Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 185 - 184 Ladys Temper

Chapter 185: Chapter 184 Lady’s Temper

Chapter 185 -184 Lady’s Temper

“Jun’er, come… come sit here with mother.”

Mrs. Meng’s gentle smile beckoned to her daughter.

“Mother, are the fruits delicious?” Meng Zhaojun was reluctant to admit that the Ye family’s fruits were tasty, for she knew all along that fruits grown with Space Water couldn’t be anything but delicious.

It was foolish not to eat when it was free, especially since eating such fruits was good for health; she also wished her family could enjoy good health and savor these days blessed with the love and presence of parents.

Meng Zhaojun came to sit beside her mother, as Liang Chen and Mei Jing peeled fruit for her.

Glancing at the hourglass, she realized it wasn’t mealtime yet, so she would have to make do with fruit to stave off her hunger for now.

The mother and daughter were enjoying the fruit, with maids helping them peel it.

Just then, someone entered the living room; Meng Ruixiang came in, and all eyes turned to him.

Meng Ruixiang approached his mother with great courtesy, performing the proper greeting before sitting down on a stool to the side.

“Mother, sister.”

Meng Zhaojun merely looked up at her brother as he entered, then averted her face without looking at him again.

She was still angry with her brother, of course, and had not forgiven him.

“Ruixiang, how was everything at our estate today?”

Mrs. Meng had already been informed about the day’s events in the afternoon and knew that the people from the Ye family had been very hospitable, hosting them for a meal.

As for why the young lady was angered afterward, those who dined in the courtyard were unaware.

Mrs. Meng didn’t dwell on it, knowing her daughter’s strength; if something truly angered her, it wouldn’t happen often, and it might be Tang Shunyan who irritated her.

She reasoned that ordinary citizens wouldn’t dare disrespect her precious daughter.

“Quite good, our estate’s fields of rice are doing very well, though the hills haven’t been planted yet.”

Meng Ruixiang, though a bookworm who never spoke ill of others in public or private, and despite calling out his sister to her face earlier—while she was still upset with him—he would not bad-mouth her in the presence of their mother.

His mother’s inquiry surely meant she was unaware, which meant the sister hadn’t spoken ill of him either.

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“Hmm, let’s wait for your father’s matters to settle down!”

Mrs. Meng didn’t want to expend too much effort on the remote and rugged mountain regions, knowing that as long as they led the effort, her husband’s achievements would show, and all their hard work would not be in vain.

Meng Zhaojun remained silent; compared to the bustling environment and superior products of the Capital City, she certainly preferred it over the small county they were currently in.

Meng Ruixiang nodded; he too wanted his parents to return to the Capital City so he could enter a better academy.

As mealtime approached, a report came that the County Magistrate was dining outside due to a prior engagement.

Mrs. Meng was used to this routine, where her husband had social obligations, and the rest of them—mother, son, and in-laws—dined together.

She instructed the maid to invite the Old Master and Old Lady, then asked another maid to prepare the meal.

The Meng family dinner table that evening featured fresh vegetables and fruits brought back from the Ye Manor.

The cook also prepared dishes and pastries made with longan, passion fruit, and pineapple, and melon soup with pork.

Pineapple chicken, a tasty and unique dish, used chicken bought from the Ye estate; duck too was stewed with particular ingredients. Desserts after the meal, made with longan, were indeed delicious.

The Meng family enjoyed the meal heartily and contentedly, with Old Mr. Meng and Old Lady Meng clutching their bellies.

Old Mrs. Meng couldn’t help but say, “The fresh fruits picked and the chicken and duck that have been bought, their flavors are truly incomparable.”

“I feel like I’ve gotten a bit fatter lately, I don’t want to eat meals in the summer, but I can eat the fruits and vegetables from Ye’s estate, and the meats bought from there. They really do allow me to eat well and live comfortably this summer.”

The Old Master, in his reflection, had also worked as a farmer. The vegetables he grew were not as delicious, and he did not have the heart to eat the chickens and ducks he raised, only to sell them to fund his son’s education.

In those times he was indeed very frugal, saving up eggs for his son to eat. All the hardships were worth it when his son succeeded. It’s just that in their old age, they are enjoying the delicacies and wealth they didn’t have in their youth.

Mrs. Meng, hearing the words of the elderly, merely smiled. She didn’t have much fondness for this old couple, yet she respected them greatly, all for the sake of her husband’s face.

Meng Zhaojun remained silent, not speaking out. While her family praised the delicacies from Ye’s estate, she wanted to argue, but couldn’t muster a single word of rebuttal.

She didn’t want to let her anger affect her appetite and make herself suffer unnecessarily.

After eating his fill, Meng Ruixiang excused himself to read, intending not to fall behind his father’s diligent academic achievements.

Meng Zhaojun didn’t speak a word to her brother throughout the meal, and after he left, she retired to her room with her maid.

The nights of summer were somewhat hot, and as darkness fell, mosquitoes buzzed about.

Meng Zhaojun’s courtyard used a device to keep out mosquitoes, one she had devised by imitating mosquito nets from a previous life. She had started working on it as soon as she was big enough to speak and manage the task.

With such mosquito nets installed at home, indeed there were fewer mosquitoes in the rooms.

Mrs. Meng even turned this mosquito net into a business venture, claiming it as their family’s original creation.

Of course, the workers’ quarters were also fitted with mosquito nets, complemented by ancient methods of repelling mosquitoes.

Meng Zhaojun hadn’t done her homework during her outing that day. The assignments given by the master yesterday would have to be completed tonight.

First was painting, capturing Tang Shunyan’s likeness from today, and adding a poem to it; she hadn’t even waited for the ink to dry before feeling pressed for time.

Last was playing the zither. The music contained hints of sorrow and anger.

She played “High Mountains and Running Water,” the melody alternating between lively and melancholic, venting the day’s emotions through the strings.

The needlework would be impossible to do in the evening, since it was harmful to the eyes. Now, as she played the zither, she felt it was getting late.

Yet she didn’t consider that her family might have already gone to sleep, indulging in releasing her own emotions.

County Magistrate Meng had returned from his social engagements, freshened up, and then drank the sobering tea Mrs. Meng had someone brew for him.

Listening to the sound of the zither music coming from a nearby courtyard, County Magistrate Meng, being a refined man, in his youth had only focused on studying for examinations. After meeting Madam, he began learning various musical instruments as well.

This was to prove himself worthy of Madam, not to let her family or herself think him merely a bookworm or a brute.

Keeping pace with the times, this was his awareness of striving for strength and a better life.

“Jun’er, you should have been happy going out to play today. What happened?”

“Don’t mind her, she’s just a pampered lady with a temper. It’s definitely not someone else’s fault. The son hasn’t spoken about it, and the daughter hasn’t complained, so it must be a small grievance.”

Mrs. Meng’s words were met with a nod from the father. Although a daughter should be pampered, the mature and stable son is a bit more sensible than the daughter.

This past year, the daughter had caused quite a few problems, and he had to fill in many holes for her.

The daughter was not an easy child; who would cause her grievances? It’s surely just her temper acting up again, and she’d be fine after cooling down.

Mrs. Meng sighed. The daughter still needed gradual guidance, to become the kind of daughter others envied. Being too intelligent, however, was also a headache.