Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 88 - Benben and Tiaotiao_1
Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Benben and Tiaotiao_1
Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Benben and Tiaotiao_1
Lady Wu said, “Although the clothes are made of silk, they are just old ones left over from Old Master Zhang’s servant girls. They are suitable only for young ladies to wear, which is why Auntie Xia gave a set to Auntie Die. Second Sister-in-law should also look in the mirror. Those clothes are bright red and green. Can you really wear them out?”
Qian Ergui came over and scolded Lady Tang, “You’re not working and instead making a fuss about nothing.” He then turned to Lady Wu, “Little sister-in-law, don’t stoop to her level. This woman has always had a foul mouth. You and Third Brother have not had it easy, and just as things are getting a bit better for you, this woman has already become jealous.”
When Lady Wu returned home, she recounted the incident and then sighed, “There’s a saying that goes, ‘Brothers wish for their brothers to be poor, and sisters-in-law wish for their sisters-in-law to be inferior.’ We haven’t done much yet, and all day long they come to ask us if we have some lucrative opportunities that we haven’t shared with them. And now, it’s even escalated to insults. They live in big tile-roofed houses and eat meat, while we live in thatched cottages and swallow vegetable soup. It seems that’s how it ought to be. The moment our life gets a tiny bit better, they become uncomfortable. They constantly remind us how much they helped our family in the beginning, but why don’t they consider that the big house they live in and the paddy fields they cultivate were all earned by the head of the household risking his life as a courier…”
Qian Sangui spoke, “Back then, I risked my life as a courier to make money, hoping to let our parents and my wife and children have a good life. But now, our parents’ life isn’t good, and yours is even harder. I am powerless and have let our parents and you all suffer so much… Actually, Big Brother and Second Brother are not that foolish; the two sisters-in-law can say what they want. How could we not have told them ways to make money? They have been earning silver from selling Xia Grass until now.” His voice lowered, “Our family has this silver thanks to the kids’ cleverness, Monkey Brother’s smartness, and even more so, our luck. This kind of luck doesn’t come once in a lifetime, what do you say?”
Lady Wu hesitated, “The younger generations are not bad, maybe— should Auntie Xia give another set of clothes to the Wife of Manhe?”
Qian Sangui said, “Don’t send it! Auntie Xia has received just a few sets of second-hand clothes, and that’s enough for these people to get jealous and start insulting? Humph, even if we gave everything away, they still wouldn’t say a single good word about us, and they might even feel entitled to it. If we send something every time we’re scolded, we can’t continue to indulge such bad behavior.”
Qian Yixiu snickered secretly, grateful that grandpa wasn’t a naïve fool. Perhaps it was the hardships of many years that had finally made him realize many truths.
However, as Qian Sangui had said, Qian Dagui, Qian Ergui, and the younger generations were not bad. They would indeed bring them along when they found ways to make money, but now was not the time.
That night, Dashan gave birth to two puppies, one male and one female. The puppies were so small, and though their eyes were closed, it was apparent they were much better-looking than their mother, at least their noses and mouths were more defined.
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Qian Yixiu still felt a small regret that Dashan, being so large, hadn’t given birth to a litter of twins. She had previously dreamed that Dashan would give birth to several puppies, forming a doggy squad that would deter people from entertaining bad ideas about her family. It was a pity.
The two puppies nestled against Dashan, nursing. Monkey Brother seemed to remember his own mother, with tear-filled eyes like polished glass, as he moved closer to nurse alongside them.
The names of the puppies were decided by Qian Yeejin and Qian Yixiu. The male was named Benben, and the female, Tiaotiao, hoping they would run fast and jump high and become even more formidable than their mother one day.
Actually, Qian Yeejin didn’t care much for the names, thinking they weren’t imposing enough. But his sister liked them, so he went along with it.
What delighted the Qian family was the news that spread through the village—Qian Sangui was on good terms with Elder Wong, addressing each other as brothers, which was a matter of envy for many families.
