Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 197 - 149: Heartache for My Daughter_2

Chapter 197: Chapter 149: Heartache for My Daughter_2

Lady Wu was delighted, creating delectable food in various styles. Sometimes, she even asked someone to invite Wan Erniu over, saying it’s hard for him to cook all by himself at home.

Wan Erniu hinted that Uncle Wan wasn’t getting any younger and couldn’t be a hunter forever. It was fine to occasionally go into the mountains to collect some game, but the main focus should be on the family’s fields, taking good care of the crops. They had earned some silver up north before, and had had a good haul from hunting since returning home. A few days ago, they bought more than a dozen acres of farmland, so now they had twenty acres of farmland and fifteen of standard land. With so much property, they were considered well-to-do in the countryside.

Upon hearing their plans, both Qian Sangui and his wife were secretly pleased.

Even Qian Yijin quietly said to Qian Yixiu, "I can see it now, Uncle Wan wants to be our uncle-in-law. I think he’s a good man, capable, with property, and he’s also polite, a true gentleman."

Qian Yixiu couldn’t help but nod, unable to deny that the youngster’s judgment was on point.

Auntie didn’t need Qian Yixiu to remind her to apply fragrance grease anymore, meticulously applying it to her face and hands every day. Although her fingers were still somewhat thick, the skin on her hands had become much whiter and tender.

That morning, Auntie and Qian Xiaoyu wanted to go to town to buy fragrant balm, and Lady Wu stuffed an oil gourd into a basket, asking them to bring back five jin of vegetable oil on their way. Qian Yixiu hadn’t been to town for fun in a long time, so she made a fuss to go along.

Since she had no money, she coaxed Qian Sangui into giving her some, and he, with a smile, let Lady Wu hand her fifty copper plates.

Qian Yixiu thought it was too little and, tugging at Qian Sangui’s clothes, said, "I want to buy my mother some fragrant balm, how could fifty wen money be enough?"

Lady Wu replied, "How is it not enough? I’ve even seen fragrant balm selling for twenty wen a box."

Qian Yixiu pouted and said, "How can I use that kind of low-quality fragrant balm that’s neither fragrant nor stinky for my beautiful mother?"

Helpless, Lady Wu had to give her another small silver piece. She thought about taking back the fifty wen money in copper plates, but Qian Yixiu had already tucked it into her purse.

Upon reaching the town, they first visited the shop that sold rouge and face powder. Qian Manxia and Qian Xiaoyu each picked a box of fragrant balm and a box of rouge, eighty wen for the fragrant balm and a hundred wen for the rouge, both of moderate price.

Qian Yixiu directly asked for the most expensive Lotus Perfume Cream in the shop, costing two hundred and fifty wen money.

The shopkeeper saw Qian Yixiu’s pained little face wrinkling up and laughed, "This Perfumer Workshop is new, and one of my relatives just so happens to work there as an accountant, which is why I got these few boxes to sell at a discount. I heard that the ingredients for this fragrant balm, the sleeping lotus and Qing Quan water, are specially collected from deep in the mountains and remain untainted by worldly filth, even better than the fragrances from Dew Fragrance Store in the provincial city. But it’s not well-known yet, so the price is still low; once it becomes popular, it won’t be available for this price."

It sounded as fantastic as something from Cave Sky Pool.

Qian Yixiu opened the small box and took a sniff, the aroma was light and clear, indeed nicer than other fragrance greases. It was worth it for the value, even if it cost more. Without hesitation, she pulled out a silver piece and added the fifty wen money. Although she became a penniless pauper again, her smile still curved her eyes. A beauty like her mother deserved to use the best skincare products.

When Qian Manxia saw her niece spending money so generously, she initially wanted to scold her. But after what the shopkeeper said, she also hesitated about whether or not to buy the finest fragrant balm.

These days, Qian Manxia had a good sum of private money, but having been frugal for so long, she struggled with the decision, and even with her little niece egging her on, she ultimately couldn’t bring herself to buy the most expensive kind.

Qian Xiaoyu, on the other hand, did want to buy it, but considering the family’s current situation, which was not as affluent as before, she put the idea to rest.

Qian Manxia was a good girl; she couldn’t bear to spend money on herself but was heartbroken for her niece. As soon as they left the shop, she spent five wen money to buy Qian Yixiu a serving of Erliu Town’s famous snack, brown sugar rice cakes. The five rice cakes rolled in soybean flour were drizzled with diluted brown sugar and wrapped in a bamboo leaf, with a small bamboo skewer inserted on top.

With one hand holding the bamboo leaf and the other the bamboo skewer, Qian Yixiu ate as she accompanied her aunt to the other end of the street to the oil shop. There were two oil shops in town; one belonged to Qian Mandie’s husband’s family, called Yang Oil Shop. There was also Sun Oil Shop.

Qian Manxia didn’t like the people of the Yang family, so she didn’t enter Yang Oil Shop but decided to head to Sun Oil Shop up ahead. They had almost passed Yang Oil Shop when a voice called out from inside, "Auntie Xia, are you here to buy oil?"

It was Qian Mandie’s husband, Yang Youfu. He had noticed the oil gourd in the basket on Qian Xiaoyu’s back.