Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 98 - Unexpected Visitor_1

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Unexpected Visitor_1

Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Unexpected Visitor_1

Seeing Cheng Yue like this, Qian Sangui and Lady Wu, who were sitting under the eaves, couldn’t help but sigh continuously. They discussed going to the Wuxi Tea Building tomorrow after selling off the Jun Zi Lan Flower and then heading to Baohe Hall to ask Old Master Zhang to prescribe some medicine for Cheng Yue.

Qian Yixiu, seeing that Cheng Yue was feeling a bit better, took her outside under the eaves to enjoy the cool. It was shaded there, and there was a breeze.

Suddenly, Monkey Brother, who was playing with Benben and Tiaotiao, scrunched up his nose and started to scream like he had gone mad. He didn’t bother trying to climb up and open the gate; instead, he urgently leaped onto the courtyard wall and then jumped out.

Seeing such strange behavior, Qian Yixiu ran to open the front gate and saw Little Monk Hong Ji standing about a dozen meters away from the courtyard, holding Monkey Brother and laughing. Beside him stood several distinguished young masters.

These young masters genuinely gave Qian Yixiu quite a shock.

One was dressed in a robe embroidered with cloud and orchid patterns on soft white satin, with a Qiu Xiang Blue Silk Cord around his waist and a White Jadeite Hairpin in his hair—it was none other than Big Uncle—Young Master Liang. The other two were Young Master Zhang, in a bright blue jacquard silk robe, and Young Master Song, in a lotus-colored jacquard brocade robe. There were a few boy servants behind them, leading several horses, one of which belonged to Qian Yixiu’s life-saving benefactor, Liang Gao.

Little Monk Hong Ji, holding Monkey Brother, looked up and smiled, “I said I wanted to come and see the little monkey, and it just so happened that Senior Liang and benefactors Song and Zhang were at the temple. They all wanted to play in the countryside, so I brought them along.”

Qian Yixiu was somewhat flabbergasted, her mouth half-open, not quite responding. What were these young masters doing at her house? She wasn’t familiar with those two either.

Zhang Yang spoke with a smile, “What’s the matter, too happy to see us that you’re stupefied?”

Her wandering soul snapped back into place instantly, and seeing Little Divine Doctor Zhang Yang, Qian Yixiu’s eyes lit up with stars.

She hurriedly smiled and said, “Oh, what an honor to have distinguished guests! Please come in.”

Little Monk Hong Ji, carrying the monkey, cheerily entered the courtyard first, followed closely by the swaggeringly tall Liang Jinzhao, with Song Huaijin and Zhang Yang following.

Little Monk Hong Ji stood still and looked around the freshly tidied courtyard, remarking, “Your family has really improved the place quite a bit; I can barely recognize it. Hmm, not bad.”

Qian Yixiu replied politely with a smile, “We have to thank the little master and all the young masters for that.”

Hong Ji laughed joyously upon hearing this, delighted that his good deed had indeed led to a better life for them.

However, Song Huaijin said, “Little girl, saying that makes me feel rather abashed. Your courtyard doesn’t seem to have much to do with this young master, right?”

Qian Yixiu rolled her eyes inwardly, annoyed. Didn’t he know she was just being polite? She had thought this young master was more generous than Big Uncle, but it turned out he was no easier to deal with. Indeed, when a man’s voice begins to quack, it signifies the most disagreeable stage of his life.

Qian Sangui, under the eaves, got up from his seat in shock, leaning on his crutches. He recognized Young Master Zhang, and from his granddaughter’s dialogue with them, he could tell that the other two young masters were benefactors who had helped their family before. Cheng Yue had run back to her own little room before they entered the courtyard.

Qian Yixiu introduced, “This is my grandfather.”

All three young masters bowed politely and greeted, “Elder.”

Qian Yixiu again introduced the man bowing to them, “Grandfather, this is Young Master Liang—oh, Young Master Liang, this is Young Master Song, and this Young Master Zhang you’ve already met.”

