The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

The old man's cloudy eyes were filled with tears. It's no wonder he dotes on his son; his eldest grandson truly understands him best.

"Alright, alright! Second brother, third brother, Fa Zi will only teach them; you can buy your own writing materials."

"Hey, hey!" They were also a little dumbfounded. They didn't expect him to agree. He used to be such an arrogant person. Now he has changed so much.

Everyone present stared at Wang Defa in disbelief, while he simply stared at the old man.

"That's all. You can leave now, but Fa Zi can stay."

"father!"

The Wang family sons didn't want to leave; the old man was clearly not doing well, and they wanted to stay with him until he breathed his last.

"Go ahead," the old man waved his hand.

Half an hour later, Wang Defa came out of the old man's room with red and swollen eyes and clenched fists. "Grandpa, why are you so good to me?" On his chest was the twenty taels of silver that the old man had secretly given him. It was the last coin he had kept, even when the family was in dire straits and they had to sell the land.

After he came out, everyone waiting in the yard rushed back into the house. Late the next night, the old man passed away. The Wang family was filled with weeping, which attracted the attention of the sleeping neighbors. The eldest son of the Wang family cried himself to death.

When someone dies, the clansmen all come to help. The Wang family had bought the coffin beforehand, and that night, the entire Wang family was dressed in white.

The funeral arrangements for the old man were discussed and agreed upon by several families, leaving the clan members quite bewildered. How did they suddenly become so harmonious again?

Upon learning of Grandpa Wang's passing, Grandpa Song locked himself in his room and talked to the coffin for most of the day.

“Honey, is Dad possessed or insane? He talks to coffins every day. What kind of nonsense is this? When you’re not around, my sister-in-law and I feel creeped out. We don’t even dare to call him for dinner.”

"It's alright, Dad's just a little confused. He might be mistaking the coffin for his mother. Don't worry about him. Just call him for meals, and ignore him otherwise," said the eldest son of the Song family, seemingly unconcerned. He had been worried at first, but after observing him for two days, he realized that the old man didn't seem to be doing anything else besides talking to the coffin, so he figured the old man was just bored and relaxed.

Song Laoda's wife: ...With my husband saying that, she's even more worried, okay?

Good heavens, who talks to a coffin for no reason? Does he want to get into a coffin?

She couldn't help but shudder, feeling as if the house was eerie and gloomy.

“My dear wife, Old Wang is gone too. Back in the village, he, me, and Old Fang were the most competitive. The three of us were fiercely rivals. Even those top performers have resigned themselves to their fate and passed away. We competed our whole lives, so tell me, what was it all for?”

To be honest, I'm a little envious of him. It's good to be dead; it's all over. Living is real suffering. When are you going to take me with you?

Song Lao Er's wife, who came to call him for dinner, stumbled and almost tripped on the threshold. "Dad... um... dinner's ready!" she said, and then ran off in a flash, running incredibly fast.

Old Man Song shook his head helplessly. "Look, look, they all look at me like I'm a monster. Tell me, what's the point of me living like this? Why don't you take me with you?"

Seeing that his father was late for dinner, Song Laoda, who came to call for him, said: ...

No wonder my sister-in-law was so scared her face turned pale; it really was quite creepy. Dad, what are you trying to do?

"Dad, it's time to eat!"

"Ah."

The person hummed in agreement, but their buttocks didn't move.

Song Laoda said helplessly, "Dad, the food will get cold soon, and everyone is waiting for it."

"I understand." The old man could only get up, and Song Laoda helped him up, wondering whether he should call a doctor.

After Old Man Wang arrived, the Wang family initially thought that Wang Defa had just agreed casually to appease the old man, but they never expected that he was serious.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, bring the child over tomorrow. He can have his lessons in the main room of the house."

This……

Alright, if he's willing, then let him go. Their grandson can read a few words; he can find work in town later, which would be excellent.

"Okay, I'll come over tomorrow morning."

"Remember to buy writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones. Don't buy books; I'll copy them for them."

After Wang Defa finished speaking, he went back into the house. He wanted to find some primers for his children and have them each copy one. Buying books was really expensive. Before his grandfather left, he told him, "If you want to be happy, don't take things too seriously. Just let things go."

Wang Lao Er and Lao San were amazed. It seemed like the sun had really risen in the west. Fa Zi was even helping their grandson copy books.

Old Wang couldn't understand what his son was doing; was he trying to lie?

"Is your son at home suffering from some kind of trauma?"

“I don’t think so. I don’t know what Dad said to him that day, but I feel that Fa Zi has changed a lot. I’m not going to think about it anymore. As long as the child is willing to live a good life, that’s enough.”

"Hmm." Old Wang thought of the silver his son had given them. "We must hide the silver Fa Zi gave us well, and give it to him when he needs it."

“I know he doesn’t trust Han Shi and is afraid that she will steal the money and run away like Cui Shi did back then. We also need to be careful. We must keep the money safe and the indenture. Han Shi has no children, so I’m afraid she won’t feel at ease living in our family.”

“I’m also worried about this. But after the New Year, I’ll adopt one. Even though it’s not my own, I’ll let her take care of it and gradually she’ll grow to love it and won’t want to leave.”

"Yes, in two years, we can have another one, two children, that would be more reliable." If one child is unfilial, there's still one to rely on; two children are always more dependable than one.

"We'll see when the time comes. Let's adopt one and raise it first."

What is he most afraid of now? He is afraid that he will get old and unable to move, that his son will have no one to rely on, and that his daughter-in-law will be like this, who knows?

Now all I'm thinking about is to work as hard as I can while I still can, and save up as much money as possible. Luckily, my father has left me a way out, and luckily, I'm quite hardworking. I'm copying books very diligently now, and I earn several taels of silver a month!

"Honey, Mom told me that we're going to bring a baby home after the New Year. Is that true?"

Wang Defa stopped writing and stared at her expression. "Well, bring a son back, and in a few days, you'll tell everyone you're pregnant, okay? Then we'll go to town to give birth."

"I understand." Madam Han lowered her head. Having a child is good; with a child, one has someone to rely on for the rest of their life. Yes, Mother is right. It's okay if I can't have children myself; I can just have one.

The people who copy books nowadays earn far more than those peasants.

"Honey, let's wait two years until we've saved enough money, then we'll move to town."

Wang Defa looked at her.

“You can’t do farm work, and your parents are getting old. Let’s rent out the land. When the children are older, they won’t hear any gossip. We’ll be in town, so it’ll be convenient for you to copy books.”

That's a good idea, but he can't leave for the next few years. He still has several children to teach. However, he really doesn't want to stay in Zaoshu Village anymore.

"Let's talk about buying a house in a few years."