The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Why did you drink so much?"

"regret."

"Ah, you regret not studying? You want to take the imperial examination to become a scholar?"

This woman really doesn't understand him at all.

“I regret marrying my daughter into the Song family. If I had kept her at home and burned three sticks of incense every day, I might have passed the imperial examination in five years.”

Zhao slapped his hand away. "Don't even think about it. You were the one who offered your daughter a dowry to get her married back then. Now it's too late to regret it. You should think about whether the old man will force you to continue your studies."

She was a little worried; her father-in-law was obsessed with the imperial examinations.

Fang Youcai said confidently, "No, if he dares to say that, I dare to cut off his food supply." His father would choose between money and something uncertain.

Zhao looked at him in surprise, "You're not drunk?"

Fang Youcai said smugly, "Those bastards were deliberately trying to get me drunk. If I hadn't pretended to be drunk, I would have really passed out tonight."

Zhao laughed and nudged him, "Why are you so cunning?"

Fang Youcai raised his chin and said, "They're too green to mess with me. Let me tell you, those old fogies are really drunk, but Fengzi and I, hehehe, were just faking it."

"you two……"

He pulled Zhao Shi aside and said, "Wife, I'm heartbroken today. You have to comfort me."

How to comfort them?

"Shall we have another daughter? A son would be fine too."

Zhao's face flushed crimson. She remembered the stares from those women after she finished her postpartum period—it made her so ashamed! It took her a while to recover. "Get out of here, Fang Youcai! I beg you, have some decency! You're an old man, have you no shame?"

"What's the use of saving face? As long as you have a wife, that's all that matters." He then started hitting her, saying, "I'm still going strong, even better than Dad was back in his day!"

Zhao pushed the person down and immediately left the house, saying, "Go ahead and go crazy by yourself, don't pull me away." She left without looking back; she would sleep with her daughter that night.

Fang Youcai stared alone at the empty house. "Why did you run away? Damn it, my daughter's gone!?"

Old Song's family.

When Old Man Song learned that Song Feng had passed the imperial examination and become a scholar, he cried and laughed alone in his room, which made Song Lao Da and Song Lao Er very uneasy.

"Dad, is he just being dramatic?"

"It looks very similar to me."

Should we call a doctor?

"Let's see. It's probably because Song Feng passed the exam that he was overly excited. He'll be fine tomorrow."

The two brothers hid outside the door, whispering to each other.

“No amount of provocation will help. Even if he becomes the top scholar, it won’t have anything to do with us. Why don’t you understand, Father? That kid is too ruthless. He cut off all ties with us. After that, he’s doing better and better. How can Father not feel bad?” Song Lao Er said through gritted teeth. Such a coveted prize, yet they couldn’t get a single benefit from it.

Song Laoda curled his lip, "Being upset is useless. Their whole family is heartless. And Song Chunni, no matter how good she is, have you ever seen her help us even a little bit? They are all ungrateful. I've seen through them. Don't expect anything, there's no hope."

Song Lao Er strongly agreed, "I also think it's fine if they live their lives and we live ours, without disturbing each other. Of course, it would be even better if we could work in their workshops like strangers."

Ever since their third son died, their family's fortunes have been declining. He wonders if it's truly some kind of retribution. He dreams of his third son and his mother in the dead of night, and each time he wakes up in a cold sweat.

Therefore, he dares not provoke Song Feng's family at all now; he feels extremely insecure.

My dad would go to the cemetery all the time; he must be a coward, afraid of dying and going to hell. Sigh, if only I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been so ruthless back then. At the very least, I should have tried to save a life.

"Dad, are we just going to abandon this?"

"What do we care? Do you think he'll listen? Come on, let's go work in the fields." The eldest brother pulled the second brother to the fields. They hadn't separated the family yet, so he couldn't do the work by himself.

Dad, ha, it's not that he doesn't like it, he's been through everything in his life, he's weathered all the storms, what's this? He'll figure it out in a few days. Even if he doesn't, it doesn't matter, he'll just have to visit the cemetery a few more times.

"alright."

Carrying a hoe, watching the bustling village, I suddenly felt a pang of sadness, so I lowered my head and walked towards the fields.

You just can't stand to see your mortal enemy doing well.

In the room.

Old Man Song stared at the coffin that had been with him for over thirty years, tears welling in his cloudy old eyes. Now, the only people he could confide in, besides the two graves, were this coffin.

"Third son, I'm so sorry. I regret it, I really regret it. Back then, I should have been kinder to your mother, to you, and to Chunni. I should have found a doctor for you and your mother when you were seriously ill. I should have bought you medicine and given you food. I shouldn't have let you go hungry."

Down below, I wonder if the ghosts who died of hunger or disease will be bullied. But Fengzi burns so much paper money every year, it should be enough for you to squander, right?

This child is filial, so you can spend the money freely without worrying about running out. He'll burn paper money for you every year. I wonder if he'll burn some for me after I die and I'm buried with you, my wife. If not, could you share some with me, my wife? I just need a little, enough to eat.

Are you and your daughter together now? When I go down, let me come with you, please keep me company. I know I made mistakes before, I promise I'll treat you well after I go down, don't be afraid, don't avoid me, okay?

The old man kept nagging, "Third son, you don't have the good fortune of the Su family. Your Song Feng is very successful. He's better at studying than others who have studied for more than ten years."

And besides, Song An is also capable. He's lame, but I've heard he's an excellent painter, earning a lot of money for a single painting. He's also literate and can do accounting. He can live a stable life now. Song Feng, as his older brother, is truly devoted to him. Even if he weren't capable, Fengzi would probably support him for life.

Unlike your two older brothers, who only care about taking advantage of you and nothing else.

Third son, did you ever hate your father? When you were about to breathe your last? If you hated me, you deserved it. You valued a son more than your own life, and yet…

"Sigh, never mind, let's not talk about it anymore. I reckon Dad will be coming to find you soon. I'll apologize to you then, okay?"