Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 28 - Sunny Day_1

Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Sunny Day_1

Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Sunny Day_1

Qian Yixiu had been lying in bed for over half a month, drinking many bitter medicinal soups. When she occasionally got up to move, she could only walk slowly within the confines of the small room.

In the past dozen or so days, a continuous spring rain had fallen outside, and the temperature had also suddenly dropped a bit. Lady Wu, fearing that the draft would worsen her daughter’s condition, didn’t allow her to leave the room, and even kept the door of the room tightly closed. Normally, it was Qian Manxia who would bring in meals for the two of them to eat, and they also had to attend to physiological needs within the room.

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However, the smell in the room was truly unpleasant.

The former owner of the body almost wet the bed every day, and the family did not have any extra beddings to change with. They would air out the bedding during the day, and then bring it back in to continue using at night. If it rained, they had to light a fire to dry it. All these days, the urine stench had been so overwhelming that Qian Yixiu felt like vomiting. In the first few days after arriving, she could hardly sleep well, but gradually, things got a bit better.

There was a benefit to not sleeping well, which was that as soon as she thought about needing to urinate, she would get up to take care of it. Initially, she would wake up three or four times a night, but gradually the frequency decreased, and now she only woke up once a day. Bedwetting was not only due to the former owner’s slow reactions but also related to poor health.

Over these days, she had spent every day affectionately with her beautiful mother. Her mother held her thin, small hand without any attempt to conceal, confessing affection time and again, and she responded even more passionately.

“Xiu’er, does it still hurt? Mother will never take you out again, Mother can’t bear to be apart from Xiu’er, Mother loves Xiu’er, loves Jinwa… also loves Brother Jiang…”

“Mother, Xiu’er is not in pain anymore, Xiu’er also can’t bear to be apart from Mother, Xiu’er really loves beautiful Mother, also loves Brother, loves Father…”

Listening to this, the little boy on the side couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

That afternoon, Doctor Xie braved the rain again to check on mother’s injuries, changed the dressing, and said she only needed to take a few more doses of the medicinal soup, and afterward, she could just recuperate slowly. Meanwhile, Qian Yixiu was no longer in serious condition, and she could go outside.

Starting from the evening, the persistent drizzle that had not stopped finally came to an end.

Tomorrow, it will surely be a sunny day!

Qian Yixiu was so excited that she did not sleep well at night, having hidden in dark corners for nearly seven years, and finally, she would be able to bask in the sunshine tomorrow.

Barely waiting for dawn when the birds began to chirp and the sound of Lady Wu going to the kitchen could be heard, she sat up, crawled over her mother who was sleeping in the middle, and then over Qian Yijin who was on the outside edge of the bed to get down.

Originally, it was Cheng Yue who slept on the outside, Qian Yijin in the middle, and Qian Yixiu on the inside. After the incident, Qian Yijin had strongly insisted on sleeping on the outside to protect her mother and sister.

Qian Yixiu picked up the clothes on the stool and put them on. The coarse clothes had been washed to the point of bleaching white, patched with many different pieces. This was something Qian Yijin had outgrown, then altered for her to wear.

Poor child, having grown so big without ever wearing a new dress, and not even getting the chance to eat the once-a-year egg before kicking the bucket. May you find great success in your next life, wearing luxury goods every day, and dining fine every meal.

After Qian Yixiu finished muttering to herself, she went to open the door, and a cool breeze hit her face, making her shiver with cold. The ground was still wet, filled with little puddles. She walked around the puddles to the middle of the courtyard, where the morning wind, moist and cool, felt incredibly comforting on her face. She took several deep breaths, inhaling the moist air rich with the scents of flowers, grass, and leaves — utter contentment.

She faced the east, gazing intently at the long-missed red sun. The big fireball only revealed half its face, hanging above the rooftops of the village homes. Although it did not have much warmth at that moment, she felt an unusual warmth. After blowing several kisses to the red sun, she shouted, “Sun, I love you,” her clear voice startling the birds into flight from the trees.

From the kitchen came Lady Wu’s scolding voice, “You’re acting crazy as soon as you’re better, don’t disturb your grandpa.”

Qian Manxia, who had just entered the kitchen to help, said, “Ever since Yixiu got hurt, her disposition has become much brighter, and she’s grown more clever.” She then stuck her head out of the kitchen door and said, “The morning breeze is cool, hurry back inside. Once your little aunt is done cleaning up, she will come inside to help you comb your hair.”

