Transmigrated into a farmer's lucky charm, all the villains in the family panicked.

Song Xiaolin was someone who learned to grow flowers under Gan Fushun, along with Yun Huaikang.

But gardening requires a calm and focused mind. Song Xiaolin, unfortunately, is the kind of person who can't sit still.

After studying for more than a year, he quit and started tinkering with all sorts of odds and ends, becoming a peddler on the streets.

Business is sometimes good and sometimes bad, barely enough to make ends meet, but I've been doing it for over ten years and have accumulated a few regular customers.

It was during the time he was learning his craft from Gan Fushun that he became friends with Yun Huaikang.

Later, he stopped growing flowers, but the two still kept in touch and would get together for a drink every now and then.

In Yun Huaikang's heart, this was one of the few friends he could talk to.

Later, Song Xiaolin offended someone and was so short of money that he couldn't even afford to eat. So he borrowed ten taels of silver from Yun Huaikang to tide him over, promising to pay it back in a month.

However, a month passed and nothing happened.

When Yun Huaikang went to ask for it, he smiled and said to wait a little longer.

This wait lasted for two years.

From "in a couple of days" to "next month", and from "next month" to "end of the year", the ten taels of silver were dragged out for two years.

Last year, Yun Shengsheng fell seriously ill and was in a hurry to get medicine, which emptied the family's savings.

Having exhausted all other options, Yun Huaikang went to Song Xiaolin again to ask for money.

Song Xiaolin repeated his old saying: he had no money.

He reluctantly went to see his elder brother, Yun Huai'an, but his brother avoided him as if he were a plague.

That was the first time Yun Huaikang felt like a failure as a person.

His own brother wouldn't help him, and even his best friends couldn't be relied upon.

That evening, he went home and, without saying a word, drank a whole jug of cheap liquor until his eyes turned bloodshot. Gan Yuwan asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer. He only felt a lump in his throat that he couldn't spit out or swallow.

From that day on, he harbored a burning anger within him.

He thought, "Song Xiaolin, I treat you as a friend, but you treat me like a sucker."

If you don't pay me back, don't blame me for being heartless.

However, her anger was extinguished by her own little daughter, Yun Sheng.

The young girl said that Song Xiaolin would definitely be able to repay the money by the end of the year, so Yun Huaikang decided to be patient a little longer.

Besides, he now has five hundred taels of silver in hand, and his back is much thicker than before, so he doesn't need ten taels of silver urgently.

So when I met Song Xiaolin today, he didn't press for repayment with red eyes like he did last time.

But I still ask out of habit.

"Huaikang, I'm genuinely a bit short on cash lately, I didn't mean to rip you off..."

Song Xiaolin scratched his head, his smile somewhat forced.

"My mother fell ill a few days ago, and she was very ill. All the money I had painstakingly saved up was used to buy her medicine."

Yun Huaikang glared at him, somewhat disbelieving.

Yun Shengsheng frowned in thought. [Right, today is the day my father killed and buried the body in the original book, right?]

[My father, seeing that he was making excuses to avoid paying back the money again, coaxed him to the back mountain of our house, and then killed him with a single blow of a hammer! Unfortunately, the female lead, Yun Linlin, witnessed it and told Yun Huai'an, who then reported it to the authorities that very night.]

My father has been arrested; the evidence is irrefutable, and he will be executed in the autumn...

The Yun family members all froze in shock.

The air seemed to have been suddenly sucked away, and the silence was so profound that you could hear your own heartbeat.

Actually, Song Xiaolin is having a tough time too.

Yun Shengsheng continued to mutter to herself.

His wife was deaf and mute, so she couldn't offer him any help. He had three sons and a daughter, all depending on him for food. His elderly mother was in poor health and frequently visited the pharmacy.

In the original book, after my father killed him, his wife, heavily pregnant, was still working in the fields, and they both died. His mother was left half-dead, struggling to raise four young children; their lives were... well, you know.

However, to be fair, Song Xiaolin was actually quite shrewd in business. He had previously partnered with someone to transport goods to the Northeast, reselling silk, cloth, and tea from the Central Plains, making very high profits. Unfortunately, in the original book, by the time that person came to him with their share of the profits at the end of the year, he was already completely bankrupt.

"His mother is a reasonable person. Her son died, and she hated my father terribly, but she still gave the ten taels of silver she owed to my second sister. Let's put it another way: your father killed my son, and I hate him. But you're also pitiful; I can't watch you starve to death."

Yun Shengsheng silently gave the old lady a thumbs up in her heart, [A good person indeed.]

Yun Huaitao suddenly asked, "Song Xiaolin, what kind of business have you been doing lately? When will you have any money?"

That's a very direct question, without any beating around the bush.

Song Xiaolin touched his nose, looked around, and seeing that there were no people around, lowered his voice and said, "I know someone who has some connections and can get our Central Plains goods to the border regions. I've put some goods in there, but the transaction cycle is long, and I won't see the money until the end of the year."

"Huaikang, just wait a little longer. I'll definitely get the money back by the end of the year—this time it's for real. If I lie to you again, may I be struck by lightning."

Yun Huaikang remained silent for a while.

"Alright," he nodded. "I'll wait for you until the New Year."

Song Xiaolin felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt completely relieved.

He let out a heavy "Hey!" and laughed so hard that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

As the atmosphere relaxed, everyone's expressions became much better.

Song Xiaolin then noticed that there was another person standing next to him:

A man dressed in a lake-blue brocade robe and wearing a white jade crown, exuding an air of nobility.

He paused, then instinctively asked, "And who is this...?"

Yun Huaikang opened his mouth to speak, but Zhen Linqing had already spoken first with a smile.

"I am his nephew, my name is Zhen Linqing."

Yun Huaikang opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Alright, whatever the young master says goes, he dared not object.

Song Xiaolin didn't think much of it, only that his nephew looked really handsome and was obviously not from an ordinary family.

He nodded with a chuckle: "Oh—nephew! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Zhen Linqing smiled slightly and gestured for them to join her: "Since we're all family, let's go upstairs and have a simple meal together."

So he led the whole family to a private room on the second floor.

Once inside, apart from Zhen Linqing and Yun Shengsheng, everyone else slumped against the chairs like wooden stakes, barely touching the bottoms, holding their chopsticks as if they were gold bars.

Zhen Linqing personally poured wine for Yun Huaikang and Song Xiaolin. After a few drinks, their previous restraint disappeared.

The atmosphere returned to that evening in the Yun family's courtyard, filled with laughter and lively conversation.

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhen Linqing casually asked Song Xiaolin, "Uncle Song, is that route you mentioned earlier—sending our goods from the interior to sell outside the Great Wall—reliable?"