Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 244 - 165 Good Person_3

Chapter 244: Chapter 165 Good Person_3

Wan Dazhong’s dark face flushed red, and he hurriedly said, "Yixiu is talking nonsense, Uncle Wan doesn’t really like any specific girl. Uncle Wan is just happy... heh heh..."

Qian Hua shook his head and laughed.

He and Lady Wei were about to take these people on an ox cart and leave a day early, setting off tomorrow. Upon reaching Xishan County, they would arrange for these people to stay at an inn. Qian Sangui had also asked him to find a shop and a house in the county, one to serve as the office for the Jinxiu Embroidery Workshop, and the other as a temporary stopover for the family when visiting the county town.

Because Qian Hua was leaving early, he had Wan Dazhong take Su Siwu back to Qian Sigui’s house, where from now on, he would be dedicated to serving Qian Sangui exclusively.

On the way home, Qian Yijin even bought Old Woman Qian a pine wood walking stick.

Qian Sangui was extremely satisfied with the courtyard and had already spoken with the owner. He was going to pay the silver and handle the deed later this afternoon. These matters were handled by Qian Sigui.

After renting the courtyard, Qian Sigui began to leave early and return late, overseeing the renovation of the house. Without an accounting room, he remembered every transaction very clearly.

On the 26th of the month, after a long internal struggle, Qian Sangui still went to the Armed Escort Bureau. The Armed Escort Bureau could be considered a place of heartache for him; filled with confidence at first, he had wanted to earn a good living for his parents and children by running escorts, only to nearly lose his own life.

He specifically put on a silk robe and headscarf, bought new clothes for the boy servant Su Siwu, and with six boxes of Old Brother pastries, rode a donkey cart to the bureau. It was only after darkness had completely fallen that he was drunkenly escorted back by the people from the bureau.

After dinner, dressed in a small robe and wearing a square scarf, and with four boxes of Old Brother pastries, Qian Yijin cheerfully set out for the Di Mansion with Wan Dazhong accompanying him.

When the little boy returned, his excitement was far from the level he had after meeting Sir Di the day before, and he even seemed somewhat dejected.

"What’s wrong, were you denied entrance by the gatekeeper, so you didn’t get to see Sir Di?" Qian Yixiu asked.

"No," Qian Yijin said, "I did see Sir Di... Mr. Zhang said that Sir Di is a man of great moral character, strict with himself, and fully committed to his official duties. Although he holds a high position and has a handsome appearance, he has never thought of dismissing his wife who has shared his hardships. Compared to those who spout moral values but act differently, he is truly distinct and deserves our respect and learning. However, while Sir Di was explaining things to me, Old Lady Di came into the study and complained of a neck pain, asking Sir Di to massage it. Sir Di asked her to go back to the inner courtyard first, saying he would join her shortly to attend to her neck. But the old madam didn’t want to leave, saying what was there to fear from a male child? She sat down beside me, and Sir Di stood up to massage her neck for a moment, all the while she was humming and groaning. That behavior was truly..." He didn’t manage to bring himself to say the words "crass and unrefined," for after all, that was his idol’s mother.

After a pause, he continued, "When the Old Madam left, she even gifted me a purse containing five wen money. Afterwards, Sir Di continued to solve my confusions as if nothing had happened. Ah, his life is really not easy..."

The little boy was conflicted, finding Old Woman Di crude and lacking womanly virtue, yet he couldn’t say that his idol’s indulgence of his mother was wrong. After all, a son doesn’t find his mother ugly, and a dog doesn’t scorn its impoverished home.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he wandered off to space out. It was only Wan Dazhong who urged him to rest soon as they had to wake up early the next day to return to the countryside.

Di Shu’s mother was an atypical exemplar; she had raised her son alone as a widow and had scrimped and saved to send him to school. Her son made her proud, having been selected as a top scholar and becoming an official, rising to a third-rank position.

The Old Lady Di was proud and would often flaunt her presence in front of guests, showing off how fortunate she was and how filial her son was. While she didn’t commit grand treacheries or heinous acts, her coarseness, impulsiveness, miserliness, and lack of insight often led her to become the butt of jokes.

Di Shu was aware that his mother was a source of ridicule and had tried to change her. But whenever he mentioned it, she would burst into tears, lamenting her hardships. Unable to do anything about it, Di Shu simply let her be.

He didn’t have affection for his wife, eight years his senior, who had been a child bride, nor did he take in concubines or keep a mistress like other men. Even when his wife took the initiative to suggest taking a concubine for him, he refused. The couple were absolutely courteous to each other, even suppressing their most primal urges.

Di Shu was seen as a good man by everyone, to the point where even his political adversaries couldn’t find a smear against his character. He paid extreme attention to his so-called image, wanting to be seen as a highly principled, self-disciplined official or a good man, which is why his life seemed so exhausting.

Really, trying to be a good person that everyone praises is very difficult, very exhausting. It’s the same in every era.