The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Brother Feng, I have something to tell you." In the study, Song Feng was still reading diligently.

Song Feng put down his book. "Is something wrong at home?"

"No, the old man from the Song family has passed away."

gone?

Song Feng was silent for a moment. "If they're gone, they're gone. We've severed ties; we're not even relatives anymore. It's best if we don't interfere in other people's family matters."

Thankfully, Song Feng wasn't confused. "Yes, you're absolutely right. That's the Song family's business; it has nothing to do with us."

Song Chunni went to the Song family that day. Originally, Madam Su also wanted to go, but Fang Xiaoning stopped her. "Mother, our two families have severed ties, it's not appropriate for us to go with her."

Su looked at Fang Xiaoning with confusion, "Didn't my sister-in-law go?"

“She’s different from us, and everyone has their own choices. Mother, please don’t get involved in this, this is what Feng and I think.”

Her son and daughter-in-law didn't want her to do it, so she definitely couldn't. Obediently, Mrs. Su abandoned the idea and went to play with her granddaughter.

When Fang Youcai learned that Old Master Song had passed away, he was at the old house. His father came to him, wanting him to find a job for his fourth son, saying that copying books had no future.

Fang Youcai had no idea what kind of future he could expect from someone who cheated on an exam.

"Dad, if you keep bothering me like this, it's pointless. Haven't I made my stance clear enough over the years? Would I be crazy to help someone who's cut off all ties with their family?"

"Don't bother me with the fourth brother's affairs anymore. If you do, don't blame me for turning on you; I won't set foot in the old house again."

"So many years have passed, he's learned his lesson, can't you..."

"No, once you sever ties with a family, you sever ties for life. I'm not like you; I'm a very principled person."

Old Fang felt like punching someone again. He had no principles? It was because he was too difficult to deal with and too stingy. Over the years, besides four taels of silver a year, he hadn't gotten anything.

Even so, it was something he went through a lot of trouble to get.

What's the use of having a son? What's the point? Especially when the eldest son is such a scoundrel.

"You in the end..."

Fang Youcai got up, too lazy to ramble on, since it wouldn't lead to anything anyway.

"Dad, dad!"

"Can't you stop yelling at home? You'd be happy if you scared me to death, wouldn't you?"

Unlucky Fang Lao Er just happened to be in the line of fire and became the old man's target for venting his anger.

"Second brother, what's got you in such a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry, I just came to tell you, Father, that Old Man Song has passed away. I'm sorry, Father, I have a naturally loud voice, I hope I didn't scare you?" Fang Lao Er said with some guilt.

What if I scare my dad badly? All the elderly people in the village are passing away, he's afraid too…

blah blah blah...

That foul mouth of his!

Old Fang stood up from his chair. "What did you say? Old Song left too?"

"Yes, it wasn't there last night, but we found it this morning."

Old Fang slowly sat down without saying a word, and it was unclear what he was saying.

Old Fang was actually a little flustered. Back then, the three of them were the best-off in the village. On the surface, they were polite to each other, but in reality, they had been secretly competing with each other for decades.

All three were fiercely competitive. Now, he's the only one left of his three comrades, and he feels lonely and lost. He's also afraid—afraid of death. They're all gone; will he be next? How much longer can he live?

Good heavens, he doesn't want to die! He feels he's not old yet, so why are they all leaving us?

“Dad, look, look! They’re about your age, why did they all die so young?”

Because they were so arrogant and unethical a few years ago, and had such big ambitions, look at what they got in the end. Don't you agree?

So, please stop pressuring me about the fourth brother's matter. If I'm doing well, you'll be doing well too. Isn't it better to just live a peaceful life? Can't we just stop causing trouble?

Fang Youcai felt that the reason those two would leave first was simply because they were even more troublesome than his own father, and they had no manners whatsoever. They were cunning and arrogant; well, if you can't deal with people, then fate will.

So, he was kindly advising his father that if he wanted to live a long life, he should be content and peaceful. Just like him, he was sure to live a long life.

Fang Lao Er broke out in a cold sweat. His elder brother really dared to speak his mind!

A shoe flew and landed on Fang Youcai's head...

"Ouch! My head!"

He glared at his father, then beat him again and again. He vowed that if his father called him again, he would write his name backwards.

Fang Lao Er felt that his elder brother was truly deserved to be beaten this time, and that his mouth was really foul.

"Get the hell out of here, right now!"

"Fine, fine, I'll get out of here. But Dad, you're getting on in years, can you please stop hitting people and getting angry so easily? It's bad for your health."

"roll!"

"I'm really doing this for your own good, look..."

Another shoe flew by, and Old Man Fang, barefoot, was panting heavily with anger.

Unfilial son! Unfilial son!

He just wanted to infuriate him right away!

"Brother, you go back first, we'll talk about it later, we'll talk about it later."

Fang Lao Er hurriedly pushed the person out of the main room, saying, "Hurry up and come, Dad is about to have a stroke from anger."

"Second brother, you've really grown bold, daring to push me too."

"Brother, please, let's go now. Don't upset Dad anymore, okay?"

"What do you mean I provoked him? I was advising him not to get so angry at his age."

Come on, I've never seen anyone advise someone like that in my life. If it were his son, he would definitely slap him a few times.

"Alright, hurry up and go back, go back."

Fang Youcai: ...

Hey, you bastard, you've really gotten cocky lately!

Old Man Song passed away, and the Song family remained indifferent, a fact observed by everyone in the village. However, Song Chunni, who had severed ties with the old man, stayed at the mourning hall the entire time.

It's hard to say who's right and who's wrong in this situation.

Song Chunni came to keep vigil alone, without her two children. For a moment, no one could understand what she meant. Had they made up or not?

Old Master Song was anxious. If Song Feng didn't come, how would he explain it to the old man? Chunni did come, and she came voluntarily, so that should be alright, right?

Just as he was comforting himself, Song Lao Er pulled him to a corner and said, "Brother, none of Lao San's family came. Why don't we go and beg them? They don't need to keep vigil, just come and offer incense."

"Forget it, if they don't want to come, they don't want to come. I'll just tell Dad later. They've all said they've forgiven him. Chunni is here, isn't she? She's here on behalf of Song Feng too."

Song Lao Er was extremely worried. "Is this really okay? Father, please, don't cause any more trouble. Just leave like this."

Things happened so suddenly. The coffin was bought in town at the last minute, but the sarcophagus had been available for a long time.

The cemetery already exists, right next to my mother's grave, and not far from Song Laosan's grave.

Watching the old man being carried into the coffin, the two brothers breathed a sigh of relief. Their father was gone; he was easier to appease than if he were alive.