Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 284 - 183 Contrast_1

Chapter 284: Chapter 183 Contrast_1

There was only one fine set of cosmetics left. Qian Yixiu, having taken the Smooth Fragrance Rouge for herself, gave the Jade Fragrance Rouge to Grandma Wu, the Gold Lotus Dew to her little mother, and the Golden Lotus Rouge to her little aunt.

She had considered giving two items to Huang Yue’e, but on second thought, decided against it. Even if she could ensure Huang Yue’e wouldn’t reveal the secret, she couldn’t guarantee the same for those around her. Huang Wanchun was a shrewd businessman always on the lookout for profit, and becoming the target of his attention was not a pleasant prospect. The mishap with their Gold Lotus Roots, a temporary lapse in caution and vaunting, had led to irrevocable and substantial losses.

What remained were three bottles of the Lotus Fragrant Dew suited for men.

Qian Yixiu took one bottle to offer to Master Sangui. Grandfather Sangui reacted as if he had come across a hilariously strange affair and laughed heartily while waving his hands dismissively, saying, "That’s for young noblemen to enjoy. I’m just an old peasant, if I used it, I’d be the laughing stock."

Even Grandma Wu laughed along, saying, "I can’t believe Yixiu would think of giving this to your granddad. If he goes out smelling all fragrant, he’ll scare everyone off."

Grandfather Sangui replied jokingly, and rather unusually, "It’s not that smelling nice would scare people, if it were the scent of fragrant braised pork or duck, it wouldn’t frighten anyone. But if it’s the scent of fragrant dew, that’s another story."

Ha ha ha ha...

Watching Grandfather Sangui, Grandma Wu, and Auntie Manxia all grinning and laughing without end, Qian Yixiu rolled her eyes and walked away.

No wonder they say it takes three generations to cultivate a noble. Even if Master Sangui was wealthy, he could only be considered a Township Kun or landlord at best. Grandma Wu was merely the landlord’s wife, and Auntie Manxia was the landlord’s young lady.

Her beautiful little mother, confused to the point of not even recalling her own surname, still emanated that fairy-like otherworldly charm, aspiring to cultivate her daughter with finesse.

It was an ingrained, deep-seated consciousness issue.

However, her own status as a red-blooded little peasant from both past and present lives might disappoint her little mother. She truly struggled to control her loud voice and couldn’t always ensure that not a speck of dirt marred the soles of her shoes.

Currently, even as she learned calligraphy from Mr. Graduate, this teacher had a persona that bespoke neither the traits of nobility nor restraint, but instead an openness surpassing that of ordinary folks.

Once the little lad had finished his lessons, Qian Yixiu hurried to give it to him. The little lad pursed his lips, shaking his head, "Why would sister give me this? I’m still too young for it," epitomizing the posture of one rejecting the allure of the Bad Auntie.

She then presented it to Mr. Yu, who haughtily declined, "I do not fancy that concoction."

Just when a dejected Qian Yixiu was about to leave, Mr. Yu stopped her, reluctantly taking the fragrance dew, muttering, "Fine, take it, perhaps there will be use for it in the future."

With much difficulty, Qian Yixiu managed to distribute one bottle and stashed the remaining two at the bottom of the chest.

Auntie and Lady Wu might have found the scent of the cosmetics pleasant and the application smooth on their skin, but they had no idea of its true quality.

It was different for her little mother. Upon opening the fragrance dew and sniffing it and then dabbing a bit of the Fragrance grease on the back of her hand, she exclaimed in amazement, "Yixiu, where did you buy these fragrance dew and grease? They are wonderful, even better than the Fragrance grease and powder from Ai Shulin."

What in the world was Ai Shulin? Little mother would occasionally come up with such novel terms. Qian Yixiu had no desire to inquire further; even if it concerned the Royal Family’s backyard, it was no longer relevant to her current little mother. She simply smiled, "As long as mother likes it. Once it’s finished, I’ll buy more for mother."

Her little mother’s eyes smiled into crescents at her words.

She gave the slightly lesser quality set, a box of Jade Fragrance Rouge, to Qian Mandie, claiming it was purchased in the provincial city. The rest she gave to Qian Xiaoyu, warning her to keep it secret and not to give it away.

The young girl hesitated, wanting to speak, but Qian Yixiu, understanding as always, added, "You can give it to family, just make sure they keep tight-lipped about it."

The young girl nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment.

With the arrival of winter, Qian Sangui once again confined himself indoors, not daring to venture out. Although he was continuously taking medicines, he was at least able to move about on his own and receive reports from Servants.

Meanwhile, Dashan spent even more time staying up in the mountains with Monkey Brother, Benben, and Tiaotiao. They had been gone for eight days now and still hadn’t returned.

Monkey Brother had grown significantly taller and become even more robust, displaying immense strength as he carried Qian Yeejin up trees for fun. Qian Yixiu also wished to be carried by him, but she refrained, fearing it might upset her little mother.

That day, Huaxi Village welcomed its first snowfall of the season. The snow wasn’t heavy, but it fell continuously from the previous night until the next day, leaving a thin layer on the ground, rooftops, and trees. Ji’an Province, being situated in the central southern part of Daqian, rarely experienced heavy snowfalls, and even light snows like this were uncommon.