Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 72 - Other Matters_1

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Other Matters_1

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Other Matters_1

Boss Xu advised, “Father, Qian Sangui is not an ordinary peasant, he’s also risked his life carrying goods as an armed escort. If we force him too hard and he becomes desperate, running to the county to file a complaint, it would be difficult to put my nephew in a tight spot, wouldn’t it? Father, please be patient for a few more days, until they lower their guard before we make our move. If we handle this matter successfully, that foolish widow will have no chance to escape.”

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When Yijin returned home and heard about this, even he, who had always been diligent in his studies, couldn’t concentrate anymore. Every so often, he’d pick up an axe for chopping wood and make a round around the base of the wall, even waking up in the middle of the night to listen there.

The next day, Dashan was no longer allowed to leave the yard, but was instead provided with ample food. Seeing it eat more than the entire family combined, it hurt them deeply, but there was nothing they could do.

At this time, Dashan’s importance became evident. As soon as strangers came near the house, it would start barking furiously, and Monkey Brother excitedly joined in with loud shouts. This dog and monkey combination truly bolstered their courage.

The news that Yama Raja Xu had been rejected when he asked for a match at Qian’s third wife’s place spread the next day. Old woman Qian ran to her third son’s house, first scolding Cheng Yue until she hid in her room crying bitterly and didn’t dare to come out, then earnestly pleading with Qian Sangui’s couple. She urged them to quickly marry off this troublemaking foolish daughter-in-law. If not to Yama Raja Xu, then to someone else; the main thing was that she could no longer stay at home and bring disaster upon them.

Qian Sangui still cited Qian Manjiang and Qian Yixiu, insisting on not remarrying Cheng Yue to someone else.

Old woman Qian cried and cursed Qian Sangui, “This old woman has never lived apart from your father at such an old age, and it’s only because I don’t trust Jinwa and your home. What if that Yama Raja Xu becomes like a cornered dog and forcibly comes to your house? Will you still allow Jinwa to live with dignity? Will you still allow Auntie Xia and Yixiu to marry? You actually defy your mother for a fool’s sake, not caring about the whole family. Such an unfilial son, I was wrong to dote on you all these years.”

These words were quite harsh.

Qian Sangui and Lady Wu cried and knelt down, and Qian Manxia also knelt down and cried, begging her.

During their argument, Yixiu ran back to the left wing room and took out the purse with the small silver ingots from the big red cabinet.

She ran to Old woman Qian, kneeling before her and crying, “Great-grandma, please don’t scold my grandpa and grandma anymore. My mother is my father’s wife, my brother’s and my mother. We have lived together all these years; how could they bear to marry my mother off to suffer? Besides, now we have both Dashan and Monkey Brother at home. If outsiders come, they will surely be bitten to death by them.” Then, pooring several small silver ingots from the purse into her hand, she said, “This money was earned by Yixiu. Yixiu doesn’t only know how to make money, but has also become associated with a family of great status. This money was given to Grandma by Old Lady Zhang from Baohe Hall to bring back to Yixiu, and she even invited Yixiu to visit their residence. Yama Raja Xu’s relatives are just catchpoles at the County Government Office, while Old Master Zhang is on good terms with the Master County Magistrate and many officials, and frequently provides treatment to nobility from the capital and province. If anything happens, Yixiu will go ask Old Lady Zhang for help, she will surely stand by us.”

Old woman Qian cried and scolded, “As a country bumpkin girl, you think you can have a relationship with Baohe Hall? They give you a needle and you think you’ve received a baton, go to the side and stay out of this.”

Qian Manxia cried, “Grandma, what Yixiu said is true. Old Lady Zhang really likes Yixiu, she gave her reward money, fabric, and food, even holding Yixiu’s hand, inviting her to visit their residence. When my father went to the county to seek medical treatment, Old Master Zhang didn’t even charge a consultation fee…”

Old woman Qian had heard bits and pieces of these matters before, and she thought it was because Yixiu had found some alcohol for a family and that’s why they had rewarded her; now, it seemed like Old Lady Zhang truly liked Yixiu. If the third household had Old Master Zhang’s support, they might not need to fear Yama Raja Xu.

Seeing Old woman Qian’s skepticism, Yixiu generously gave her a silver ingot. It was the first time in her long life that Old woman Qian had touched something only the wealthy owned, and she was curious for a while. Seeing that she liked it, Qian Sangui asked Lady Wu to give her another, but she refused, saying, “These are silver, you should keep them and use them slowly.”

Fearing trouble for her son’s family, after lunch, she stayed there and didn’t leave all afternoon.

The eldest and second branches had also sent Qian Manchuan and Qian Manhe to the third wife’s place a couple of times to see if there was anything going on.

After school, Qian Yijin came back and persuaded Old woman Qian for a while before she finally gave up the idea of marrying off Cheng Yue.

After dinner, Qian Yijin escorted Old woman Qian back to Qian’s Main Courtyard, and it was Qian Manchuan who accompanied her on the return.

In the evening, Qian Yixiu still insisted on going to Daci Temple to sell grass baskets the next day, also letting Monkey Brother visit Little Monk Hongji. In truth, these two matters were secondary; she had other business to attend to, but it was not convenient to discuss openly. If this matter could be accomplished, they would no longer need to live in fear.

Qian Sangui was afraid something might happen to her and disagreed. Qian Yixiu persuaded him, “Great-grandma had already arranged with Uncle Xie two days earlier; tomorrow we will ride together on his donkey cart to Daci Temple. Auntie Xie and Auntie Die will also be there—we’ll be safe in a group. We can’t just stop living our lives because of Yama Raja Xu’s family, can we? Besides, we’ve got Monkey Brother, and the Monk has said his abilities are as big as his temper.”

Qian Sangui thought about it and agreed; they couldn’t just stop living, after all. He knew his granddaughter had become shrewd and that selling more baskets for cash would certainly be good. They couldn’t continue living in constant fear. He reminded them to stick with their fellow villagers and not to go off on their own, among other things.

The next day, Qian Yixiu put on her new clothes: a cross-collar peach short jacket and a floor-length peach skirt, with the collar, cuffs, and hem edged with the scrap fabric Lady Wu bought in a post-rain clear-sky colored floral pattern.

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Her hair had grown longer, and her little aunt had combed it into a small bun, which despite looking as tiny as a corn stalk, was certainly better than the tufts she had before. She tied it with a peach-colored ribbon, which, being a bit long, hung down below her ears.

On her feet, she wore a pair of small canvas sandals with braided straw soles, her own invention. A few days earlier, she had asked Qian Sangui to make a pair of straw soles, and then had Lady Wu sew three cloth straps onto the soles in the style of modern sandals, thus her original canvas sandals were born.

Qian Sangui liked them so much he made two more pairs for himself and Qian Yijin, having Lady Wu add some cloth straps. Seeing this, Qian Yixiu asked him to make two more pairs, which she planned to give to Little Monk Hongji.

With this outfit, the little loli looked incredibly cute.

Her young mother couldn’t suppress her admiration and kept saying, “Yixiu, you look so pretty.” Pausing for a moment, she added, “It was I who gave birth to such a pretty girl like Yixiu.”

The young mother had now also learned to be smart, understanding that she was looked down upon for being useless, so she often engaged in self-praise and praise for others.

Qian Yixiu laughed and replied, “Of course, if my mother is pretty, then I must be pretty too.”

The conversation made the whole family laugh. It was the only time in days that their laughter had been heartfelt.

Actually, Qian Yixiu privately thought her bright red attire made her look like a sweet potato flower; she would have preferred a peach-colored dress with a lighter skirt. But with the family’s circumstances, this was already very, very good.