The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Dad, get up. Have you eaten?"

Old Master Song came in to call Old Man Song for dinner. As soon as he entered, he saw Old Man Song with half his body hanging off the kang (a heated brick bed), head down and face up, his eyes wide open, his expression a mixture of joy and surprise...

The person had been dead for a long time; their face had turned ashen.

"Father!" The voice was shrill and desperate!

His knees buckled, and he knelt at the doorway...

Hearing the shouts, the others rushed out and saw Boss Song kneeling at the door. They understood everything.

"Father!" Song Lao Er staggered to the door and, seeing his father hanging there, immediately knelt down at the door.

His father is gone! He has no father anymore...

The old man seemed to be in great pain as he passed away. He must have been feeling unwell last night. They should be taking care of him recently.

With tears streaming down his face, Old Song stood up, went into the room, moved the old man's body upright, placed it on the kang (a heated brick bed), and reached out to close his eyes.

Father, what happened that made him die with his eyes wide open in dismay?

The eldest brother helped him close his eyes, "Second brother, notify the clan, distribute..."

"what!"

He was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud. The old man, whose eyes he had closed, opened them again, just as wide as before.

Song Lao Er opened his mouth, too afraid to utter a sound.

No, the old man is gone, why are you still trying to scare people? Weren't they quite filial to him before? They didn't mistreat him, did they? What could he possibly be unhappy about? Do you want to scare them to death so they can go and join him in death?

"Brother, what should we do?"

"Give me some time to think, and let me try again. Second brother, this matter must be kept to myself; we can't tell anyone in the family."

"I know, I know." If word gets out, how can they face anyone? My father died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Song Lao Er neither let the two women in nor told them to go out and call for help.

"What's wrong with them? Is Dad alive again? Why won't they let us in to send off the mourning clothes?"

"I don't know, let's wait and see, perhaps something big has happened." The head of the household's face was frighteningly ugly.

Old Song mustered his courage and helped the old man close his eyes again. After a while, the closed eyes opened again.

Old Song wanted to cry. What was his father doing? The man was gone, and he still wouldn't let them have some peace and quiet?

"Dad, what do you want? Just tell me if you're not going to get up, and I'll do whatever you say, okay? Please don't scare me like this, okay? I can't take it anymore!" Old Song started crying again as he spoke. He was having such a hard time, so incredibly hard!

Since the third brother died, I haven't had a peaceful day.

After crying his fill, Old Song could only try to get his father to close his eyes in peace. "Don't you want to be buried with your mother? Do you feel guilty?"

He stared into his father's eyes. This wasn't right. He wanted to be buried with his mother.

"You feel guilty towards the third brother, and you're ashamed to face him?"

As Song Lao Er listened, he figured that if the old man woke up, he would probably slap him a couple of times.

Seeing his father's eyes still open, Song Laoda was anxious. What should he do? He couldn't not announce the death, but what if his father arrived like this?

He's in a terrible situation, no matter what he did to his father that he can't rest in peace even after he dies.

"Father, your third brother and mother will take good care of you down there, I promise!"

Song Lao Er stared at Lao Zi nervously, without moving an inch.

"Dad, I'll go and ask Fengzi to offer incense for you, okay? He and Lao San will definitely forgive you, so you can rest in peace, okay? I promise, I'll burn lots of paper money for you every year so you won't have to worry about food and drink down there. After I'm gone, I'll have my son continue to burn it for you, okay?" Song Laoda was now emotionally broken and hysterical.

The old man on the kang (a heated brick bed) slowly closed his eyes. The ferocity he had shown before death was gone, and he seemed to have passed away peacefully.

Boss Song: ...

Song Lao Er was dumbfounded. What was all this about? His father had never had a moment's peace in his life, and even after he passed away, he wouldn't let them have any peace.

Thinking of Song Feng, whom he would never see again, he felt like crying. Did his father have to do something so cruel to him before he died? Song Feng had severed ties with them, so how could he possibly come to pay his respects?

He dared not say this, for fear that the old man would open his eyes and frighten him again.

"Quick, go get the funeral clothes and change Dad into them. Then we'll go announce the death."

"Okay!" Song Lao Er really wanted to ask his older brother what to do about what he had promised their father, but after glancing at his father's eyes, which he had finally managed to close, he wisely chose to keep quiet.

I just don't know if, when the funeral comes and my father finds out they tricked him, the coffin lid will be able to hold him down.

As soon as Old Master Song announced the news of his passing, the news spread like wildfire throughout Zaoshu Village.

What's going on? What year is this? Is this some kind of bad luck?

First it was Old Master Wang, and now it's Old Master Song. How come all the elderly people in the village are passing away one after another?

When Song Chunni learned that her father had passed away, she burst into tears and stared blankly for a long time.

Actually, her father had approached her several times this year, each time with a very good attitude, wanting to have a chat with her, but she ignored him, always feeling that he had ulterior motives and was up to no good.

So, the old man actually felt he didn't have long to live and genuinely wanted to chat with her, right?

It's hard to say whether it's regret or something else, but perhaps she's destined to have shallow family ties in this life.

"Mom, why are you crying?"

Seeing her mother-in-law cry, Fang Xiaoning became extremely nervous. What was wrong with her this time?

"Are you feeling unwell? I'll send someone to fetch a doctor."

Su grabbed her hand. "Xiao Ning, Fengzi's grandfather is gone."

"Has the old man passed away?" She had visited him a few times this year, and he seemed to be in good health.

"Yes, I went there last night. I heard he passed away peacefully." Madam Su said with tears in her eyes. Although the old man had never been good to her while he was alive, he was still the head of the family and her father. Without him, there would be no head of the family. She still felt very sad when she thought about it.

Seeing her kind-hearted mother-in-law who still didn't hold grudges, Fang Xiaoning comforted her, "Mom, Grandpa was old, it's normal for him to pass away. Compared to those who are bedridden, he's not so bad off, he didn't suffer, don't you think?"

In her opinion, God was truly kind to the old man; he had done nothing but wicked things his whole life, yet he still passed away peacefully. At such an advanced age, it was a happy death.

So, the old man has passed away. Should they go to his funeral or not?

Mrs. Su was comforted again, feeling that her daughter-in-law was absolutely right. The old man hadn't suffered and had lived for so many years; it was as if he had passed away peacefully.

Seeing that she had calmed down, I said, "Brother Feng is still in the study. I'll go and tell him."

She couldn't come to a conclusion by discussing this with her mother-in-law, so she should probably go ask Song Feng to see what he thought.

"Okay, you go find her. I'll go to the workshop to check on Chunni. She must be feeling terrible."

No, what are you all so upset about? Have you forgotten how he treated you when he was alive? Although people shouldn't hold grudges sometimes, especially against the dead, she's petty. She'll remember who treated her well or badly for a lifetime, even if they're dead, she'll still hold them accountable for the sins they committed in life.

Sigh, my mother-in-law's saintly heart, I really can't agree with it.