Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 463 - 250 - Landscape Painting_1

Chapter 463: 250 Chapter Landscape Painting_1

After dinner, Qian Yixiu and Cheng Yue took Ming Wa and Jingjing for a stroll by West Lake. They were on the north side of the lake while Grandpa Pan was on the south side, looking over from a distance. However, now the distance had gotten a bit shorter—just a few days ago Grandpa Pan stood beneath the bridge, but today he had already made his way to the side of the wooden bridge.

Qian Yijin was still not over it, occasionally glaring at Qian Yixiu behind Cheng Yue’s back, expressing his extreme dissatisfaction.

Qian Yixiu felt both annoyed and amused. This bear child was domineering and offensive. She turned her back on him and sat down on a wooden chair to gaze up at the sky, deep in thought.

Qian Yixiu was still somewhat confused up to now, did this mean she was spoken for? She knew that ancient people took promises regarding betrothal very seriously. Although it was just a verbal agreement, without special reasons, it could not be lightly revoked.

Uncle Liang was one of the best friends she had made since arriving in this era, but that was only as a male friend; she had never considered him in a romantic way.

She had fantasized about her future husband before. Considering how unrealistic yet devoted she had been in her previous life, foolishly waiting for Shang Qingyun for twenty years. In this life, she wanted a future husband who truly liked her, who had her in his heart and his eyes, one who had a sense of responsibility. He should also have a certain talent, and be adaptable.

It would be best if he also had a harmonious family, with fewer problematic relatives, because she currently lived in a harmonious, top-notch family. She liked this kind of warm atmosphere.

The family didn’t necessarily have to be very rich since she could earn money herself. She wanted someone handsome, but not too beautiful; overly handsome men didn’t provide a sense of security, just like her beautiful grandfather.

She thought her standards weren’t too high. Although such men might be hard to find, they were not nonexistent.

But before she, this little Lolita, could grow up and search for the ideal husband, Grandfather Sangui had already decided for her.

To be honest, Uncle Liang was not too bad. Although he was quite a bit older than her current body’s age, it was still within an acceptable range. When she would be fifteen or sixteen, Uncle Liang would be twenty-two or twenty-three—a man of that age could really be considered a man. She couldn’t bring herself to marry a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

Moreover, he was good-looking, came from a good family background, and was an ambitious second-generation official... It seemed he wasn’t too bad to her either.

Aside from having less contact with his parents and not understanding them much—umm—his mother seemed a bit difficult to get along with, but his grandparents and Old Queen Grandma were quite nice to her...

She was familiar with him, which was much better than blindly marrying someone.

Thinking this through, she felt that although Uncle Liang wasn’t particularly ideal, he was acceptable...

Just as she was contemplating, a big face with a pair of round eyes suddenly appeared before her.

"Sister, are you thinking about Young Master Liang again? What’s so good about him that you keep thinking so hard?" the little boy said angrily.

Qian Yixiu rolled her eyes and replied, "Who’s thinking hard about him? I’m just watching the sunset glow."

"Good if you’re not thinking about him," the little boy sighed with relief, sitting beside her and earnestly saying, "Sister must be careful. There are too many insincere people out there, and brother is just afraid sister will suffer in the future. Let me put it out there, sister’s husband must pass brother’s test..."

"Alright, alright, I know brother cares about me. Can we not talk about this, please? It’s not even official yet. If we keep going on about it, I’ll take it seriously," Qian Yixiu threatened.

Hearing this, Qian Yijin hurriedly said, "Okay, we won’t talk about him," and then he started teasing their younger siblings with Qian Yixiu.

The days at Guiyuan were peaceful and beautiful. By the time Grandpa Pan made his slow way to the middle of the wooden bridge, it was already the winter months.

The weather was quite cold, and everyone had put on their cotton-padded clothes, with a thin cotton shawl over the top. Qian Sangui had long been wearing his thick cotton robe, while Jingjing and Ming Wa had also put on their cotton jackets and pants.

Shan Dian, just a few months old, was as adorable as Jingjing and Ming Wa. Its round shape, white fur, and glass-like eyes made it irresistibly lovable. Both were the Little Siblings’ favorite toys; they had moved into Wangjiang Building last month, and they followed wherever the Little Siblings went.

Now, the leader of the pack at the household had become Monkey Brother, who led Benben, Tiaotiao, and Monkey Sister into the mountains. Every time they returned home, they would bring back two catches, one as a tribute to the masters of Guiyuan, the other as a tribute to White Wolf and Dashan. Monkey Brother knew how to win people’s hearts, aware that gifts mattered less than the thought behind them, even if it was just a small rabbit or pheasant. Everyone appreciated their efforts.