The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"Mother, such a nice house, look at all those people serving us, could they be my sister-in-law?"

"How could it be her? She's just destined to be poor! You must apologize to the important person later and say that we mistook her for someone else. We hope the important person won't hold it against us."

Well, even though they weren't from the main village, their visit still broadened their horizons, and they can brag about it for the rest of their lives when they get back to the village.

Who in the village has ever been inside the grand courtyard of a wealthy family?

"Please come in!"

Everyone stepped into a luxuriously decorated hall. All the furniture inside was carved from mahogany. They didn't recognize the specific type of wood, but they noticed that it was different from the furniture in their homes, and it had a faint woody fragrance.

Several maids carried in a tea tray, tiptoed in, respectfully placed the tea on the table, and then stepped aside.

"Mother, are these teacups all made of gold?" the eldest daughter-in-law couldn't help but ask in a low voice, her eyes fixed on the tea set on the table.

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense!" The old woman quickly tugged at her sleeve, her face full of awkward smiles, afraid of offending the important person.

Upon entering the room, they were taken aback by the grandeur inside and didn't dare to look up at the person seated at the head of the table. Even Su Gengsheng seemed somewhat uneasy; they felt out of place.

"You may leave now. Give the order that the guards stand watch at the gate." She knew her family members very well; it would be much safer with someone guarding them.

"Yes."

The old woman looked up and saw three people sitting at the head of the table, one man and two women, dressed in luxurious brocade. She stared at the older one, somewhat dazed. In her memory, her daughter had always been thin as a ghost, timid and weak, with rough skin and dressed in tattered clothes.

"Da...Da Ya?" the old woman called out tremulously, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Father, Mother, it's been a long time." Madam Su clenched her fists, trying her best not to look so nervous. If you listened carefully, her voice was actually trembling a little.

The daughter-in-law said that she needed to be unafraid of the Su family to make things easier. Heaven knows, when she saw her parents and brothers just now, her heart nearly jumped out of her throat. The scenes of abuse she had suffered at their hands since childhood flashed before her eyes. She was forced to relive those memories she had forcibly tried to forget.

"Are you really Da Ya?" The old man stood up excitedly. His eldest daughter hadn't lied to them; she really was his daughter. His daughter had really struck it rich.

The others exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with shock. They never imagined that the "poor girl" they had looked down upon back then would now become a "benefactor."

Everyone looked up at the person seated at the head of the table; the previous reluctance to look them in the eye had vanished. They were family; what was there to be ashamed of?

Is that gold on your head, sister-in-law (or younger sister-in-law)? And what's hanging around your neck that looks like jade?

Good heavens, any piece of jewelry she wears could probably build them a house! The overwhelming wealth left them dizzy and feeling somewhat surreal.

More than anything, there was excitement. Looking at the family's financial situation, the thousand taels they had agreed on on the way seemed a bit insufficient.

"Da Ya, why haven't you come home all these years? Why haven't you contacted us? I heard from your older brother that he came looking for you, and you chased him away?" Once he was sure it was his daughter, Old Man Su put on his fatherly airs and looked at Su Shi with some dissatisfaction.

If he didn't have to beg her for money now, and he would have to rely on her for money in the future, given his old temper, if Madam Su dared to disrespect the Su family, he would have directly raised his fist.