Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 132 - 126 Lady Du_3

Chapter 132: Chapter 126 Lady Du_3

Moreover, she didn’t return to the Xu family courtyard. At night, she slept in an abandoned straw hut outside the village, and during the day, she wandered about. When hungry, she would beg at the doors of other people’s homes, and she even fought with dogs for food.

The villagers pitied her and would give her some leftover food.

On the third day, Lady Du accidentally fell into the Hong River and drowned.

Since no one knew where Lady Du’s family was, the villagers of Darong Village pooled their money to buy a thin coffin and buried her.

The night after Lady Du was buried, a fire mysteriously started in the Xu family courtyard, burning the entire place to the ground. Strangely, the fire only consumed the Xu family courtyard and didn’t even touch the trees next to it. It was said that during those nights, many people in Darong Village could hear the sorrowful cries of a woman in the sky. And at the Xu family courtyard ruins, a chill wind blew, swirling the ashes up into the sky in circles.

Wan Lizheng of Darong Village once again called for a Taoist priest to chant and guide Lady Du’s spirit to the afterlife, saying the evil person had already died and vengeance had been exacted, begging her to reincarnate peacefully, and only then did the crying stop.

After that, everything of the Xu family in this world, like their courtyard, vanished without a trace. Even the Xu family relative who worked as a government official in the county city disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again by anyone at the County Government Office.

The village gossiped about the sins of Yama Raja Xu and his son, sympathized with Lady Du’s pitiful and tragic end, and the ghostly fire that followed. They unanimously believed that Lady Du’s death was a kind of release and hoped that in her next life she could marry into a loving home.

Qian Yixiu thought it might be possible; after all, she herself had been a wandering ghost for seven years, so a vengeful spirit igniting ghostly flames was not out of the question.

Qian’s third wife, located far from the village, continued to lead a tranquil life.

It was now mid-winter, and the grass on the wasteland had completely withered yellow, exposing many small stones.

Qian Sangui’s health was still poor, but nowhere near as severe as in previous years. Wrapped in thick blankets and bolstered by a pillow, with a warm Grandma Tang beside him and regular medicinal soups for nourishment, he could still delegate tasks to Lady Wu, Qian Hua, and Huang Tie.

The dim sum shop remained open, and the Old Brother dim sum continued to be very popular. Yet, due to that misfortune, it seemed there was a barrier in the brothers’ hearts. In particular, Qian Ergui and Qian Sangui were no longer as close as before. But since Qian Manhe had helped the third wife a great deal, Qian Sangui endured many things for his sake.

Lady Wang and Lady Tang did not come as frequently anymore to the main courtyard to "inspect" work and casually take some dim sum. Especially Lady Tang, who hardly dared to visit the third wife, for everyone there, including the servants, no longer showed her any kindness.

She made Lady Wong bring her a few pieces every day on her return home. Lady Wong did bring some, but not much, just two or three pieces. She complained it wasn’t enough because Qian Mandua and Li Ahcai would come to her house almost every day to eat a few. Every time Lady Wong brought back too little, she would find an excuse to scold her.

Old woman Qian’s health had improved somewhat, although half of her body was still not very agile, she needed someone to help her walk, and her reactions were slower than usual. She could talk, but it was particularly slow, somewhat slurred, and her mouth was slightly twisted.

That she was not bedridden was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. And for this, they had to thank Zhang Zhongkun - not only did the doctor from Baohe Hall who specialized in treating phlegm diseases often come to apply acupuncture, but Zhang Yang also visited twice.

The Little Divine Doctor was very likable—handsome, shy, talented, gentle, and elegant, with a smile that revealed two small dimples. Whenever he visited, some of the village’s young maidens would find an excuse to visit Qian’s third wife to speak with Qian Manxia, and then steal glances at Zhang Yang as he left, including Qian Mandie and the conveniently located Qian Xiaoyu.

If those had been haughty, overbearing young masters, no matter how handsome, these young maidens would certainly not have dared to come for a peek. But this Little Divine Doctor was different—approachable, always with a beaming smile; even if someone stared a bit too long, he never scowled or got angry. Perhaps it was because he had gotten used to being watched while accompanying his father on medical visits since he was young.

Qian Yixiu knew they harbored no ulterior motives; it was purely an appreciation of the young handsome lad. She couldn’t help but secretly laugh; maidens admiring a handsome face is the same in every era.

However, the simple Miss Qian seemed oblivious to any difference and didn’t realize that sneaking glances at the Little Divine Doctor was a great privilege in the eyes of other maidens. She carefully discussed Old woman Qian’s condition with Zhang Yang and often asked, "Doctor Xiao Zhang, will my grandma be able to stand up?"

Zhang Yang nodded professionally, "Miss Qian, rest assured, I will do my best."