Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 251 - 169: Hunting_2

Chapter 251: Chapter 169: Hunting_2

Qian Yixiu approached Zhang Yang and asked, "Who are Little General Li and Little General Huo?"

Zhang Yang replied, "I’m not familiar with them. Yesterday they suddenly went to Daci Temple, saying they had specially requested a few days off to spend some time with Young Master Liang. My father and I were also at Daci Temple burning incense, and Young Master Liang introduced us to them. According to Young Master Liang, both of them hold the position of deputy lieutenant in the military with the rank of Seventh Rank. Their families are originally from Capital City, and after the war ended two years ago, they were transferred to Xizhou Province. Hearing that your family has White Wolf, they thought of coming to see it and, by the way, to go hunting in the mountains."

Qian Yixiu sighed, "They’re just a couple of kids, how did they become Seventh-rank Officials?"

Her own father-in-law had fought life and death battles for many years, and by the time of his death, he was just a Seventh Rank military commander, yet he was still the fastest promoted soldier among all those who went to fight from Xishan County.

Zhang Yang said with a smile, "Little General Li is the son of General Li, and Little General Huo is the son of Lieutenant General Huo."

Qian Yixiu had already guessed that they were relying on their fathers’ positions as officials to get ahead. However, she still felt that the speed of their promotion was too quick, looking no more than seventeen, about the same age as the mature-looking Uncle Liang.

Zhang Yang, seeing what was on her mind, chuckled, "Don’t underestimate them; they’ve both earned their stripes on the battlefield."

Qian Yixiu exclaimed in surprise, "They were so young, weren’t they under ten years old when the war started?"

Zhang Yang explained, "They went to the battlefield in the year before the war was about to end."

Qian Yixiu pursed her lips and said, "Then they definitely knew the war was about to end and that victory was near, so they went to grab some military merits." She then spoke with a touch of sadness, "Actually, it’s always been this way throughout the dynasties; when danger arises, the poor folk’s children will bravely charge to the forefront. But as the danger nears its end, a lot of officials’ sons will come out to snatch merits and ranks. All those who died, they paved the way for these people..."

In their records of service, there might even be the achievements of her father-in-law.

Guessing she was thinking of her deceased father, Zhang Yang also sighed and fell silent.

Sitting to the side, Lady Wu softly spoke, "Since those two junior generals have been to the battlefield and are officials, might they know Manjiang, what exactly happened to his disappearance?"

Qian Sangui sighed, "With a hundred thousand troops on the front lines, how could it be such a coincidence that they would know Manjiang?" He hesitated, then added, "Well, when they come back, should we ask around?"

The Little Divine Doctor rarely visited, so Qian Yixiu asked him to check Cheng Yue’s pulse again. Ever since she returned from the provincial city, her stepmother often woke up crying from her dreams, calling out "Yixiu, Yixiu."

Qian Yixiu called her stepmother under the peach tree, where Zhang Yang took her pulse.

Zhang Yang said that her body did not have any major issues, just some overthinking leading to qi deficiency and spleen deficiency, and he asked if her sleep was poor.

Indeed, a divine doctor! Just as Qian Yixiu was about to say that it was indeed poor sleep, she saw her stepmother open her mouth, glanced at her, then hesitated to speak.

Clearly wanting to say something behind her back? When did her stepmother become so cunning, even knowing to speak behind others? The key point was that it was behind her back, which was very annoying.

Qian Yixiu walked away with an extremely reluctant pout.

Zhang Yang whispered with a low chuckle, "Sister-in-law Qian, please speak freely."

His tone was gentle, soft, and his smile as warm as the gentle spring sun.

Cheng Yue spoke hesitantly in a low voice, "The father-in-law and mother-in-law both say Doctor Xiao Zhang is a divine doctor, so I wanted to ask if I have some kind of illness." Seeing Zhang Yang listen attentively, she continued, "When I sleep at night, I often see Yixiu sitting in the room doing embroidery. But that room isn’t our little house, and the clothes Yixiu wears are so beautiful... Her fingers are pricked by many needles, but she still insists on embroidering. I keep persuading her, yet she ignores me." Cheng Yue’s eyes brimmed with tears, "It’s so painful to watch, so painful... But why is it like this? Yixiu clearly doesn’t embroider during the day. I’m afraid to tell them, in case they think I’m sick again... Yueyue is not sick, Yueyue is not silly, all of this is real, it’s true."

Cheng Yue stared blankly at Zhang Yang, afraid that he wouldn’t believe her or would think she was ill.

Zhang Yang looked down and pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said in a low voice with a chuckle, "Sister-in-law Qian certainly isn’t sick. What you saw at night of Yixiu embroidering isn’t real, nor is it an illusion; you were dreaming. Everyone dreams, I dream, Third Uncle Qian, Yixiu, Jinwa, they all dream. It’s said that what one broods over during the day, one will dream of at night. Perhaps during the daytime, you might have thought of teaching Yixiu embroidery, and so at night, you dream of Yixiu embroidering."