Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

The old housekeeper explained the situation; it wasn't about summoning the midwife for a childbirth, but to inquire about an event from over thirty years ago.

"Over thirty years ago? I don't remember!"

No sooner had the midwife finished speaking than she attempted to shut the door, her conscience guilty. She recalled accepting money from someone back then and had since taken money from that person again, all to keep the secret undisclosed.

"Wait a moment, sister!"

With a glance, the old housekeeper signaled the guard to stop the midwife.

"What do you want to do? The old woman already said she doesn't remember!"

The midwife's panicked expression made it clear that she found these two burly men beside her—a fellow elder—intimidating!

Again out of guilt, having accepted money years ago and agreed not to divulge the secret to anyone, she had kept it for over thirty years.

She thought she would take the secret to her grave since no one had investigated it for so many decades.

The old housekeeper gave a look to the guards—two strong men like him—each grabbing an arm of the elderly woman and pushing open the gate to bring her into the house inside.

The old housekeeper followed, and casually closed the door.

"What are you doing? This is breaking and entering; you could go to jail for this!"

The guards ignored the old woman's cries. The alley was a bit secluded, and someone poking their head out upon hearing her shouts saw that there were not many people outside; the voice came from the midwife's house.

These people remembered the incident years ago when the midwife's son was beaten to death and she had her leg injured.

Who would dare to help?

Wasn't that courting death?

Over the years, neighbors had not interacted with the midwife's family and told their children not to play with her grandson either.

Now they speculated whether the grandson was into gambling, causing someone to come collecting debts again!

The hooligans were brutal; no one dared to intervene!

"Sister, you're really not being fair. Did you get beaten up back then for keeping that secret?"

"No, my beating wasn't because of that!"

"Oh, so there was another matter?"

"No, really, there wasn't!" the midwife, guessing she might have slipped, covered her mouth with the hand the guard had released.

"Sister, just tell the truth, and we won't go to the authorities. But if you don't tell the truth, I will accuse you of swapping babies!"

"You you you... What does swapping babies have to do with me? I was just a midwife!"

The midwife, afraid because of her guilty conscience, knew she could keep the secret as long as no one investigated, but if they were really going to forcefully accuse her, she might seriously be in trouble—failing to report what she knew, or being in collusion for having accepted someone else's money.

"Humph, if you don't tell the truth, you better prepare for jail!"

The palpable menace in the old housekeeper's threat caused the midwife to tremble all over, her lips quivering. She struggled to utter a word, her eyes filled with terror.

The midwife also feared death, fearing the most that she would enter jail and be beaten to death or convicted and exiled.

"Sister, not just for your own sake but for your family's as well—you wouldn't want your family to be implicated, would you?"

Upon hearing the old housekeeper's threat, the midwife responded, "What does this have to do with my grandson? He wasn't even born at that time."

"Oh, how old is your grandson now?"

"My brother is in his twenties now; he wasn't born yet at that time!"

"Don't you have any other family? Your grandson isn't married yet, is he unmarried? Bad deeds lead to retribution, you know!"

The old housekeeper, proficient in psychological tactics, coerced the elderly woman into telling the truth.

"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with me, I didn't do it!"

The midwife, perhaps a bit superstitious, felt somewhat reassured by the old housekeeper's words and insisted that she had nothing to do with it.

"Just tell me about what happened back then, and I will let you go; if you hide anything, you can expect to be jailed!"

The midwife bit her lip, still refusing to speak. The incident had happened so long ago, and threats had come in previous years. In recent years, as the other party had become wealthier, the threats had become more frequent.

The old housekeeper was anxious but knew that she must have been warned.

Otherwise, this old woman wouldn't be so terrified, unwilling to speak about the past even under the threat of imprisonment.

He considered whether to try another approach.

"Old sister, the lady who stayed in the inn that year, what was the sex of her baby? And the other woman who gave birth, what was the sex of her baby?"

"One male baby, one female baby!"

The midwife thought that this answer should suffice for him to understand.

After hearing her answer, the old housekeeper finally understood. He had intentionally asked about the two cases separately; if her answer matched his understanding, the concubine had given birth to the boy, not the Lady that had been brought back.

It appeared that someone had switched the concubine's child with the other woman's, further investigation into their identities was required.

"If anyone asks in the future, don't say you know, okay?"

"Mm-hmm"

The midwife nodded vigorously as she watched the intimidating figure and two robust men leave the house. She closed the door fearfully afterward.

From then on, if anyone knocked except for her grandson, she wouldn't open the door. Strangers were too scary!

The old housekeeper took a guard and found a teacher skilled in drawing, then went to the inn to meet the shopkeeper's father-in-law; they had him draw a likeness of the female guest from 30 years ago.

No sooner had the midwife shut the door than "thud, thud, thud," her door was knocked on again.

The midwife, too scared to open the door, didn't expect that someone would jump over the wall; a man wearing a hood masking his face entered.

"You... who are you?"

"The person who wants to kill you!"

"Don't kill me, it has nothing to do with me!"

The midwife fell to the ground in fright.

Meanwhile, the old housekeeper, while investigating, was unaware that someone was shadowing him.

More than one group was involved; after he left the inn and visited the midwife, he invited a teacher back to the inn to converse with the shopkeeper's father-in-law, who then drew a portrait based on their description.

When the old housekeeper obtained the portrait, the people who came to the inn to investigate, the people who went to the midwife's, it scared the shopkeeper, his father-in-law, and the midwife considerably!

Terror-stricken, they confessed everything they knew. Fortunately, they were not harmed; the people were merely gathering information, causing panic time and again.

The shopkeeper felt slightly better having done nothing guilty; however, the midwife became ill from shock when her grandson discovered her condition upon his return.

He carried his grandmother to seek treatment, but unfortunately, they lacked enough Silver, and the doctor said it was a serious illness that could not be cured?

In the end, the grandmother developed dementia and became paralyzed from the waist down.

The grandson couldn't understand how his grandmother, who had been fine in the morning, could have suddenly fallen ill.

They weren't friendly with the neighbors, who did not inform the grandchild about the visitors during that time.

The old housekeeper also did not know that he was being followed while he was on the case.

Looking at the portrait the teacher had drawn, the person resembled the young Master, much like the Old Master, which puzzled him even more.