Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 33 - Dongdong in the Mountains_1

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Dongdong in the Mountains_1

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Dongdong in the Mountains_1

Hot Wind Valley had hardly any tall trees, all there was were wild grasses and low shrubs. Come springtime, the mountain flowers among them would blossom in competition, too many to count, creating a riot of purple and red, like clouds from the heavens falling to the mortal realm, resplendent and diverse, incomparably beautiful.

But the local villagers didn’t have the luxury to admire these beautiful sceneries; in their eyes, something beautiful wasn’t as good as something tasty. These mountain flowers couldn’t compare to the edible plants near the rivers and streams. Could these flowers be eaten or sold? Could looking at them make anyone gain a couple of ounces of flesh?

Therefore, no one came specifically to appreciate the flowers; only those who happened to pass by on their way to hunting further afield, gathering herbs, or other tasks would pause to look before continuing on their way.

Qian Yixiu was also aware that the majority of these mountain flowers wouldn’t survive if transplanted home, but she had found a few exceptional specimens that were thriving. If she could bring them home and keep them alive, they could be sold for some money. She had raised some fine flowers in her previous life, including a Basin Orchid; someone had offered ten thousand yuan for it and she couldn’t bear to sell. Yet later, Shang Qingyun took it to curry favor with his first two prospective fathers-in-law.

There were at least three more places in Xishi Mountain. The paths of Xishi Mountain were rugged, and many peaks looked as if they were carved by the hands of ghosts, steep and imposing. The treasures hidden there were eceptionally well-concealed; not to mention that few people went to Xishi Mountain, even those who did couldn’t find them.

There was only one place in those mountains that Qian Yixiu could reach once she improved her physical condition; for the others, she would need external help.

However, just getting the goods from that one place, the “Cave Sky Pool” – a name she gave it, which truly held a world of its own – would be enough to provide for her for life.

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Anything better than that was out of her consideration.

Qian Yixiu was lost in thought, drifting in a state between sleep and wakefulness.

In the afternoon, the Qian’s Courtyard was bathed in warm sunlight and gentle spring breezes, with the fragrance of flowers in the air. Qian Manxia then assisted Qian Sangui, who was feeling somewhat better, to the peach tree in the courtyard to bask in the sun.

Since Qian Yixiu’s soul had come to this body, no, ever since a ghostly spirit arrived at this courtyard, she had never been close to Qian Sangui.

She was very fond of this kind-hearted grandfather who, despite being helpless to change his situation, struggled on the brink of life and death. Even bedridden, he remained the spiritual pillar of the family.

When she heard her grandfather had come out, she quickly put on her overcoat and ran out, grabbing Qian Sangui’s sleeve and said, “Grandpa’s out, Grandpa’s illness is cured,” her exaggerated loud voice unable to contain the joy.

Her happiness was contagious, and Qian Sangui began to smile, the sorrow in his eyes lessening a little.

In reality, he was less than ten years older than Qian Yixiu in her previous life; at just forty-two this year, he looked like a frail old man in his sixties. His complexion was pale and lusterless from months indoors. His cheeks were sunken, and even an occasional smile couldn’t hide the sorrow in his eyes. He had a frame slightly over 1.7 meters tall, but weighed barely eighty or ninety pounds, a case of skin and bones.

To have the guts to be an Escort Army member, he must have been fierce in his younger days. Now, hearing that his close kin had been bullied to such a state while lying helplessly in bed must have been excruciating to the bone.

Qian Sangui leaned back in his chair while Qian Manxia combed his hair from behind, with Qian Yixiu grasping his hand and watching her. The warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the peach tree leaves, making it difficult for him to open his eyes, yet exquisitely comfortable. When he finally adjusted to the dazzling sunlight and lifted his gaze, he saw that the peach blossoms had all fallen, leaving behind small green peaches the size of fingernails.

Another year had passed, and yet he was still alive. Though he always felt that this life was barely worth living, he couldn’t help but grit his teeth and persevere, for the world held too many things he couldn’t leave behind.

“Yixiu loves the straw baskets you weave, Grandpa; they’re even prettier than the ones they sell in town. If Grandpa gets better, could you weave me an even more exquisite one to hold beautiful flowers?” said Qian Yixiu, acting endearingly to give him an emotional boost, letting him know he was still useful.

