The Transmigrated Farm Girl's Journey to Wealth

"What's wrong, Dad? You still have something to say to me? Go ahead and say it, I'm listening." With that, he plopped down on the small stool again.

Fang Xiaoning sat down next to him.

The people in the room looked at each other in bewilderment. Boss, it's obvious he's here to support his daughter. Do they think they can get away with this today?

Old Fang remained silent for a while before looking up. "Eldest brother, it's like this. Isn't Xiao Ning running a food business now? I heard she's quite busy, and you and your husband are helping her out."

I was thinking, now that it's the off-season for farming, everyone in the family has some free time too. We're all family, there's no need for separate affairs. I'd like your younger brother and sister-in-law to help out as well, so as not to interfere with Ning's business. What do you say, is that alright?"

Fang Xiaoning carefully observed the old man. It was the first time she'd ever realized how much he cared about her. She felt a little overwhelmed and flattered.

Fang Youcai looked at his father, and the old man met his gaze with a loving expression. Fang Youcai, who had never received fatherly love, couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Dad, you're really unlucky. The Song family's business isn't busy right now. His mother doesn't even need to help tomorrow! As for me, I've been helping to carry firewood because I'm worried they won't have enough firewood and Xiao Ning will get cold. I haven't touched any other work. Ask the villagers if I'm chopping firewood every day."

If you're really so kind, that's fine too. How about my second and third sons come with me to chop firewood tomorrow? I'll thank you on behalf of my son-in-law!

Chopping firewood? They have no intention of chopping any firewood. They don't even want to carry firewood from their own homes, let alone help the Song family carry it. Dream on!

The second and third sons looked at their father pleadingly, begging him not to agree. If they fell into his hands, what good would come of it?

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," the old man said, ignoring his son's pleading gaze. "They're few in number and too busy with their business to handle everything. Alright, tomorrow, the second and third sons will come with you to chop firewood. We're all family; helping each other is only right."

"Oh, the old man's gone all out this time, he's definitely up to no good." Fang Youcai's eyes darted around. If they really wanted to go, he had ways to make sure they couldn't last a day.

With him around, they won't be able to see a single thing belonging to the Song family.

Fang Xiaoning frowned. She really didn't want to get involved with the old house, even if it meant she'd benefit from it. Who knew what kind of trouble might arise over those few bundles of firewood? In this world, the hardest thing to repay is a favor, and the hardest thing to sever is family ties. Taking advantage of kinship to do whatever one pleases is what she finds most disgusting.

"Okay, second brother, third brother, I'll come and call you tomorrow."

"Brother, we haven't even stored enough firewood for our own family yet. Our parents are getting old and can't stand the cold."

Father wanted to push his fourth son into a pit of fire, but they weren't stupid. They knew they couldn't rely on their father, so they had to save themselves.

"Yes, eldest brother. Fourth brother is in school, and parents are getting old. Second brother and I take care of everything at home. Once we've chopped enough firewood, I'll go to Ning's place and help her carry firewood."

No, that's great!

Fang Xiaoning found her second and third uncles much more agreeable now. Tsk tsk, the old man's got some terrible teammates; I wonder if he'll have a stroke from anger!

Fang Youcai almost clapped his hands in approval. His two younger brothers were still as stupid as ever!

The old man was so angry he almost grew a few more wrinkles. "Fools! Fools! Don't they know the meaning of 'gradual planning'? Don't they know that once they're associated with the Song family, it'll be hard to shake them off? Don't they know that every time they gather firewood, the whole village will see it, and the Song family will be obligated to do them a favor for life? Don't they know that once they enter the Song family's gates, they can slowly spy on their business?"

Old Master Fang sometimes really couldn't understand it. He and his wife weren't stupid, and their eldest and fourth sons weren't dumb either. So why were their second and third sons like blockheads, with rusty brains that just wouldn't turn a finger?

What exactly went wrong? I thought about how my two sons had such pointed heads at birth—were their brains damaged when they were born?

"No way, our parents are definitely the most important. If you don't burn the fire, my daughter and I will be cursed to death by the whole village."

Mom and Dad, Ning'er is married now. You two don't need to worry about her family anymore; they have elders to look after them. And even if things don't go well, you still have me, her father. Just enjoy your retirement and don't fret too much. Besides, we can't really interfere in the Song family's affairs, can we? Don't you agree?

You don't care about me, so why go to all this trouble to meddle in my daughter's affairs? She's not really considered part of the Fang family anymore; she's from the Song Fang family, and is under their jurisdiction.”

The old man really wanted to shove his pipe into his mouth and shut up, you bastard!