Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 288 - 184: Father and Daughter_2

Chapter 288: Chapter 184: Father and Daughter_2

When his daughter was little, she would also ask him, and he would make excuses, saying, "A girl should be virtuous and gentle; if there’s nothing else to do, just practice your needlework more."

Unexpectedly, the daughter actually had Sister who took care of her ask for an embroideress with excellent skills to teach her embroidery...

A flurry of footsteps interrupted his contemplation.

A handsome man in his twenties entered the room and bowed, saying, "Father, Grandfather is inviting you to Crane Year Hall for the New Year’s feast."

Pan Zi’an nodded and responded, "Oh," after a moment.

Pan Yang looked around the room, his eyes stung by the omnipresent pearls. A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corners of his mouth, and without waiting for his father, he strode out of the room.

Watching his son’s retreating figure, Pan Zi’an thought of his daughter’s untimely death, his son’s distance, his old father’s misunderstanding of him, and his own political ambitions from childhood that could never be realized... and yet he did not like any of the three renowned hats—son-in-law to the emperor, learned scholar, beautiful man—but seemed unable to shed them.

This life truly was a failure.

Exiting Qinghui Pavilion, he crossed a flower path, passed several pavilions and towers, walked along a cloister, and arrived at the side door that led to both Rongen Earl Mansion and Pan Mansion.

Rongen Earl Mansion and Pan Mansion were separated by a wall, with Pan Mansion to the west and Rongen Earl Mansion to the east. Originally, Rongen Earl Mansion and Princess Mansion were combined, and after Princess Zi Yang died, even though many royal belongings were taken by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the mansion remained intact.

As soon as he passed through the side door, he saw the delicate Maternal Aunt Ye standing under a few bamboos. Seeing Pan Zi’an approach, Maternal Aunt Ye hurried forward a few steps, curtsying and began to speak, "Lord..." but then stopped herself.

Pan Zi’an stopped and said, "You go back first, I’ll visit you in a few days." With those words, he strode off towards Crane Year Hall.

Maternal Aunt Ye was staring at Pan Zi’an’s retreating figure when she heard the "squeak" of the side door being closed behind her.

Maternal Aunt Ye glanced at the vermilion door and returned to her own courtyard.

Pan Zi’an arrived at the main hall of Crane Year Hall and went around a twelve-sided floral and bird screen. Sitting on the Purple Sandalwood Arhat Bed in the center were two elderly individuals with half-white hair—his father, Assistant Pan, Scholar Pan, and his mother, Old Madam Pan. The official chairs on either side were filled with people; it seemed they were only waiting for him.

Pan Zi’an stood on the Persian carpet in front of his parents and bowed, saying, "I have kept Father and Mother waiting."

Pan Cige grunted, "If you knew we’d been waiting, you should’ve come sooner. On the thirtieth day, you barely made it home and still needed multiple invitations."

Pan Zi’an bowed again, saying, "I am unfilial for causing Father and Mother to worry."

A three-year-old boy sitting on an embroidered stool by the side, Nuonuo, spoke up, "Don’t blame my grandfather, he wasn’t playing around, he must have been thinking of my aunt."

The wet nurse behind him, frightened, quickly knelt down and whispered a few words in his ear, and the little boy pouted, falling silent.

Assistant Pan grew even angrier, "What’s the use of thinking now? What were you doing earlier?"

Old Madam quickly intervened, smiling and saying, "Oh, as soon as the son arrives, the Old Great-grandpa starts with these unpleasantries. Alright, it’s the New Year, let everybody be happy." She then said to Pan Zi’an, "It’s good that you’re back, come and sit down."

Pan Zi’an then took his place on the empty official chair to the left.

After a brief moment of chatting and laughter, everyone moved to the western hall for the New Year’s feast.

Meanwhile, far away at the foot of Xishi Mountain in Ji’an Province, there was bustling excitement. At the entrance of Guiyuan, large red lanterns were hung high, and the sounds of firecrackers and children’s laughter could be heard from the courtyard from time to time.

Now, not only the Servants were living in the rooms behind the large courtyard, but also the families of four married workers had moved in here. With the place bustling with people and some extra money in their hands, it was naturally lively.

In recognition of the workers, Qian Yixiu suggested that for the New Year, they should distribute year-end bonuses to the staff to ensure they had a prosperous and joyful celebration, so they could work even better the following year. Grandfather Sangui adopted this suggestion, not only giving out red envelopes but also distributing rice, flour, oil, pastries, and sausages, which delighted the Servants and workers.

However, the rewards for Servants and workers were still different. Just like in state-owned enterprises or public institutions of the past life, there was a difference between staff on the inside and those outside. Servants received more, and workers received less.

Even though it was less, it was still much better than the workers’ previous lives. Nowadays, many households without land were eagerly seeking to enter Money Landlord’s House and become workers.

That’s the appeal of generous employee benefits—everyone wants to join, while also putting pressure on the Qian family’s workers to perform well, as there’s already a long line of people waiting to take their place.