The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

Old Man Song kept talking to the coffin, and kept talking.

The two daughters-in-law, curious and wondering what he was babbling about, hid behind the door, listening with a chill running down their spines. They exchanged a glance and left together. Had the old man gone mad? What was he saying?

"Old man..."

"When they come back, we'll talk to them about it."

………………

Wang Defa would copy books every night until late at night, selling each book as soon as it was finished. He often traveled between home and town, buying books and snacks.

Chicken, meat, mutton, duck, pastries, wine—he bought whatever he saw in town. "Dad, you've suffered your whole life. In your final moments, you must eat and drink well before you go."

My father is getting more and more haggard and lacking in energy. Ever since he fainted and the doctor saw him, I don't know why, but he's deteriorated very quickly.

It's as if all my energy has been drained away all at once. I spend all my time lying down or sleeping, and I have no appetite. Before, no matter what, I always seemed energetic.

He didn't understand why things were getting worse the more he looked at the doctor. Was it just as the doctor said, that his father was nearing the end of his life and there was nothing more he could do?

"Honey, don't you want to take a break?"

Since their marriage, Han had never seen Wang Defa work so hard; he had worn out two of his calligraphy brushes.

"I'm not tired. Light the oil lamp a little brighter for me."

They're all stubborn mules; you can't persuade them.

Grandpa Wang felt that his life was slipping away little by little. In fact, he had nothing to complain about in living to this age; God had not been too unkind to him.

That's right, deep down he was really worried about his eldest son's family. Their family was so small and insignificant. He thought it was bad enough that his eldest son only had one son, Fa Zi, and his health had deteriorated. Who knew that Fa Zi was even worse off than his father? They didn't have a single son or daughter.

The second and third sons only think of themselves; they would never agree to let Fa Zi adopt a grandson.

"Boss, go and call everyone over." He had a feeling that he was about to go find his wife; he was tired and couldn't take it anymore.

The old man had some difficulty speaking.

"Ai!"

Old Master Wang dropped the medicine bowl and ran away, knowing that the old man was about to give his final instructions.

Everyone surrounded him; the room was packed. He was surrounded by children and grandchildren, and the others were also large families. Unfortunately, his eldest son…

"father!"

"grandfather!"

The old man coughed a few times. "I called you here because I want to tell you something."

With tears streaming down his face, Wang Lao Er said, "Father, just say it, I'll do whatever you say!"

His wife secretly kicked him, saying, "Idiot, is this the time to talk big?"

“Now that your families are all living comfortably, I have nothing to worry about. After I leave, this room I live in can be left to your eldest brother.”

“Alright, my eldest brother has been taking care of Dad these past few years, so it should be given to him.”

Old Wang felt a little better. Compared to others who fought tooth and nail over a few copper coins after their father's death, his sons were at least sensible and had a conscience.

"You three brothers can divide the land equally. As for the silver, you should know that I don't have any on me."

They knew, of course, that Wang Defa had spent it all, even selling land for him. However, they were surprised that their father hadn't left the land to their eldest brother, but instead divided it equally.

"Whatever Dad says goes."

"Second brother, third brother, I know you have grievances in your hearts. You feel that you spent so much money to raise Fa Zi over the past ten years or so, but nothing came of it. You feel like you've lost out."

They really lost out by not speaking up.

"However, sometimes you can't predict the final outcome. It's a gamble, and nobody knows who will win or lose in the end. Since it's a gamble, you have to be able to win and you have to be able to lose."

That's the logic, but I can't get over it in my heart.

“Your eldest brother is having a hard time, and so are you. Your father knows that. Our biggest mistake wasn’t sending Fa Zi to school. Our biggest mistake was breaking off the engagement and letting Fang Xiaoning go.”

Wang Defa stared blankly at Old Man Wang. Grandpa hadn't gotten over this yet.

Didn't he keep advising him to let go of the past and live well in the present?

The entire Wang family nodded vigorously. Yes, it should have belonged to the Wang family, but it ended up benefiting the Song family. Why? It's all because Wang Defa couldn't control his lust. And not only could he not control himself, but he was also all looks and no substance, failing to produce a child all these years.

"Dad, let's not talk about the past." Old Wang really didn't want to bring it up; it made him feel suffocated.

"Let's not talk about it anymore. I just wanted to tell you all that no one was at fault for Fa Zi's education; it was all just bad luck. Your eldest brother has also suffered in his life. After I'm gone, each of you will have a happy and prosperous family, but you'll all be struggling alone..."

Everyone fell silent. Wang Defa couldn't conceive, so what could they do? They couldn't get his wife pregnant for him.

“I was thinking that your older brother’s family is small and lonely, so they might be bullied by some people in the village. If they are bullied…”

"Dad, don't worry. No matter what, we are all brothers, all members of the Wang family. We will never stand by and watch our eldest brother be bullied."

Wang Lao Er's wife kicked him again, even harder than before. "He thinks he's so smart, huh? He's got a big mouth."

Old Wang was relieved. "Well, I'm relieved that you think this way. Remember, you're family, brothers. You should help each other out whenever you can."

"we know."

"Fa Zi, Grandpa also has a favor to ask of you."

"Grandpa, tell me!"

The old man looked at him expectantly. All that was just talk; only when his second and third sons received tangible benefits would they become close to the eldest son's family. "Although you didn't take the imperial examinations, your knowledge is still good. Grandpa wants you to teach your second and third uncles' grandsons, to give them their first education and teach them to read."

Wang Lao Er and Lao San's eyes widened instantly. This kid can teach their grandson? Before, when they asked him to teach their younger brothers, he acted all arrogant and wouldn't listen to them, not even letting them touch the books.

That kid has been selfish since he was a child. Now he's teaching their grandson? Is his father serious? Does he really think he'll agree? The sun will rise in the west.

“Okay, Grandpa, I’ll teach them. You know I make a living by copying books, so you can’t just watch over them all day. I’ll teach them for two hours every morning and evening, one day of teaching and one day of rest. They can practice writing at home, and if they don’t understand something, they can come and ask me, okay?”

He had to fulfill his grandfather's last wish, as a way of repaying his grandfather's love and care over the years. He knew his grandfather hadn't given up hope and still wanted to try and see if a promising scholar could emerge from the family. His grandfather's chance was gone; he would leave it to the next generation.