Qian Sangui quickly bowed and said, “Please allow the little master and esteemed guests to rest in the main hall.”

Liang Jinzhao waved the folding fan in his hand and said, “Let’s just sit under the shade of the trees, it’s cooler here.”

Lady Wu and Qian Manxia, a little frightened, hurried into the house to fetch stools, while Liang Gao and a few boy servants tied the horses outside the courtyard and entered the main hall to help move tables and chairs beneath the lush jujube tree.

Seeing Lady Wu take out the tea reserved for distinguished guests, Qian Yixiu thought to herself that this coarse tea might not even be to the taste of those boy servants, and whispered, “Just give them the sour plum soup I boiled this morning.”

“That soup is made from plums picked from the mountains, will the honored guests like it?” Lady Wu asked uncertainly.

“They would fancy the things from the mountains, not those silver-costing teahouse purchases,” said Qian Yixiu. She checked the kitchen supplies and instructed Lady Wu to hurry to town to buy vegetable oil, glutinous rice flour, tofu skin, sesame, and other ingredients. With the Little Monk coming, they had to make vegetarian dishes, and those three young masters looked picky. She wanted to prepare something different and told her to be quick and return within less than half an hour.

Now highly trusting in Qian Yixiu’s words, Lady Wu replied, “I’ll hurry, and it won’t take half an hour for the round trip.”

Qian Yixiu also asked her young aunt to secretly call Qian Yeejin back home. Meeting the “little high monk” and these young masters could yield more benefits than a day of private dealings.

On her way past Qian’s Main Courtyard, if Qian Mandie was home, she should ask her to come help and check if her family had any fresh mountain produce. If so, borrow some for use since Qian Manchuan and his wife often picked Xia Grass and could find some rare mountain goods.

Qian Yixiu served the sour plum soup and said, “This sour plum soup has just been cooled, young masters, drink it to relieve the summer heat.”

It was not yet the end of the hottest period, and the young masters’ faces were sunburnt red, their clothes damp with sweat on their backs. After drinking the sour plum soup, they indeed felt much cooler.

She also presented the five-spice peanuts from their home in a dish for them to snack on.

Upon seeing this, Monkey Brother quickly hopped onto the table, grabbed a handful, and ran off to the side to eat, amusing everyone with his comical behavior.

Later, Qian Yixiu poured water for the boy servants, particularly smiling radiantly at her little benefactor, Liang Gao, who also had a keen eye and occasionally helped Qian Yixiu wait on the young masters.

“Mmm, tasty, go fetch another bowl for this young master,” said Song Huaijin, putting down his bowl. Liang Gao simply went into the kitchen and carried out all the little jars of sour plum soup.

Under the cool shade of the trees, Qian Jinzhao sat in a chair, comfortably stretching out his long legs. Looking up, he saw the spacious adobe courtyard, three dogs, a monkey, two lush fruit trees, a stretch of the wall covered in rosebuds, farm tools, straw baskets, and straw sandals under the eaves, with new tiles flashing green in the sunlight. Beyond the courtyard were continuous mountains stretching towards the distant, vast blue sky. Breathing deeply, he savored the fragrances of flowers, grasses, fruits, and earth mingling in his nose.

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Drinking another bowl of the tart and sweet sour plum soup was truly a unique pleasure. No wonder his great-grandfather always regretted not retiring in his old, rural home.

Liang Jinzhao observed the nervously sweating lame old man and the little girl bustling about. With no adults in the home, it was no wonder the little girl thought so hard about earning money and finding support. He then said to Song Huaijin, “Doesn’t your family have a manor nearby? Have someone from the manor come and attend to us. How can we young masters come and have them still lounging about comfortably?”

Song Huaijin muttered under his breath, “That Steward Wong isn’t exactly a beauty to please the eye, and I’d rather not see him at all,” but still instructed his servant, “Go to the manor and call Steward Wong. That old fellow is becoming more and more insolent, to the point that a young master must send for him.”