Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 43 - Contract_1
Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Contract_1
Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Contract_1
This little maid also looked down upon Qian Yixiu, thinking she was too crafty for her young age, and after receiving a reward she still didn’t leave, insisting on fussing over this dying plant. But disdain as she might, she didn’t dare not fetch the tool, for the old lady had given her orders, and she couldn’t make things difficult for her. She humphed a few times in reluctance before bringing over a small trowel, not handing it to the outstretched hand of Qian Yixiu, but rather throwing it onto the ground.
Of course, Qian Yixiu didn’t stoop to the little maid’s level. She picked up the trowel and started digging.
A few old women pushed a cart over, taking the other potted plants and flowers out.
At this moment, Lady Wu was led here by a servant. She had been waiting outside for quite a while and hadn’t seen them come out, so she became anxious and knocked on the side door. When the gatekeeper granny came to the garden to ask for instructions, she happened to run into Zhang Zhongkun who was heading to the Moon-viewing Pavilion, and he let the granny bring Lady Wu directly to the backyard garden.
Lady Wu saw her daughter standing there with red eyes, and her granddaughter squatting down, tending to the soil in the large flower pot. She exclaimed in shock, “Yixiu, how can you make trouble in the house of nobility? Stop it at once.”
Qian Yixiu looked up and smiled, “Granny, don’t panic, I am treating the plant’s illness.”
Qian Manxia explained the situation to Lady Wu, who also became fearful and squatted down to pull Qian Yixiu’s hand. Qian Yixiu dodged her hand, saying, “Granny, don’t pull at it haphazardly, if the flower dies, we would truly offend the nobility.”
Lady Wu then dared not make any more moves.
Qian Yixiu gently shoveled the soil, her small hands ceaselessly digging. Suddenly, she put down the trowel and with her hands brushed aside the dirt a few times before carefully digging with the trowel once again, and then she took out a small jar. Although the jar was covered in soil, one could still see that it was white with blue patterns, quite exquisite; the lid was larger than the mouth, and it had been sealed tightly with wax.
She was ecstatic, feeling like her heart might just leap out. It was truly a stroke of divine assistance, for if she had been a moment later, the Jin Qianrong would have been thrown away. If there really were deeds inside, that Old Great-grandpa Zhang, that ghost, must have been out of his wits.
Yet, she feigned an innocent and baffled expression, “Eh, what’s this?” she said, and then pretended that she was going to open the jar.
The old woman beside her was extremely surprised, and seeing that the small jar was very delicate, it didn’t look like something that belonged to a servant. She hurriedly said, “Don’t fiddle with it, I’ll take it to the lady to have a look.”
When Qian Yixiu and the others were arranged to eat in a room, Zhang Zhongkun was with the old lady and Lady Song, looking at the contents of the jar. Zhang Zhongkun was overjoyed, while the old lady alternated between crying and scolding.
In the jar was an oil-paper wrapped package layered several times, inside which were the very deeds that Zhang Zhongkun had been searching for so long, and they had started to mildew.
“If we had waited any longer, these deeds would have been worthless even if found,” Zhang Zhongkun said, holding the deeds.
Lady Song added, “How could we have waited any longer? If it wasn’t for the child’s stubborn refusal to leave without a reward for treating the plant, this thing would have already been thrown out.”
On hearing this, everyone felt a shudder of frightened relief.
This Jin Qianrong plant was planted by Zhang Zhongkun’s Ghost Daddy, and although it didn’t grow well, both the old lady and Zhang Zhongkun had refrained from throwing it away. That ghost did nothing and knew nothing, it seemed that in the mansion only this potted plant was tended to by his own hands. Although the old lady hated him deeply, since he was dead, she kept this potted plant as a keepsake. Little did she know that after two years, the plant was nearly dying. After asking for her husband’s opinion, Lady Song thought of throwing it away, not knowing that it actually concealed this thing inside.
Who in their right mind would hide papers in a flowerpot? Even if stored inside a jar, it wasn’t safe. What if it got wet?
In another room, the table was set with four types of vegetables and a meatball soup; among the dishes, there was also a large slice of Mei Cai Kou Rou (steamed pork belly with preserved mustard greens).
