Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich
Chapter 394 - 290 Noise_2

Chapter 394: Chapter 290 Noise_2

With this idea in mind, the Lion Dance Team performed vigorously, earning applause and cheers from the audience.

Ye Zhiwei stood at the door of his house, and he, along with his brothers, all wore proud and satisfied expressions; this was exactly the effect he wanted.

Ye Zhiwei’s daughters and nieces had sent invitation letters to the Ye family’s sisters and were naturally watching to see if they had come.

When they spotted the Ye family’s sisters among a group of impoverished villagers and many poor children, they laughed mockingly and pointed while talking about them.

The servants by their side, upon hearing the ladies’ words, laughed along, yet what they said, no matter how loudly, could not surpass the sound of the five lions and the five bands.

The language they were using was indistinct to the people standing near the doorway who were watching the event.

After mocking for a while and realizing that their targets couldn’t hear them, they felt it was pointless and sent a servant to bring the Ye family sisters over to them.

The servant, upon receiving the order, approached the Ye family sisters and said loudly over the booming music:

"Our Lady asks you to come over there."

Fearing that they could not hear, the servant also pointed in the direction of the ladies.

Ye Shiqi and her elder sisters had come by invitation, and simply watching the lion dance had already fulfilled the purpose of their visit.

As for whether these people would invite them into their house, they didn’t really feel that they would be well-treated during the New Year.

There’s a saying, "Do not plot together if not of similar minds."

They were not friends who would meet, not in need of just a bit more food.

"Let them come over here, we’ll wait for them here," said Ye Xinqi, who had no fondness for those girls smiling with ulterior motives.

"You five sisters better recognize the kindness being shown. Our Ladies are inviting you over; don’t make it difficult for this servant, I’m just the messenger!"

The servant was a maid raised from childhood beside her Lady, and was one of the maids among these ladies, specifically serving one of them.

"Hmph, who doesn’t recognize kindness? If we must go, we’ll go. Are you threatening us?"

Ye Fengqi rolled her eyes; amidst so many people, they dared to bully them openly. If it came to a physical altercation, she was not one to back down.

Ye Fengqi, after speaking, was the first to walk over, followed reluctantly by her other sisters.

The five Ye sisters walked hand in hand with some teenagers and young women following, watching the excitement.

As Ye Shiqi walked, she observed the rich man’s large residence located on the western side of the village. Near his mansion were also houses of common people, which compared to his grand mansion, appeared simple and pitiable.

Undoubtedly one of the top five rich men, the Ye Zhiwei family was not merely newly wealthy. It seemed that their ancestors included scholars who passed the imperial examination, went to other places as officials and, for unknown reasons, eventually resigned and returned.

Even so, they had land and fields in the village and had not been overly corrupt; their mansion was continuously maintained, with carvings at the front gate, and featured a Bagua symbol.

This type of mansion was built with Feng Shui in mind, and its architecture was entirely for the wealthy, with columns not made of ordinary wood.

It also featured attractive carvings of auspicious symbols.

Ye Shiqi couldn’t say how beautiful these carvings were, but they had the exquisite craftsmanship of ancient artisans.

These carvings were completely handmade and therefore of higher value.

As Ye Shiqi observed the mansion from the front gate, she could tell how opulent this residence was, certainly not comparable to the newly wealthy as others claimed.

Inwardly, Ye Shiqi admitted that although her family too had built a large mansion, they hadn’t invested as much in its construction.

Similar to other large tiled houses, compared to the carved columns made of expensive wood in others’ houses, theirs was of lesser value.

Ye Shiqi had to acknowledge that the tradition spanning many generations in a rich family was indeed not comparable to her family’s recent rise to wealth.

While she was observing, her sisters had already reached the group of Misses.

Their haughty expressions were full of disdain as they looked at them.

These women, the eldest older than her elder sister and the youngest still older than her.

As for their names, Ye Shiqi hadn’t paid attention and didn’t care.

Though they were from the same village and shared the Ye surname, they were supposedly descendants of the same ancestor or from the same ancestral hall, but actually, they were not.