Qian Yixiu said to her little aunt with a smile, “Auntie, keep doing your thing, don’t mind Yixiu. Yixiu will comb her own hair, and she can even comb Brother’s and Mother’s hair.” Having said that, she went back to the room.

Qian Manxia laughed and said, “Look at how capable you are. If I really don’t have to worry about you kids anymore, that would save me a lot of trouble,” her tone completely that of an adult.

Back in her room, Qian Yixiu struggled in front of the mirror for a long time but still couldn’t manage to comb her hair properly. The main issue was the lack of rubber bands in this era; trying to tie her hair on top of her head with little cloth strips was quite difficult, and her little hands weren’t quite coordinated yet. After struggling for a while, she broke out into a sweat and had to give up.

“Yixiu?”

Qian Yixiu turned her head and saw that her little mother had already sat up, staring at her with dazed and cute eyes. She walked over, picked up Cheng Yue’s clothes, and said, “From today on, Yixiu will help Mother get dressed. Mother must be good and listen, okay?”

Cheng Yue’s left arm was slung across her chest and couldn’t move, only her right arm had to be slipped into the sleeve, then the dress ties could be fastened. Even though she wore a white dress that had turned dull and was patched, it still looked beautiful on her. Qian Yixiu did not know how to comb ancient women’s hairstyles, not to mention the white bandage that was still wrapped around her head. Instead, Qian Yixiu used a cloth to loosely gather her hair at the back, and this hairstyle made her look even more languid and elegant.

The efficiently tidied up Cheng Yue sat at the edge of the bed, looking out the window. The morning light streamed through the small window, illuminating her face and making her complexion look paler, her pupils darker and larger. Her gaze was unfocused, vacant, as if she was looking at something others could not see. She sat motionless, blooming quietly in the morning light like a white lotus.

This kind of temperament could not be cultivated in a humble family. Qian Yixiu was still somewhat curious about her little mother’s stature and thought about slowly enlightening her in the future to see if she could recall anything.

Then, she proposed to comb her little brother’s hair, who was already dressed. Boys under seven years old during this era had several common hairstyles, all of them quite distinctive. They had to wait until they were over seven to grow their hair out and tie it into a topknot. Qian Yeejin’s hairstyle was one where only a tuft of hair was left in the middle, with the rest shaved clean. All that was needed for combing was to tie up that tuft of hair with a band.

Qian Yeejin was reluctant, grumbling, “Brother doesn’t know how to comb hair, how could Sister?”

Qian Yixiu retorted, “Doesn’t Brother know men and women have different roles? Usually, it’s Grandmother and Auntie combing Grandfather’s hair, when have you seen Grandfather comb Grandmother’s and Auntie’s hair?”

Unable to argue with her, Qian Yeejin let her do as she wished. Her coordination wasn’t good, and after many failed attempts and promising this was the last time, she finally managed to give the little fella a “standing hair.” His hair was hard and black, like a little steel tube shooting straight into the sky, quite characteristic.

The well-behaved child was just adorable, and Qian Yixiu really wanted to give him a kiss. In fact, she wanted to kiss her beautiful little mother even more. But fearing she might scare the people of ancient times, she restrained herself.

Instead, she pinched his face with her hand. Qian Yeejin was taken aback for a moment and then, with distinctive character, went out to practice horse stance. Ever since Cheng Yue and Qian Yixiu were injured, he had become noticeably less talkative, wearing a worried expression all day and remaining gloomy no matter how Qian Yixiu tried to cheer him up. Moreover, he practiced martial arts in the yard as Qian Sangui had originally taught him, and if it rained, he practiced under the eave.

Qian Manxia, who came in to tidy up the mother and children, was astounded and couldn’t help but smile with curved eyes and brows, “This really is a blessing in disguise; Yixiu’s gotten so much more capable after recovering from her illness. Not only has she stopped wetting the bed, but she’s also dressing Mother and combing Brother’s hair.”

Qian Yixiu coyly chuckled at her.

Because Qian Yixiu’s hair was short and couldn’t be pulled up into a bun, she could only tie it into little tufts. Because her hair was yellow, fine, and soft, instead of having a tuft like Qian Yeejin’s standing hair, her hair splayed outwards before drooping down, resembling two blooming little chrysanthemums. After admiring herself in the mirror for a long time, she felt incredibly beautiful. Although her face couldn’t compare to her stunningly beautiful little mother, it was still extremely lovely and charming. Thinking about herself with this face, she could no longer foolishly wait for a man who didn’t love her as she had done for twenty years in her previous life.

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