Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 42 - Jin Qianrong_1
Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Jin Qianrong_1
Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Jin Qianrong_1
Zhang Zhongkun nodded and said, “Don’t be sad, we all believe in you.” And then pointing to Liang Jinzhao, he continued, “Young Master Liang has come from the Capital City; he didn’t know about your family’s situation, which is why he spoke like that. Now that he knows, he won’t talk about you that way anymore.”
Liang Jinzhao felt a mixture of anger, shame, and confusion. His anger stemmed from the girl repeatedly calling him Big Uncle, which he intuitively felt was intentional. The shame came from frequently hearing his grandfather and father talk about the difficulties faced by the families of deceased soldiers and not taking it seriously. Today, he encountered such a person and, rather than helping her, he had argued with her, almost as if he wanted to bully her to death. The girl’s sharp tongue made him want to lose his temper, but the condition of her family evoked deep sympathy, and these conflicting emotions intertwined, creating a profound sense of conflict.
Lady Song, with her empathic understanding, didn’t want to offend the nobleman from the Capital City. Wiping her tears, she said with a smile, “Exactly, Young Master Liang didn’t know the truth, so what he said is excusable. Little girl, don’t be sad.”
She emphasized the words “Young Master Liang” heavily as if hinting to Qian Yixiu not to call him Big Uncle anymore. Then, as if noticing their flowers for the first time, she exclaimed loudly, “Oh, these baskets and bouquets are so beautiful. How come we never thought of combining Xia Grass—oh, also called Gypsophila—with these flowers to make them look so nice together?”
Qian Yixiu also felt enough was enough; the tall fellow had already been teased enough. If she really provoked his anger, she would be the one to suffer. So, she went with the flow, sniffled, pulled out a patched handkerchief from her bosom to dry her tears, and shifted the conversation back to flowers, zealously peddling the baskets and bouquets.
She explained the relationship between the main and supporting elements again, “…People think changing the main will make a difference, always only changing the blossoms, while the supporting greenery stays the same forever, losing its novelty over time. But actually, the feeling is quite different even if we only change the supporting elements without touching the main ones.”
Their ‘flawed logic’ made not only Old Lady Zhang and Lady Song break into laughter but also made Zhang Zhongkun chuckle. He said, “Indeed, that’s the essence of it. Such a simple truth, yet it’s understood by a child.”
Qian Yixiu then talked about how classically beautiful the Rose goes with Gypsophila, lamenting the absence of wild roses in the mountains. The maids picked a few Rose blossoms from the garden and combined them with Gypsophila, which truly enhanced their beauty.
Seeing them discussing flowers, Zhang Zhongkun then led the youngsters away.
Old Lady Zhang had always loved flowers and her home was filled with them for every season, some of which were quite famous. Now, seeing these unique tiny blossoms that looked like scattered stars, she was deeply charmed. She remarked, “Many mountain flowers seem vigorous and are inexpensive, seemingly growing everywhere in the mountains, by streams, and at the edges of fields, but they often perish when transplanted into our homes. I wonder if this Xia Grass—oh, Gypsophila—can be grown in our garden.”
Qian Yixiu replied, “It’s a bit late to plant Gypsophila now; the end of August is the ideal time. When the time comes, I’ll collect some seeds and help Great-grandma plant them.” Realizing she might have seemed a bit presumptuous, she added softly, “Yixiu likes to look after flowers at home when there’s nothing else to do, so I’ve learned about the habits of a few species. I’m sure I can take good care of them.”
Old Lady Zhang, delighted, nodded her head and touched her small face, saying, “Poor, yet so clever girl. Eat more when you get home, grow taller and fatter.”
Her kind expression was so moving that Qian Yixiu felt like crying. Even Great-grandma, Old woman Qian, had never been this gentle with her.
While they were talking, a servant came to report, “Old Lady, Lady, the servants moving the flowers have arrived.”
Old Lady Zhang asked in surprise, “Moving what flowers?”
