Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 252 - 169 Hunting_3

Chapter 252: Chapter 169 Hunting_3

Cheng Yue laughed upon hearing this, "Of course, I indeed thought about teaching Yixiu how to embroider during the day."

Zhang Yang laughed again, "That’s it, you thought about it too much during the day, and at night you had this dream, which is very normal. Yixiu is still young, and I’m afraid she might prick her fingers; it’s not too late to teach her in a few years. Don’t think about this matter anymore. Let me give you another acupuncture treatment and prescribe a few doses of medicine to help you sleep, then you won’t have this dream again."

Cheng Yue, reassured by the Little Divine Doctor’s words and realizing she wasn’t sick, smiled with relief and let Zhang Yang give her the acupuncture treatment very willingly.

Afterward, Zhang Yang quietly told Yixiu about Cheng Yue’s words. He also wrote a prescription and asked them to send someone to Baohe Hall to fetch the medicine tomorrow.

Yixiu thought her little aunt’s dream was so strange—she had never embroidered flowers before. Thinking about the different room and clothes, it was probably from her little aunt’s childhood. Her little aunt’s embroidery was so good; she must have started at a very young age. Looking at her necklace, she must have been born into a wealthy family, so why was she made to embroider flowers at such a young age and even got her fingers full of needle pricks?

Because the Little Monk and Uncle Liang both liked glutinous rice with honeyed lotus roots, Qian Sangui asked Su Sanwu to pick a few dozen lotus roots from the lake.

The lotus roots planted at home were the pink-flowered variety, which would not be plump and sticky until after November. Although they were small now, they were still edible.

Lady Wu personally cooked and made several vegetarian dishes the Little Monk enjoyed.

In the afternoon, Qian Sangui and Lady Wu began to worry about the accommodations for these noblemen again. Hongji could share a room with Yeejin, and since Zhang Yang had previously stayed in their home, they could make room for him as well. It was the other few that were difficult to place.

Not to mention that their own small courtyard didn’t have many rooms, there were also Cheng Yue and Qian Manxia, two young women in the family, which made it really inconvenient. The main courtyard was where the servants lived; boy servants could stay there, but it was not suitable for distinguished guests.

Yixiu said, "They could stay at Uncle Wan’s house. He has over a dozen rooms and only two people living there. Those people could go and each have a room to themselves."

Qian Sangui then sent Qian Sanwu to ask. After returning, Su Sanwu said, "Grandpa Wan said there’s no problem with staying but not enough bedding."

Upon hearing this, Qian Sangui had Lady Wu gather up some of their better bedding and sent Su Sanwu and Cai Xiaohua with it to the Wan family to help set things up.

In the evening, Lady Wu made several more vegetarian dishes, and the family ate dinner with the Little Monk and Zhang Yang.

The young noblemen had been hunting all day and certainly needed meat and drink.

After dinner, they invited the Little Monk to Cheng Yue’s room in the eastern wing. Lady Wu then led Lady He to the kitchen to busy themselves frying and stewing, preparing meals for the young noblemen and the boy servants.

The autumn night was high, deep, and serene; the bright full moon hung in the sky, and the moonlight, like water, poured down, illuminating the earth brightly.

Qian Sangui and his group, including Yixiu, sat in the courtyard chatting, anxiously waiting for those who had gone hunting.

The Little Monk didn’t come out; the smell of meat that filled the courtyard even made him feel guilty.

Yijin was eagerly discussing with him about their idol, Sir Di.

Suddenly, a long howl of a wolf came through the air, followed by the sound of horseshoes, and the laughter of men with raucous voices.

Old man Cai opened the door; the Dashan family rushed into the courtyard first, followed by the White Wolf. Then, those men came in, carrying their spoils of the hunt.

They were all in high spirits. Little General Li, with a wide grin, said, "That was awesome. I’ll come back here to hunt another time."

They dropped their spoils in the center of the courtyard—a considerable number indeed, with over a dozen hares, over a dozen pheasants, a wild goat, and even a large wild boar.

The Little Monk glanced out the window briefly and then closed his eyes, bringing his hands together, murmuring, "Amitabha, my sin, my sin. Amitabha, my sin, my sin..."

After washing up, the dinner with the wine and dishes was served. The several masters dined at a table with Wan Dazhong, and as the host, Yeejin also joined them. The boy servants sat at another table.

Uncle Liang also invited Qian Sangui to join the table, but he declined, saying he couldn’t eat much at night.

The Dashan family of four had already eaten their fill in the mountains; after being cleaned up by Su Erwu and others, they returned to their small room to rest.

Monkey Brother squeezed out from the eastern wing room. It hadn’t eaten meat at noon or in the evening, which made it uncomfortable.

It dragged a stool over and squeezed itself between Yeejin and Wan Dazhong, climbed onto the stool, and started eating meat. From time to time, it would even snatch Wan Dazhong’s bowl of wine and take a big gulp, smacking its lips contentedly, causing the young noblemen to burst into laughter.

Worried Monkey Brother might get drunk and cause trouble, Yeejin advised him against it, but Monkey Brother paid no heed and continued to grab drinks. When Wan Dazhong refused to give more, it even tried to take by force.

Yeejin said, "If you grab again, I’ll call my sister over."

Upon hearing this, Monkey Brother finally behaved himself.