gentleman in their village.

A few years ago, this scholar was someone who couldn't even get enough to eat and was completely illiterate, yet he managed to pass the imperial examination and become a scholar.

Compared to the previous two people, this is the one who is truly good at studying and has talent, right?

The old saying is absolutely true: fortunes change every thirty years.

Even when you're down on your luck, you might rise again someday; no one should look down on anyone else.

Fang Youcai, along with Zhao Shi, his daughter-in-law, and his daughter, said, "Come on, let's go to your eldest sister's house for a feast!"

"Can't you teach the child something good? What were you doing at Xiaoning's house?"

"A banquet, huh? Doesn't someone who passes the imperial examination have to throw a banquet? Hey, do you think they'll throw a continuous banquet this time?" If they do, my daughter is so rich, it will definitely be more extravagant than last time.

Fang Youcai felt inexplicably annoyed. So quickly, his much-talked-about banquet was surpassed by his son-in-law.

Madam Zhao thought about it and decided against it. "No, you can only achieve the lowest level of scholarhood, so you can't have any more glory in the future. That's why we held a continuous banquet. Your son-in-law is so young, he'll definitely continue. Besides, they are all low-key people, unlike you."

Two arrows pierced the air, and Fang Youcai was seriously injured. "No, wife, is this how you viewed my last banquet? Was it just to show off?"

"Otherwise what? Are you just burning money?"

Fang Youcai clutched his chest, feeling that his injuries were too severe, and no amount of feasting by his daughter could soothe his wounded heart or make up for the pain in his soul.

Her family's son, what's the point of taking the imperial examination to become a scholar? Now, all the women in the village talk about him, and all they value is him. He, Fang Youcai, failed the preliminary examination and was left with nothing.

"Look at you, look at you! I told you to study hard and take the imperial examination, but you just wouldn't listen. If you had passed, I would have been in the limelight today!" The old man shouted from behind Fang Youcai.

He genuinely envied the Su family; they were wealthy, and he was truly disappointed in them. If it weren't for relying on him for food, he would have already thrown a punch.

The villagers around him were all watching him.

Fang Youcai wanted to disappear into the ground, but another arrow struck his chest. He couldn't go on; he had lost too much blood. The Song family was at odds with him today.

"Mom, let's go back. Our daughter must be busy today, so let's not go and join the fun."

"Why don't we go? We're almost at the door. Come on, let's go see how impressive Fengzi is." Zhao pulled him along, happily rushing forward.

Fang Youcai: ...

No, doesn't his wife care about him at all? He just got scolded by his father! And in front of the whole village!

At the entrance of the Song family's residence, a large crowd had gathered. Song Chunni rushed out of the workshop, while Su Shi and Fang Xiaoning greeted the yamen runners.

The yamen runners settled down, drank their tea, and were delighted. Song, the scholar, came from such a wealthy family; their reward today would surely be substantial. This trip had been worthwhile! They figured he'd be as generous as that old scholar from a while back.

"Congratulations, Master Song! Congratulations, Master Song!" With that, he stood up and read out the good news that Song Fengzhong had become a scholar.

Su Shi, trembling with excitement, held Song Chunni's hand. "In a little while, I'll go to visit my husband's grave and tell him about this joyous occasion. He'll be so happy, he definitely will!"

Song Feng remained calm, handing two embroidered pouches to the yamen runners and seeing them out of the courtyard.

As soon as the person left, Fang Youcai was about to go over and say something when Su beat him to it, "Fengzi, let's go find your father and tell him the good news."

Fang Youcai stopped in his tracks. This trip had been a complete disaster; the feast was over. What was the point of arguing with a dead man? Others were going to pay their respects at the grave; what was he doing here?

"I told you, you didn't need to come today. See? People are going to the cemetery to find their fathers, and you're still going to come along and wait for a feast?"

Zhao: When did she say she wanted to have a feast? Did she just want to celebrate with her son-in-law? At her age, would she still be thinking about food?

"Father, Mother, you're here! Come in quickly!" Song Feng had sharp eyes and spotted his in-laws in the crowd.

"We're not going in. Weren't you going to find your father?"

"Today was too rushed. We'll take some paper money up there another day and have a proper talk with Father." Mother was too hasty just now; today is not a good day to go up the mountain.

Oh, you're not going? Then you'll be staying for drinks tonight, there's still food available.

"Congratulations, Fengzi, you are the first scholar in our village."

Song Feng said respectfully, "Thank you, Mother. In two years, my two younger brothers will definitely pass the exam as well."

Inside the room, Song An's eyes were dim. He was destined to be forever barred from the imperial examinations and could not walk this path.

The clan elders, village chief, and others all arrived at the Song family's house. They were naturally there to offer their congratulations on such a joyous occasion and to inquire about the preparations. If a banquet was planned, they were asked to ask for the Song family's assistance as well.

The clan chief, however, had other thoughts in mind. "Song Feng, could you hang your good news in our ancestral hall? We agreed before we came that we would open the ancestral hall. Such a joyous occasion must be shared with our ancestors. Also, we must let future generations see it to encourage and inspire them, showing them that nothing is impossible if they are willing to work hard."

Song Feng: ...He planned to hang it in his own main room, but the clan chief is here to intercept him.

Fang Youcai felt envious. It was not easy for him to pass the imperial examination and become a student. He was quite old, but he had never opened an ancestral hall or framed the good news and hung it in the ancestral hall.

This is an immense honor.

Why didn't he? Why were the Fang family members indifferent to his passing the exam? Was it because he was too old? Or because he didn't have a son-in-law who was rich?

"Opening an ancestral hall? Does it have to be this grand?"

The clan chief stroked his beard, looking at him with satisfaction in his eyes. They were all proud that he had passed the imperial examination.

"Yes, yes, you are the first scholar in our Song family. By the way, young Feng, are you going to host a banquet? A continuous feast?"

Fang Youcai immediately stared at him, making Song Feng's scalp tingle. He waved his hand repeatedly at the clan leader, "No banquet will be held. Please stay for a drink tonight, that will be enough to celebrate."

Everyone showered him with praise, commending him for his composure and steadiness, and for his lack of extravagance.

Fang Youcai, who was always concerned with his image and extravagant, felt that they were implying something about him, and he had evidence to back it up. Sitting in the main room, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and he really wanted to run away.

That evening, two tables were prepared for the banquet: one for the men and one for the women. When the banquet ended, Fang Youcai was completely drunk.

He knew he shouldn't be jealous of his son-in-law. But he was jealous anyway.

He felt that his son-in-law was just luckier than him! He regretted not marrying his daughter off in the first place; whoever she married would bring her good fortune, and she could have been a lucky charm at home!

I regret it! Such a good girl, and she was taken advantage of by the Song family and Song Feng!