Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 262 - 174 Unforeseen Results_2

Chapter 262: Chapter 174 Unforeseen Results_2

Just as she had finally mastered the difficult Peach Needle, she arrived at the doorway only to find that her daughter had turned into a little lunatic. Her hair was a mess, and there were a few blades of grass sticking to it. Her face was sweaty, with black soot on the tip of her nose. Her clothes, dress, and shoes were all covered with dirt and grass. She didn’t walk like a young lady; she either ran or hopped.

Her daughter was still in the courtyard, and her loud voice calling for Zi Zhu carried into the small courtyard.

Cheng Yue was taken aback by the sight of her daughter, then covered her face with a handkerchief and started sobbing. She blamed herself for not disciplining her daughter properly, and lamented that she had let down her mother, and let down Brother Jiang. She also ordered Qian Xiaoyu to spank Zi Zhu ten times on the palm and deducted two months of her allowance.

A beauty’s tears are pitiful to behold.

The sound of sobbing was unbearable for Qian Yixiu, who quickly went to her mother to admit her mistakes and promised not to repeat them, but she couldn’t console her. Her mother ran back to the bed in the left wing and continued crying, not listening to any of her daughter’s explanations.

Seeing her crying like this, the rest of the family was terrified. Lady Wu and Qian Manxia tried to comfort her inside the small room, while Qian Sangui persuaded from outside the window, but none could console her.

Cheng Yue had become fixated, blaming herself for being negligent with her daughter, and the more she cried, the sadder she became, close to fainting. This frightened Qian Yixiu into crying along with her.

The commotion had grown quite large, and had even attracted both Elder Mr. Yu and Qian Yijin from the main courtyard.

Qian Yijin also ran into the small room to persuade Cheng Yue.

After listening to everyone’s persuasion, Elder Mr. Yu roughly understood why Cheng Yue was so upset: she was blaming herself for raising her daughter so roughly.

Raising a daughter delicately is the way of wealthy families.

Elder Mr. Yu had always felt that Cheng Yue didn’t resemble a farmer’s daughter, and now he was even more convinced of his belief. He just didn’t know which wealthy family had lost such a beautiful girl and kept the news so tightly concealed. His analysis was that the most likely scenario was that she was the daughter of some condemned criminal, who had injured her mind while fleeing and was rescued by this family.

Although the mother might be simple-minded, her daughter was exceedingly clever. This little girl won his heart; she was intelligent, quick-witted, and quirky, who even his own little apprentice often fell for her tricks.

Especially her ideas about creating a large-scale comprehensive ecological park that integrated agriculture, animal husbandry, sightseeing, and holidaying seemed very innovative and visionary. Even the names she proposed for various places, though blunt and straightforward, had a subtle charm upon reflection. For a little girl not yet eight years of age to think of these things was quite remarkable.

He then said through the window, "Little Wife Qian, your girl Yixiu is bright and spirited. I see in her uncut jade, and I wish to teach her. What do you say? Although I dare not guarantee that she will become a leading talented woman in the future, it is certainly much better than letting her run wild in the countryside."

Cheng Yue had seen Elder Mr. Yu’s calligraphy and knew that under his tutelage, Qian Yijin was making rapid progress. Hearing his words, she stopped crying, lowered the handkerchief covering her face, and asked with teary, bleary eyes, "Really?"

"Really," Elder Mr. Yu nodded affirmatively.

While he was willing, Qian Yixiu was not. She’d only follow Elder Mr. Yu in all that pedantic learning if she had eaten too much. Why waste precious time in a study when she had already spent over a decade in school in her previous life, and often watched various lectures to be considered a modern-day Graduate.

If she was to learn skills such as embroidery, she had no reason to object, as women in this world were all expected to do needlework. But following a teacher to study scholarly topics was out of the question.

So she shook her head like a bobble-head, "I’m not going to take the Graduate exams. I don’t want to study academics. Besides, I’m just a country girl and have no desire to be a talented woman."

Elder Mr. Yu said, "You’re a little girl, why would I teach you scholarly subjects? I want to teach you how to write. ’The book is the heart’s painting.’ A person of good character writes with elegance, and the reverse is also true," he added gruffly, "It is not arrogance to say that there are few whom I am truly willing to teach. Now, I have taken a liking to teaching, and yet you, little miss, are unwilling."

Learning calligraphy is just like a calligraphy hobby class, right? Moreover, Elder Mr. Yu’s calligraphy is indeed excellent.

Qian Yixiu then said, "If it’s just learning to write, it wouldn’t need to be as much as my brother, studying eight hours every day, right?"

"If you want to study that long, I wouldn’t endure teaching you," Elder Mr. Yu replied, "Just one lesson a day, each lasting half an hour. But you must also practice writing for one to two hours every day yourself."