Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 236 - 163: Coincidental Encounter with an Idol_1

Chapter 236: Chapter 163: Coincidental Encounter with an Idol_1

Qian Yijin and his sister Qian Yixiu followed Liang Jinzhao and the others out of the private room, with Wan Dazhong trailing behind, one hand carrying wine, and the other a cloth bag of marinated dishes.

What they didn’t know was that Zhang Yang’s heart was bleeding. In the past, during such events, it was the servants following behind who would pack everything up and bring it to their homes, but unfortunately, today they had encountered a few paupers.

He wasn’t particularly sad about the few marinated dishes, but rather about the tribute wine "Blue flower brew," which he had yet to find a buyer for, despite having two hundred taels of silver in hand.

The moment they stepped out of the door, they bumped into Huang Wanchun, followed by Maternal Aunt Fang and Huang Yuexian.

Huang Wanchun stepped forward to greet them with a clasped fist, then called his daughter Huang Yuexian over, and said to both Liang and Song, "This is my daughter, Yuexian."

Huang Yuexian gave them a graceful and respectful bow, saying, "Yuexian has the honor to meet Young Master Liang and Young Master Song."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, like that of a golden oriole in the woods.

Seeing Huang Yuexian behave in such a way, Qian Yixiu felt a bit amused, thinking to herself, please don’t fall in love at first sight, because what you see at first may very well be an illusion.

Liang Jinzhao and Song Huaijin both nodded politely and greeted her, "Miss Huang."

They did not take another look at Huang Yuexian, which caused her a bit of disappointment.

Huang Wanchun chatted with them for a while more, trying to make small talk before Liang and Song could finally excuse themselves and head toward the staircase.

Qian Yixiu was the last to leave. Looking back, she saw Huang Yuexian’s longing gaze following Uncle Liang’s figure, forward, forward, forward...

In Qian Yixiu’s view, Zhang Yang was the best choice for a husband—gentle in person, simple at home, and well-off. Uncle Liang, being the scion of an aristocratic family, was certainly of much nobler status. But to enter the deep and complicated world of a marquis clan when one doesn’t match in social rank is no easy feat.

The naïve girl obviously hadn’t inherited her father’s shrewdness.

The moment Liang Jinzhao and his group started down the stairs, they immediately encountered a few middle-aged men who looked like officials. Even without their formal attire, their aura of authority was apparent.

The person walking in the center cut an impressive figure, carried himself with dignity, and wore a purplish round-necked long robe, with a square cap on his head. This was none other than Sir Di, Di Shu, the idol of countless farmer’s sons including Qian Yijin, whom Qian Yixiu had seen when she pretended to be a ghost.

It was rare for Di Shu to dine in a restaurant, and today it was because he and a few colleagues were hosting officials from the Capital City.

Upon seeing him, Liang Jinzhao and Song Huaijin immediately stopped in their tracks, bowed and greeted him, "Uncle Di."

Di Shu recognized the two young men, knowing they were the great-grandsons and the great-grandson-in-law of Old Man Song from the Imperial Court, and that Second Old Master Song had once taken them to the Di Mansion for a visit. He smiled and said, "Are the two young masters also here to dine?"

Before they could reply, Qian Yijin stepped forward from behind, dusted off his clothes, and with a deep bow, said, "Your humble servant Qian Yijin pays respects to Sir Di." His head lifted and with excitement added, "I’ve dreamed day and night of meeting Sir Di, and I didn’t expect that today my wish would finally come true." By the end of his speech, there was a catch in his voice.

Although Qian Yijin had never met Di Shu, Mr. Zhang had, and he had described him more than once. So, when he heard Liang Jinzhao and the others calling him Sir Di, he instinctively knew that this was Di Shu, their idol.

With his idol within reach, it was natural for Qian Yijin to seize the moment to express his innermost thoughts.

To show sincerity, he refrained from using his usual local dialect and instead spoke the not-so-standard Mandarin taught by Mr. Zhang.

Even Qian Yixiu was hearing her little brother speak Mandarin for the first time, and Liang Jinzhao and Song Huaijin were also taken aback.

Di Shu was taken aback and asked, "You are...?"

Collecting his thoughts, Qian Yijin continued loudly, "I, Qian Yijin, come from Huaxi Village in Xishan County. I greatly admire Sir Di’s talent and integrity and have always aspired to follow in your footsteps. With rigorous study and discipline, I aim to grow up and travel the path of the imperial examinations, to become a good official who can alleviate the Emperor’s worries, serve the Imperial Court, and be a champion for the people..."

The young boy’s lavish praises left Sir Di, who didn’t like flattery, somewhat stunned. Even though he felt he wasn’t quite that admirable, the heartfelt words from such a young child pleased him immensely.

Listening to her brother laying on the flattery so thick was too cringe-worthy for Qian Yixiu, but seeing her brother’s excitement, she wanted to help him. So she too stepped forward and spoke, "Ever since my brother started school, our teacher has been telling us about Sir Di’s struggle and success. Not just my brother, but all his classmates admire Sir Di tremendously. Their admiration for you is like the endless flow of a great river..."