Lady Song explained, “There were a few pots of flowers and plants in the garden that weren’t doing well, so I had them thrown out to buy some new ones. You should go inside to rest, Grandmother, and not be startled.”
Qian Yixiu looked in the direction indicated by Lady Song and saw six or seven pots of barely living flowers and plants haphazardly piled under a yellowish hornbeam tree in the distance, one of which was a Jin Qianrong.
With the Jin Qianrong about to be thrown away right before her eyes, could this be a sign from heaven, an excellent opportunity? It seemed that in this life, she was indeed the true protagonist.
Qian Yixiu’s little heart pounded wildly.
Just as she was figuring out how to excavate that pot of Jin Qianrong, she heard Lady Song say, “We really like these flowers and baskets you have here, so we will buy them all.” Then, turning to a maid behind her, she instructed, “Give them five taels of silver.”
Qian Manxia trembled slightly with excitement upon hearing that they had been given five taels of silver for the flowers and quickly bowed, saying, “Thank you, madam.”
Qian Yixiu wasn’t thinking about the silver, but rather if this was a way of sending them off?
Old woman Qian added, “Give her another five taels of silver. The poor girl, use it to buy some new clothes and eat well.”
Accompanied by a young maid and an old nanny from behind them, two purses were handed over to Qian Yixiu. Regaining her composure, Qian Yixiu took the purses, bowed deeply, and said, “Thank you, Great-grandma, thank you, madam.”
Yet she looked towards the Jin Qianrong pot with no intention of leaving. Face flushing, Qian Manxia quickly tugged at Qian Yixiu to leave.
How could Qian Yixiu leave with her? She shook off her hand, saying urgently, “Don’t pull me,” and then turned to Old woman Qian and Lady Song, “Great-grandma, madam, I see the Jin Qianrong isn’t dead, just not growing well and leaning to one side. Perhaps there are small stones in the soil, hindering its growth. If Great-grandma wouldn’t mind, please let me straighten this little tree. Casting away money is ultimately inauspicious; it symbolizes loss of wealth.”
Qian Manxia was terrified, even if one is a great benefactor, they still came from a wealthy family. How could they allow poor folk to talk nonsense here? She scolded, “What nonsense are you talking about, Yixiu? Come with me right now.” She then yanked on Qian Yixiu to leave forcefully.
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Qian Yixiu didn’t leave but ended up being dragged to the ground by her, whereupon Qian Manxia quickly bent down to pick her up.
An annoyed housekeeper thought that this country bumpkin was taking advantage of Old woman Qian’s good nature to spout nonsense, simply to ask for more reward. Ten taels of silver were already given; still, she clung on and refused to leave, which was truly outrageous.
Her smirk hiding disapproval, she said, “This kid is quite the little monkey. Seeing our Great-grandma and madam are kind-hearted and good-natured, she’s now being stubborn. Will you not leave on your own or do you expect us to carry you out in a palanquin?”
Not caring about losing face, Yixiu pleaded, “Great-grandma, madam, please allow me to look after the Jin Qianrong, to see if I could revive the little tree. Please let me try.”
Old woman Qian looked at the little girl pouting, her hair somewhat disheveled, with her large almond eyes showing earnest desire. She, too, thought the girl was driven mad by poverty and was asking for more reward money.
Old woman Qian, being let down by others many times, began worshipping Buddha when she was young, spending her lifetime as a compassionate and generous person. She felt sympathy for such a young girl having a hard life, so she told the servant, “Do not be hard on the kid. Let her do as she wishes. Regardless of the outcome, after she’s done, pack up the snacks on the table for her to take and reward her with another purse.”
Having said this, Old woman Qian left with Lady Song’s support.
Qian Manxia felt angry, frightened, and embarrassed all at once, and tears started to form. However, Qian Yixiu didn’t have the time to comfort her, as she ran to the pot of Jin Qianrong and squatted down.
After examining the Jin Qianrong, she raised her head to ask a little maidservant, “Could you please help me get a small shovel?”
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