Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 97 - Worsening Illness (For April Monthly Pass

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 Worsening Illness (For April Monthly Pass +)_1

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 Worsening Illness (For April Monthly Pass +)_1

Qian Yixiu didn’t make a sound and continued to stealthily gaze at her mother through the corner of her eye, watching to see if she could remember anything.

Suddenly, Cheng Yue clutched her forehead and cried out, “Ouch, my head hurts, it really hurts.”

Hearing this, Qian Yixiu quickly climbed onto the bed to massage her mother’s head.

Qian Yijin, who had been writing at the desk, also put down his pen and came over to persuade her, “If it causes a headache, then don’t think about it.”

“Think? Think about what?” Cheng Yue asked blankly. After a moment, she added, “Oh, I remember now…”

“What does mother remember?” Qian Yixiu asked anxiously.

“I remember Brother Jiang saying that when the flowers at the door have withered and bloomed again, and then withered and bloomed again, he would return. But the flowers outside have withered and bloomed so many times, and he still hasn’t come back. Why did he lie to mother? Could it be that he doesn’t like to see mother and that’s why he hasn’t come home?” Cheng Yue’s lips puckered, and a layer of moisture welled up in her almond eyes.

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Great, she’s become even more foolish.

Seeing Cheng Yue so sad, Qian Yixiu couldn’t help but blame herself. Her mother was ill, and yet she had been encouraging her to think about the past. That was wrong of her.

Her younger siblings consoled her for a while, suggesting that their father might have been sent on a mission by Shangfeng, which was why he hadn’t been able to return home to see her. They persuaded her to wash up and then go to bed to sleep.

The young lad continued to work diligently at the desk, and Qian Yixiu, feeling defeated, went out to the yard. Under the starlight, Monkey Brother was riding on a peach tree playing with a pellet drum, making a din-din-dong-dong sound that was annoying. Benben and Tiaotiao, with their fluffy white bodies, were cradled in Dashan’s arms, as he lay on the ground, looking down at them affectionately.

The jujube tree was already full of green jujube fruits, and it seemed just a blink of an eye since she had arrived in this world, in this yard, more than seven years ago. On that evening seven years ago, her father was still a handsome young lad of fifteen, but he had died in a foreign land a year ago. Considering he was only twenty-one when he died, she hadn’t even graduated from college at that age in her previous life.

Her previous life… it’s been just over seven years since she left, feeling like several lifetimes. How are her parents, siblings, and Shang Qingyun from her previous life?

She sat on a small stool under the eaves, holding her chin and sighing up at the sky; her young face bore an incongruous depth.

Qian Manxia, who had gone out to fetch water for Qian Sangui to wash up, saw her and chuckled, “Life is so comfortable now, why is Xiu’er still sighing? You really have endless worries.”

The young girl believes she’s living the life of an Immortal; how could she understand her, who had lived through two lifetimes?

Qian Yixiu rolled her eyes at her young aunt and ignored her, continuing to stare blankly at the sky. Unbeknownst to her, her young brother came over to sit beside her and said, “Sister, do not worry. Once your brother makes a name for himself, I will invite Old Master Zhang to come home to treat mother, or even ask for an Imperial Physician. Mother will gradually get better.”

Her little brother had come to give her a pep talk.

Qian Yixiu said, “Then brother must work hard, and when you make something of yourself, you can treat mother’s illness.”

“Yes. After a tiring day, sister should rest early; I’ll go read for a bit longer.” Seeing that his sister was alright, Qian Yijin got up and returned to the little room to continue his studies.

The next day, their mother seemed less lucid than usual, her gaze even more vacant. She practically stayed by the door the whole time, peeking through the crack to look at the wildflowers outside, muttering something about “flowers withering and blooming” under her breath.

Both Qian Yixiu and Lady Wu dared not let her work on embroidery any longer. Qian Yixiu tried again to persuade her to go to the town’s health center and ask Old Master Zhang to treat her.

But Cheng Yue refused to leave the house, wrapping herself in tears, saying, “I won’t go out, I’m scared.”

In the afternoon, after their rest, Old woman Qian came over with Lady Wang and Qian Mandie, along with the little tag-along Qian Manduo.

