Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 454 - 246 Brain Damage_2

Chapter 454: Chapter 246 Brain Damage_2

Wu Zhi chuckled and said, "That would be the best. Come on, let’s go under that tree and talk leisurely."

After hearing what that woman had to say, Wu Zhi also felt a surge of emotion and was extremely excited. My goodness, could it really be that Heaven had eyes, or was the Elder Princess protecting the Commandery Princess from the heavens?

But he didn’t dare take it lightly and sought out another woman to inquire...

Back at Guiyuan, Qian Yijin and Qian Yixiu returned to Wangjiang Building in high spirits. Whenever the Little Monk visited, Mr. Yu would make an exception and give them a day off, then he would go to the Wan family to drink with Grandpa Wan.

Just as Qian Yijin and Yixiu reached the second floor, they heard Cheng Yue reading their father’s love letter.

That love letter was like spiritual nourishment for their mother, who would take it out and read it whenever she had nothing else to do, and she always wanted to share it with others. She often read it to Qian Yijin and Yixiu, to Sister-in-law Huang and Chen Yu, and even to Qian Manxia when she occasionally returned to her maternal home.

Often, before others had much of a reaction, she herself would already be moved to tears. Especially when reading the part of the love letter that cited the classic "Yang’s Water," Cheng Yue would cry every time she read it.

It was one thing to read a love letter to minors, but now it had even been read to the Little Monk, causing the younger siblings’ faces to blush with embarrassment.

At that moment, Cheng Yue was reading that passage with great emotion, "...Yang’s Water, it does not flow just to carry wood. That man of mine, he will not come to my city walls. Oh, my heart aches, aches, when will I return home? Yang’s Water, it does not flow just to bind the reeds. That man of mine, he will not come to my rampart. Oh, my heart aches, aches, when will I return home? Yang’s Water, it does not flow just to bind the bulrushes. That man of mine, he will not come to my fortress. Oh, my heart aches, aches, when will I return home...

Before she could finish the poem, she was once again moved to tears. She said, "Hongji, Brother Jiang thinks of me just like this, he really does think of me like this."

The Little Monk, somewhat puzzled, touched his bald head and said, "Auntie, don’t be sad..."

Cheng Yue quickly said, "Auntie isn’t sad, auntie is happy."

Although the Little Monk didn’t quite understand, he still laughed and said, "Hehe, Auntie should be happy. Uncle Jiang is really nice, even seeing a ditch or a bundle of firewood makes him think of Auntie, wouldn’t the sight of a river or a mountain make him miss Auntie even more? Auntie should be happy."

Qian Yixiu felt the Little Monk was even more warming than herself. Every time her mother would tearfully and passionately read this part, Qian Yixiu would get goosebumps and would never go along with her like this.

The way her mother was moved, was it necessary? There were so many beautiful poems in the classics that depicted love, all incredibly beautiful, and yet her father had to use such an unattractive one.

She thought it over and could understand; her father wasn’t even as qualified as a schoolboy, which in her previous life meant not even graduating from elementary school, so it was excusable for him to be less cultured.

Qian Yijin, too, was somewhat confused when he heard his mother recite this poem, having no idea why she would cry so intensely over it. He thought his father should have written lines like "The orioles sing mellifluous on the islet in the river" or "Hand in hand with you, my childlike bride, we two will grow old together."

Seeing them return, the Little Monk greeted them with a smile and said something very amusing, "Poor Monk only has one master, but you two have so many relatives, and now you’ve added a younger brother and sister, you make Poor Monk so envious. No, you must compensate Poor Monk."

He had no other choice; his master had asked him to make sure to fill an entire cart with Number One Golden Lotus Roots. His old master not only wanted them for himself but to give them away as gifts.

The Little Monk knew that even the Qian family didn’t have many Number One Golden Lotus Roots. As soon as the golden lotus roots were harvested, they were snatched away by those people heading to the Capital City, the provincial capitals, Jiangnan, and other wealthy places.

His master wanted an entire cart, which might mean having to take all of the Qian family’s golden lotus roots.

He felt extremely embarrassed and had racked his brain to come up with this excuse.

Indeed, as soon as he said this, before the young siblings could utter a word, Cheng Yue spoke first, "How to compensate? Auntie will tell them to compensate."

The Little Monk smiled with his eyes curving, and said, "Poor Monk’s master... no, that’s not right, Poor Monk wants a cart full of Number One Golden Lotus Roots."

Qian Yixiu immediately knew on hearing this that it was the Old Monk’s idea, she retorted, "That Demi Immortal sure has a greedy mouth, he took half of our golden honey peaches. And now, on the very first day of the season, he wants a whole cart. If he takes it all, what will we eat?"

The Little Monk’s face turned red with embarrassment upon hearing this.

Seeing the Little Monk like this, Cheng Yue felt a bit sorry for him. She scolded her daughter, "Yixiu, Hongji is also your younger brother, how can you talk to your brother like that? It makes mother so sad." Then she reassured the Little Monk, "Your sister is just joking with you."

Qian Yixiu was simply spiting her words, and if it were anything to do with the Old Fairy, Master Sangui would follow his every word. Seeing her mother like this, she said, "I was just speaking my mind. If Master Beikong wants it, how could I possibly refuse?"