Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 202 - 151: Knocking on the Door_1

Chapter 202: Chapter 151: Knocking on the Door_1

Old man Qian and the couple of Qian Dagui were both pleased when they heard Qian Sangui’s idea, as it would be perfect if Auntie Die could move out and live her own life.

Afterwards, they sent for Steward Wong from the Song family estate and invited Wang Lizheng and Wan Dazhong; the more people involved, the easier to handle affairs. Even the strong-willed Lady Wang wouldn’t dare to keep the family scandal to herself any longer. Her daughter was a victim of her own strength and vanity, so she let Old man Qian have Sister-in-law Lu invite people over.

Wang Lizheng and Wan Dazhong arrived without delay, while Steward Wong had gone to the provincial city, Wong Liang still gave face and came. Hearing what had happened, Wong Liang personally hurried to town with a cart drawn by oxen to invite Landlord Li to Qian’s Main Courtyard.

Landlord Li could be considered the most prestigious guest ever received by Qian’s Main Courtyard, and Old man Qian and his sons were highly spirited in hosting such an esteemed guest.

That evening, they were accompanied by Wong Liang, Wang Lizheng and his son, Wan Lizheng, and Wan Dazhong and his son. They invited Landlord Li for dinner and drinks and agreed that everyone present would go to the Yang family the next day to serve as witnesses for the Qian family and push the Old Yang family to divide their household.

Upon hearing this, Qian Yixiu was delighted. Her family was now considered to have a strong network and influence within a ten-mile radius. The Yang family was truly foolish, not realizing they had struck an iron plate.

The next morning, Cheng Yue seemed to feel a bit better. Seeing her daughter neatly dressed, with her shoes free of mud, she didn’t nag as she had the day before but just admonished her daughter to be clean, graceful, and not to run around everywhere.

Qian Yixiu breathed a sigh of relief.

After breakfast, Qian Sangui, his wife, and Qian Yeejin took the ox cart driven by Huang Tie to the village. Although Qian Manxia was concerned about Qian Mandie, it wasn’t proper for her, as a young lady, to get involved in such matters, so she could only do needlework at home with Qian Xiaoyu.

Cheng Yue was heading to the east wing to embroider, fearing her daughter might run about, and brought Qian Yixiu with her to practice simple knotting techniques.

Being watched over by her stepmother was indeed a tough task. Qian Yixiu pouted, sitting next to her stepmother and working on the knots with silk threads. Her small chubby hands kept twisting the threads, her brows furrowed together. She felt she truly wasn’t suited for a life of delicate confinement.

She preferred the vast open spaces, the freedom to soar in the sky. It was a good thing she had transmigrated into a farming story. Had it been a tale of domestic or palace intrigue, her plight would have been miserable. She didn’t like to strategize from one confined space to another. That feeling was like a canary moving from one cage to another; no matter how refined her life, she couldn’t take pleasure in it.

As Qian Yixiu was practicing her knotting, Old man Qian led the three Qian brothers along with Lady Wang, Lady Wu, and other relatives including Wong Liang, Wang Lizheng and his wife, Wan Dazhong, plus some younger relatives. Altogether more than twenty people, they filled five ox carts and formed a caravan headed to the Old Yang family in Erliu Town.

Considering they needed to intimidate Old Lady Yang, they also invited the robust and formidable Madam Hua. Although Madam Hua hadn’t interacted much with the Old Qian Family before, her eldest son now worked for Qian’s third wife, and she herself often helped Lady Wu with short-term labor. So when Lady Wu called for her, Madam Hua did not hesitate to come along.

The Old Yang family’s home, like many other shops, had its store up front and living quarters in the back, with the family normally using the back door for entry and exit.

When the group arrived at the back door of the Yang home, several young men stepped forward to knock.

Yang Youcai came to answer the door and was so frightened by the sight of so many visitors that his legs became weak. Wan Dazhong didn’t speak to him but simply pushed him aside as everyone surged into the small yard of the Yang household.

At that moment, Qian Mandie was splitting wood in the courtyard, her hair disheveled and a bruise on her left face still visible. Because she refused to give up more of her dowry, Old Lady Yang had punished her with hard labor, almost all household chores were hers alone to do.

Yang Youfu, feeling sorry for his wife, had just split two pieces of firewood for her when his mother called him inside, claiming to have chest pain and asking him to bring her some water. Before going to his mother’s room, he said to Qian Mandie, "Wife, just endure for now, it’ll be alright after we divide the property." Then he hurried to his mother’s room.

Qian Mandie, wiping her tears away, saw a crowd of people pouring into the yard. Her grandfather, parents, uncle, and big uncle, along with other relatives and friends.

Lady Wang, upon seeing her daughter in such a wretched state, became distressed and went over to her, crying while touching her face, asking, "My poor girl, who did this to you?"

Upon seeing her mother, Qian Mandie hugged her and cried, "It was my mother-in-law. She’s already taken so much of my dowry jewelry, and now she wants to take the remaining silver bracelets, silver hairpin, and silk fabrics for my sister-in-law’s dowry. I didn’t want to give them anymore, so she hit me and wouldn’t let me eat..."