It was rare for Lady Wang to visit, and upon her arrival, Lady Wu and the others became even more hospitable, bringing out the sweets and snacks the Zhang family had sent to treat their guests.

Lady Wang laughed and said, “I heard from Jinwa and Yixiu yesterday that Manjiang’s wife sold two small embroidery pieces for five taels of silver?” Seeing Lady Wu nod, she added, “Heavens, I never would have guessed, Manjiang’s wife is really capable.”

Old woman Qian also proudly said, “To be able to sell such small items for that much silver, in the few villages around us, that’s really something.”

Lady Wang smiled again and said, “Since she has the skill, she should teach the girls of the Qian family. Have Auntie Xia, Auntie Die, Yixiu, and Duo Duo all learn from her, so that when they go to their husband’s homes, they can earn money and stand a bit taller.”

Old woman Qian nodded and said, “That’s the right idea. Not only should she teach the Qian family girls, but also the daughters-in-law. Have the wives of Manchuan and Manhe come to learn as well.”

Upon hearing this, Lady Wu felt troubled and said, “You both know what kind of person Yueyue is. She can’t even speak clearly on a normal day, how can she teach anything?”

This was indeed the case.

Lady Wang then said, “Then let Auntie Die and the others watch her embroider from the side. Over time, they might pick up the basics.”

Lady Wu worriedly said, “If it were before, that might have worked, but I’m afraid it won’t now. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but she’s become even less coherent than before. Besides eating and sleeping, she just stands at the door and looks out through the crack. She only came back to the room because she saw you all arriving.”

Lady Wang still found it hard to believe. It seemed impossible that someone would fall ill just when they were about to start teaching embroidery.

Old woman Qian was also somewhat skeptical. She got up and went to the small room, only to find Cheng Yue sitting stupidly at the bedside, staring blankly out the window, ignoring Old woman Qian who had entered.

The old woman went out and complained angrily to Lady Wang in the main room, “Really, some people just can’t be helped. Just when you think they’re becoming useful, they go and turn foolish again. Oh, my poor third son, having to support such a person who eats without working…”

Qian Yeejin explained from the side, “Maybe it’s because my mother overworked her mind thinking about the embroideries. Perhaps she’ll get better after some rest.”

Lady Wang and her daughter had come in high spirits, not expecting this outcome, and were extremely disappointed.

Qian Sangui felt rather apologetic and said, “Why don’t mother and sister-in-law join us for dinner here? I’ll have Auntie Die go call over my big brother and Manchuan, and we men can have a couple of drinks.”

Lady Wu laughed and said, “Then let’s call over Manchuan’s wife and Shan Wa as well, and have a good time together.”

Old woman Qian said, “We can’t just invite the eldest brother’s family. Let’s also call over Er Gui and Manhe’s couple as well.”

Qian Sangui and Lady Wu naturally nodded and agreed. What no one said was, if Qian Ergui’s family came, could Lady Tang stay away?

Lady Wu quickly led Qian Manxia to the kitchen to get busy.

That evening, the third wife’s branch of the Qian family gathered again for a meal.

The next day, as soon as Cheng Yue got up, she went to the courtyard gate to look at the wildflowers. The crack in the newly repaired gate was very small, and Cheng Yue could not see very clearly. The longer she looked, the more anxious she became, and the worse her condition got.

Qian Sangui thought that the household was no longer as vulnerable as before, and those idlers no longer dared to come around looking for trouble. So, he had Qian Yeejin open the courtyard gate to let her look to her heart’s content.

Qian Yeejin looked at her dimwitted little mother, feeling both guilty and sad.

Three days later, in the morning, Cheng Yue was still standing by the open courtyard gate under the blazing sun, staring blankly ahead. The wildflowers among the overgrown grass were a riot of colors, unabashedly blooming in the sunlight.

But her little mother was far more delicate than the wildflowers in the wasteland. Afraid that Cheng Yue might suffer from heatstroke, Qian Yeejin spoke sweetly, and only after a lot of coaxing did she manage to persuade Cheng Yue back into the small room to drink water, and then fanned her with a large palm-leaf fan.