Qian Sangui laughed softly, saying weakly, “Alright, alright, once Grandpa gets a little better, I’ll weave one for Yixiu.”

Qian Manxia hadn’t heard such relaxed laughter from her father in a long time, so she joined in the fun, “Dad, can you also weave a pair of straw shoes for Jinwa? He can’t keep still and has worn out several pairs of his small shoes.”

“Alright,” Qian Sangui continued to laugh and agreed.

Qian Manxia finished combing Qian Sangui’s hair and went inside to take out the bedding from Qian Sangui’s and Qian Yixiu’s beds to air them.

Sitting beside Qian Sangui, Qian Yixiu entertained herself, ignoring the circles upon circles of maps on their bedding. Suddenly, she looked up and saw Cheng Yue’s head shake at the window—it seemed her mother also wanted to come out.

This was a good sign!

Qian Yixiu immediately called out, “Mom, look, Grandpa is in the courtyard; no bad people would dare to come. You should come out too and enjoy the sunshine; it’s really warm.”

Cheng Yue shook her head, her large eyes filling with panic again.

Pointing at the tightly shut gate, Qian Yixiu said, “Mom, you see, the gate is already closed and bolted. If you are still not at ease, I will go and fetch a wooden pole to brace the gate with.” Having said that, she actually stood up, took a pole, and braced the gate.

Seeing Qian Yixiu’s actions, Qian Manxia also raised her voice and said, “Sister-in-law, I won’t go out either; I’ll stay here with you. With so many of us at home, any bad people would have been scared away long ago.”

Cheng Yue still hesitated but then heard Qian Sangui’s voice, “Manjiang’s wife, don’t be afraid, your father-in-law is here.”

His voice was feeble; his combat power might even be less than Qian Yixiu’s. But because he was a man and the spiritual leader of the family, Cheng Yue believed him and actually came out.

She walked over to the rose vine. The rosebuds were blooming splendidly, with red roses climbing all over the vines, emitting a fragrant aroma. Cheng Yue happily watched these flowers, took a few deep breaths, smiled with pursed lips, and her pale, lifeless face brightened with a hint of liveliness due to her smile.

Qian Yixiu watched her beautiful mother with an almost infatuated gaze for a while, then turned to look at the living-dead Qian Sangui, and then at her little aunt who acted like a grown-up. She also thought of Lady Wu toiling in the fields and Qian Yijin trying to find a way to get food.

She needed to make money to support her family as soon as possible! All these were her beloved relatives.

Faced with this heavy reality, Qian Yixiu’s little face became serious again. She went and sat down beside her grandfather, resting her chin in her hand, and gazed at the sky, lost in thought.

Winter wheat would soon be harvested. Their land was on a slope, and Lady Wu was not good at farming, so the wheat wasn’t growing as well as in other fields. If they got 600 pounds from two mu of land, that would be good, and selling it wouldn’t even bring in three guan of money. Moreover, they had to start paying taxes this year, so they would be left with just over two guan of money after taxes, and even with the money from selling rabbits, it might not reach two guan and five hundred coins.

The family currently owed one guan of money to grandma’s family, five hundred wen to great-grandpa’s family, and one hundred wen to Second Grandpa’s family.

Once they paid back the money, how would the family survive?

The azure sky was clear and vast, with only a few thin clouds floating above, and occasionally, a few birds would fly by. Below the sky were the rolling mountains, stretching into the distance.

There were valuable treasures in those mountains; picking just one could solve the family’s problems, but right now, they were out of reach. Since she couldn’t go to those mountains yet, she would have to use her intelligence and wisdom to earn some money for the family.

In her past life, Qian Yixiu’s major was Banking and Finance, a highly sought-after field. But to follow Shang Qingyun to that big city, and without connections to enter a bank there, she ended up applying for an accounting position at a company.

Only after joining did she discover that the company wasn’t in the city, but in the suburbs. That wasn’t all; her position was taken by someone with connections who graduated from a no-name university, forcing her to work in women’s labor for the union. She distributed newspapers, sanitary pads, and condoms on a regular basis, and during holidays, she organized cultural and recreational activities for the staff. After more than a decade of diligent work, she had just been promoted to deputy director of the union office when she unexpectedly found herself transported to this time and place.

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