Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 162 - 136: Advance_3

Chapter 162: Chapter 136: Advance_3

The elderly lady chuckled as she spoke to Zhang Zhongkun and Lady Song, "When I was in my teens, I once had a garment embroidered with the water ripple needle pattern. It was purchased for me by my mother at the Xiangyun Pavilion in Capital City. I was as fond of it as anything."

It was Xiangyun Pavilion again!

Qian Yixiu restrained her wildly beating little heart and watched as several people took turns admiring and praising the garment.

The elderly lady smiled at Qian Yixiu and said, "Your mother is truly skilled. When you return, thank her for me, and tell her that this old lady really loves it."

Qian Yixiu smiled, "Old Master Zhang and Uncle Xiaozhang have rescued my grandfather and mother several times, and your kind and merciful nature is like that of a bodhisattva. Our entire family hopes your good fortune will flow like the endless, surging river." She borrowed a phrase from a classic in her previous life, subtly linking it to the fortune as fluid as water’s waves.

Her candid, straightforward words amused the whole family once again.

The elderly lady’s eyes crinkled with mirth as she said, "Oh my, my little Good, what a sweet little mouth you have. This old lady accepts your auspicious words."

After a round of laughter and chatter, everyone settled down for the night.

Before going to sleep, the elderly lady chatted with Qian Yixiu.

"Yixiu, what do you think of the two aunts from the Huang family?" the elderly lady asked.

Qian Yixiu timidly replied, "Yixiu thinks Second Aunt Huang is good, she’s good-looking, and knowledgeable as well."

The elderly lady laughed, "You little monkey, quite the charmer, aren’t you?"

Qian Yixiu said, "Yixiu’s not lying to you. It’s not just Yixiu who thinks Second Aunt Huang is knowledgeable. Yixiu has also heard others praise Second Aunt Huang."

"Oh? What do they say?"

"They say Second Aunt Huang is smart and sensible. They say Third Aunt Huang is capricious and still more like an aunt to her own mother."

The elderly lady laughed again a few times and said, "Hmm, Yixiu, remember this: it’s okay to speak well of others, but when it comes to the bad, keep it to yourself."

"Oh, Yixiu got it."

...

The next day, after breakfast, Qian Yixiu hurriedly bid the elderly lady farewell, claiming she needed to return early to kowtow a few more times to her great-grandfather.

Although the elderly lady was reluctant to part with her, she couldn’t prevent her from showing filial piety. The Zhang family had specifically sent someone to deliver a gift to Qian’s Main Courtyard the day before. Originally, they had intended to send Qian Yixiu some more fabric and food like they used to, but Qian Yixiu smilingly declined, saying that her own family was now well-off and felt embarrassed to continue accepting handouts. Besides, because of her relationship with the elderly lady, she, a fake relative, had already received many gifts.

This amused the elderly lady to no end. She also told Qian Yixiu to visit her home more often, for having a child around would bring her joy and celebration.

That made Zhang Yang blush.

It was still Old Uncle Zhang who drove the carriage. Sitting inside the carriage, Qian Yixiu chatted with the old man. Her childlike candor made Old Uncle Zhang laugh heartily from time to time. The two had quickly become very at ease with each other.

They arrived at the border between Darong Village and Huaxi Village, where there was a small forest that was currently deserted. Qian Yixiu then asked Old Uncle Zhang to stop the carriage, saying, "I have some matters to deal with Wan Dazhong of Darong Village, and then I’ll make my way home by myself."

Aside from Yama Raja Xu’s family in Darong Village, she could only recall Wan Dazhong’s full name, so she just mentioned him on the spot.

"Really? Wouldn’t it be better if you went home first and then attended to your matters?" Old Uncle Zhang was somewhat worried—it was best to entrust the child into the care of her family.

Qian Yixiu confidently responded, "Don’t worry, Old Uncle. Country children are used to roaming wild; Yixiu often plays in the hills alone."

Upon hearing this, Old Uncle Zhang felt that country children indeed were rugged, and Qian Yixiu was an unusually astute child, so he stopped the carriage.

Qian Yixiu disembarked, slipped into the small woods, and ran towards the foot of the mountain. She moved stealthily along the way. The area was lush with vegetation, and by avoiding the occasional villagers passing by and some people working in the fields, she made her way directly to the fork in the road between Xijing Mountain and Xishi Mountain.

Turning onto the path, she headed straight for Xishi Mountain. Upon reaching the rendezvous point, Monkey Brother and White Wolf were already sitting on a huge boulder, appearing somewhat impatient as they waited.

Qian Yixiu joyfully ran up to the bottom of the boulder, looked up, and called out, "Hey, two clever darlings, I’m here!"

Monkey Brother, having waited a long time, finally saw its little master and excitedly jumped down. Frolicking with its owner, Qian Yixiu laughed and gently rubbed the back of its neck. Following suit, White Wolf also jumped down and, with its usual calm aloofness, camped off to the side. Qian Yixiu likewise extended her hand to pat its back.

Qian Yixiu took out three packages and dug out her coarse cloth tunic and trousers, putting them on. She then took a seat on a rock, pulled out some food, and started eating—pastries for herself and Monkey Brother, and chunks of meat for White Wolf, washing it down with water from a nearby spring to bolster her energy.

Feeling that the pastries were not enough, Monkey Brother also snatched a few chunks of meat from White Wolf.

Afterward, Qian Yixiu put on a backpack and also saddled Monkey Brother and White Wolf with one each. She had specifically added a couple of straps to White Wolf’s pack, creating a four-shoulder design.

One girl, one monkey, and one wolf set off towards Cave Sky Pool with heads held high and full of purpose.