Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 179 - 143 Really Not Her Fault_2

Chapter 179: Chapter 143 Really Not Her Fault_2

Unfortunately, his joy soon turned to sorrow, as he had no sooner stepped through his front door than his father, having just returned from the provincial city on business, rushed up and gave him a severe beating. On the day of the incident, his father had been away and upon his return, after hearing how Wan Dazhong had single-handedly taken on six opponents and given them a thrashing, he was furious.

His father was beating him with a stick when Qian Yijin arrived, and only then did his father stop. Otherwise, he would surely have been beaten so badly he wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for days. In hindsight, he felt a wave of fear; he had grown too comfortable in the peaceful Xiaoshan village and nearly made a grave mistake that could have spoiled everything. He deserved the beating.

Wan Dazhong truly didn’t blame Yixiu, and Old man Qian took his politeness for real. He hurriedly said, "Dazhong my grandson, I’m sorry. My great-granddaughter doesn’t know any better, causing such a disaster. We’ve already punished her, nearly beaten her buttocks to a pulp. I’ve also scolded my son’s wife and Auntie Xia, for not staying calm and hurting others..."

Wan Dazhong quickly said, "Grandpa Qian, you’re too kind. I really don’t blame Xiuer; she’s just a child and surely unaware of the severity of consequences. And I definitely don’t blame Third Auntie Qian and Miss Qian. They say, ’concern leads to chaos;’ they were just acting out of concern for a relative in trouble, which only proves their genuine sincerity."

The words of Wan Dazhong brought great delight to Old man Qian, and Qian Sangui nodded repeatedly in agreement. Lady Wu, who happened to enter the room to offer apologies, also felt moved by his words.

What a fine young man!

Yixiu looked at the touched elders and knew that Wan Dazhong really didn’t blame her. Not only did he not blame her, but he might even be grateful in his heart for her "help."

Indeed, the ways of the world are unpredictable; there were so many surprises on this risky adventure. A casual remark of hers had caused such trouble but ended up inadvertently helping the person she liked the least. However, after observing Wan Dazhong’s current behavior, it seemed he was no longer playing the lecher, but instead a straightforward honesty shone faintly through his thick eyebrows and big eyes. Had he "turned over a new leaf," or was he hiding something deep within? She would have to observe him more closely.

Wan Dazhong earnestly helped Lady Wu carry the wild boar leg to the kitchen, and as soon as he stepped out, laughter erupted behind him. His dark face flushed slightly, and he scratched his head with a chuckle before returning to the main room.

Just now, he had finally glimpsed the figure he longed for.

In a soft voice, Qian Mandie said to Qian Manxia with a smile, "Look at the blush on Wan Dazhong’s face. Who would have thought Wenwen, looking so delicate and weak, was so bold and strong?"

Qian Manxia’s face turned red, and she stamped her foot in embarrassment.

Lady Wang, Lady Lan, and a few others teased Lady Wu, saying they hadn’t realized she was such a strong fighter, almost matching Old Grandma Fan in prowess.

In their eyes, Wan Dazhong was a very promising young man: handsome, robust, capable, and with a sizable family property—most importantly, he had a good temperament. After all, which man would be beaten like that by two women and not retaliate?

They all said that after this turmoil, the number of girls eyeing Wan Dazhong increased. Many families were even shamelessly seeking intermediaries to make a match.

After the meal, each household sent over a pound of "Old Brother" pastry as a thank-you gesture from the third branch of the Qian family.

The villagers were very happy; after being busy for most of the night, not only had they feasted on meat and wine at the Qian family’s, but they also got to take home a bag of pastries for their children or siblings.

It was worth it!

Later, Yixiu heard about a little incident that occurred during the meal. The Qian family had invited Hua Qiang, who had helped out, to dine with them, but instead, his shameless father Hua Dianzi had the nerve to show up.

Everyone knew that Hua Dianzi had once followed Fan Erhei and others to the west side of the village to harass a simpleton’s daughter-in-law, and now he had the gall to come for a meal, which was beyond shameless.

Someone joked, "Hua Dianzi, guess what has the thickest skin?"

After some thought, Hua Dianzi said, "It’s either cowhide or bear hide; it can’t be pigs’ skin."

The man laughed, "Wrong—it’s your thick-skinned face, Hua Dianzi!"

Everyone burst into laughter, while Hua Dianzi didn’t seem to care.

Lady Wu despised Hua Dianzi but didn’t have the heart to turn him away at such an event. After hearing from Qian Manhe that Hua Qiang was really not bad, having continued to help search for people despite cutting his leg deeply and bleeding profusely in the darkness, she sent Qian Xiaolei to specifically invite Hua Qiang over.

Two days later, Qian Hua returned. The pastry shop in the provincial city had opened, and Lady Wei stayed on as the head chef to train apprentices before returning.

Qian Hua had brought back two people knowledgeable in lotus farming, and several of them began to plant lotuses in the ponds. The Qian family gathered around, watching with interest, while Yixiu stayed in her small hut, recuperating. She had no interest in ordinary lotuses; instead, she pondered how to buy more land, hire more people, and how to cultivate and market Golden Flower Lotus (a name she coined) subtly and quietly.