Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 178 - 143: It’s Really Not Her Fault_1

Chapter 178: Chapter 143: It’s Really Not Her Fault_1

No matter how much Wan Lizheng pleaded, Wan Dazhong just chuckled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Wan Lizheng couldn’t contain his anger and began to grunt about his younger brother Wan Erniu, "Just let him be. The Qian family’s girl is only thirteen this year, and even if the betrothal is settled, she won’t get married until two years later. Looking at her tender and frail little body, she doesn’t seem easy to raise. I’m only two years older than you and I already have four grandchildren. Your family line is already thin, and you still indulge Dazhong’s whims. Being good-looking is useless if a person isn’t wise and virtuous; marrying such a girl would be unfortunate for the family."

Wan Erniu said helplessly, "Ah, Dazhong has been fond of that girl for a long time. If he likes her, then let him be."

Wan Lizheng was so angry he gritted his teeth, but he felt helpless regarding these father and son.

In the past, the family was poor and their parents died early. When his younger brother was thirteen, he went to seek his fortune and there was no news of him for many years. Ten years later, he surprisingly sent a letter home through someone, also sending back one hundred taels of silver. He said that life up north wasn’t bad; he had married and had a son.

It was with those one hundred taels of silver that Wan Lizheng seized the opportunity to make two profitable trades, eventually buying over two hundred acres of farmland and becoming a small landlord. After the previous village chief made a mistake, he used some of his wealth to pull strings and became the chief of Darong Village.

Who would have thought that a few years ago, Wan Erniu suddenly returned with his son, saying he had offended a local tyrant up north, and his wife had died. After wandering for half his life, he also wanted to return to his roots.

Wan Lizheng felt sorry for his brother who, at such an old age, still had to cook and do laundry for himself. He tried to find him a new wife, but his brother refused, saying he was too old and found women troublesome.

Since his brother didn’t want to marry, he hurried to find a wife for his nephew to take care of the family. But his nephew proved even more exasperating, with exceptionally high standards, insisting on marrying a fair and handsome wife. Village girls definitely couldn’t match those from big landlords’ families, secluded from the world. But which big landlord would be willing to marry their daughter to a hunter?

It wasn’t until last year that he finally said he was interested in the Qian family girl, the very one that Yama Raja Xu had his eye on. In this area, only this father and son duo were not afraid of Yama Raja Xu, even he was. As a result, when they sent a matchmaker to propose marriage, the family was unwilling.

This time, after being clawed by the mother and daughter duo to such a state, one would think he would give up, but he didn’t. They invited guests to apologize, and he even eagerly brought two pig legs as a gift. Although he was tall and strapping, he was really too soft.

Wan Lizheng didn’t care for his nephew’s eager behavior and walked away briskly, huffing and puffing. As soon as they arrived at the Qian family, a boy at the gate directly ushered them to the main hall in the small courtyard.

Upon hearing that the Wan family had arrived, Qian Sangui and Old man Qian both came out to greet them, showing great respect. It was then that Wan Lizheng felt he had regained some face and a trace of a smile appeared on his face.

After settling down and exchanging pleasantries, Qian Sangui offered his respects and asked Qian Xiaoyu to bring Qian Yixiu over to greet them. Nowadays, Yixiu was most afraid of seeing two people, one being Old Uncle Zhang, and the other being Wan Dazhong.

She was carried into the hall by Qian Xiaoyu, her neck shrinking back. Upon seeing the blue and purple marks on Wan Dazhong’s face, and especially one prominent scratch on the left side, red, wide, and long, running from his cheek down to his neck, she wondered which of them had left that mark.

Qian Yixiu bowed to Wan Dazhong from within Qian Xiaoyu’s hold and said with puckered lips, "Uncle Wan, I’m sorry. Because of me, you have been wronged and mistreated. It was I who told Old Master Zhang’s coachman that I had business with you, leading my family to misunderstand. I beg you not to blame my grandmother, and certainly not my young aunt; they already feel very guilty. If you have to blame someone, blame me. If you really can’t get over your anger, just hit me twice, please. I didn’t mean to wrongly accuse you, it’s just that in Darong Village, I only knew your name, so, so..."

Before she could finish, her eyes were brimming with tears, her little mouth pouting as she sniffed her little nose, as though she was about to cry at any moment.

Wan Dazhong stood up, laughing, "Xiu’er, don’t be sad, I don’t blame you, nor do I blame Third Auntie Qian or Miss Qian. I know they must have been too anxious, that’s why... why they did that."

Of course, he didn’t blame this little girl, far from it; he was utterly grateful. Just yesterday, when he returned from the mountains and entered the village, he heard the young lass was unharmed and was overjoyed.

He had been worried that the Qian family had firmly rejected him, and it was embarrassing to keep pestering the girl. Now, he finally had the chance and reason to interact with the Qian family. Moreover, as the Qian family had beaten him for no reason, and he had behaved so well, allowing himself to be hit and insulted, their impression of him must have greatly improved. In the future, he could legitimately seek Third Uncle Qian’s advice on martial arts.