Qian Yixiu had walked, sang, and performed, and now her stomach growled with hunger. She didn’t stand on ceremony nor care for eating manners, and she devoured her meal ravenously.
Lady Wu kept reminding her from the side, “Slow down, don’t burn yourself.”
Qian Yixiu murmured a couple of hums without lifting her head and continued stuffing her mouth. She dared not look up; she was nearly in tears. In her past life, she would never have dreamt that one day, a few ordinary meat dishes could excite her to such an extent.
Seven years, almost seven years since she’d tasted anything like this—how could she not be thrilled?
The three of them ate like a whirlwind, leaving no morsel behind on the table.
After the meal, Ah Zhu, accompanied by a maid, brought over a few items. She said with a smile, “This jar is an aged wine that old great-grandma Zhang had buried years ago, and had actually forgotten about. Yixiu inadvertently helped her find it, and old great-grandma Zhang was very pleased, saying ‘thank you, Yixiu.’
She passed two pouches and a small embroidered box to Qian Yixiu, and said, “There are five small silver ingots in this pouch, which is the money from selling Auntie Wu’s flowers. Since old great-grandma Zhang bought all the flowers, this pouch is the silver she is rewarding you with, hoping Yixiu can eat better and become healthier. Inside this embroidered box are two pieces of jewelry for Yixiu to wear for fun. Old great-grandma also said that if you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to the mansion for help, and she will certainly assist.”
Instead of giving these items directly to Lady Wu, they were given to Qian Yixiu to pass on to Lady Wu.
She then produced ten packets of medicine and five plasters, “These ten packs of medicinal herbs are a tonic prescribed by old master Zhang for Uncle Qian, advising him to take them and that they will greatly benefit his health. Once the medicine is finished, Uncle Qian should personally go to Baohe Hall, and after our old master diagnoses him, he can prescribe more medicine. These five plasters are for Yixiu’s mother to apply on her arms.”
Next, she brought out a bolt of peach-pink fine cotton cloth and a bolt of bright green fine cotton cloth, plus two packages of pastries and two packages of candy, saying, “These are Lady Song’s rewards for you to make some decent clothes.”
Each time Ah Zhu said something, Qian Yixiu would thank her, and Lady Wu would chant ‘Amitabha.’
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Qian Yixiu couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly; her ‘drake’s voice’ interference hadn’t turned her into Grandma Liu, but Lady Wu had ended up playing that role.
As she handed one of the pouches to Lady Wu, she estimated its weight; the heavy one probably contained dozens of taels of silver—they had truly struck it rich. These gifts were nice, but the most important thing was old great-grandma Zhang’s last remark. With that statement, many issues could be more easily addressed. Not to mention old master Zhang’s words—her grandfather would need to seek him out, and her mother, too.
Their first victory was a success, and the female protagonist’s good luck truly couldn’t be stopped. Although the first pot of gold she earned may not be as much as other transmigrating women, it was already quite an achievement for a little lass with thin arms and legs.
Finally, Ah Zhu handed over a small bundle to Qian Manxia, with a smile, “These are a few of my old clothes. With a little alteration, they should fit the little sister. I hope you won’t disdain them.”
Qian Manxia blushed and said, “Thank you, sister.”
No sooner had the group stepped out of the side gate than Qian Yixiu scrambled onto Lady Wu’s back and said, “Nanny, I’m so tired.”
Singing and crying for such a long time had severely drained her strength—her legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.
Seeing how utterly exhausted her granddaughter was, Lady Wu set down her basket, took out the cloth from inside, placed it in the basket, and then carried Qian Yixiu on her back.
What Qian Yixiu didn’t know was that her cheeky behavior had been observed by several pairs of eyes from the Moon-viewing Pavilion.
“Look at that child, acting differently behind people’s backs, isn’t she?” Liang Jinzhao said disdainfully.
Zhang Yang laughed, “This girl’s complexion is pale and greenish, she’s short and thin, clearly someone who hasn’t eaten well for a long time, resulting in a frail body. Having gotten tired after a long day, it’s no wonder she’s exhausted. Young Master Liang, you have a noble spirit—why stoop to quibble with a little girl?”
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