Three days later, Wang Lizheng’s grandson celebrated his one-month birthday, and he invited Qian Sangui to the drink feast, where he was seated at the table to share drinks with Elder Wongliang (Steward Wong’s eldest son), Doctor Lin, Mr. Zhang, and several other respected figures from neighboring villages, an honor not even Qian Dagui had received.
Two days after, Steward Wong truly did invite Qian Sangui to drink the sorghum wine from his iron pot and also invited Landlord Zhang from Erliu Town, Landlord Yu, and local authorities from nearby villages.
Since Qian Sangui had bad legs, he had Qian Manchuan borrow a donkey cart from Xie Huzi’s House, pulling him along to the feast.
Qian Dagui and Lady Wang were ecstatic upon hearing that Qian Sangui intended to bring his son to Old Wong’s house for drinks. They had never even dreamt that they could establish ties with Old Wong’s family, and now their son was actually going to drink at his house. They got Qian Manchuan cleaned up bright and early and kept instructing him on how to speak properly, to be observant and tactful, to take care of his third uncle, and so on.
Thanks to the promotion from Old Wong, Qian Sangui’s social standing in the surrounding villages, including Erliu Town, soared rapidly. After that, many families who hosted events made a point of inviting him, especially if they had invited the father and son of Old Wong, they would ask him to accompany them. Unless it was absolutely unavoidable, Qian Sangui would decline the invitations on the pretext of ill health.
Because he was in good spirits, Qian Sangui’s health also improved somewhat.
During this period, the western end of the village was peaceful, and with money at home for ample food, it was the most comfortable and pleasant time for the Qian’s third wife’s household. Under Zhang Zhongkun’s care, Qian Sangui’s health had improved significantly. He could now walk around the village or the fields with the help of a cane and had regained the respect of the villagers.
In mid-July, Benben and Tiaotiao had grown a bit. In stark contrast to their mother, they were extremely beautiful, with snow-white fur, resembling clouds in the sky. They looked identical, except Benben had brownish-yellow eyes, while Tiaotiao had black-brown eyes.
That day, after sending off her little brother to school, Qian Yixiu, holding the “two clouds,” asked Dashan, “Who knows what kind of husband you’ve found, how come your kids are so pretty?”
Lady Wu slapped her in exasperation and scolded, “Yixiu, you’re a young lady, what nonsense are you spouting?” She was really at her wits’ end; her granddaughter was good in every way, except that her mouth had no filter, letting slip embarrassing remarks from time to time.
Qian Yixiu didn’t take the slap to heart and didn’t find it painful, and just giggled foolishly a few times.
Monkey Brother, however, was extremely displeased and kept baring his teeth and shooting dagger glances at Lady Wu. He knew that Lady Wu was part of the same household as his young mistress and that he couldn’t just attack her at will. Had it been anyone else, he would have long since pelted them with pebbles or scratched up their face.
This left Lady Wu both crying and laughing, “Oh my, this Naughty Monkey even resents me now; in the future, I really can’t hit Yixiu anymore.”
Qian Yixiu, with a happy chuckle, handed the little ones back to their mother and, with Monkey Brother in tow, returned to her own room. To her surprise, she saw her stepmother sitting on the bed crying, her eyes all red from tears.
Qian Yixiu was startled and hurried over to ask, “Mother, what’s wrong?”
Cheng Yue wept, “Grandmother hit Yixiu, and it hurts mom’s heart.” After saying that, she pulled Qian Yixiu into her embrace and continued to cry.
Not only was her stepmother beautiful, but she was also as delicate as water.
“Mother misunderstood, grandmother didn’t hit Yixiu, she was just patting the dust off of me,” Qian Yixiu explained, and then went on to speak all sorts of good things for a long time.
If only little father were still alive, that would have been wonderful, as he had a great knack for comforting the stepmother. Entrusted with such a delightful task, he would have settled everything in a few words.
