Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 35 - Hua Dianzi_1

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Hua Dianzi_1

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Hua Dianzi_1

When Qian Yixiu was still a ghost, she visited wealthy households and saw that they too had flower arrangements, with several beautiful fresh flowers placed in delicate vases or on tray. But without exception, all the designs used green branches and leaves to outline and set off the flowers, and they mostly consisted of peonies, chrysanthemums, roses, and other flowers commonly grown at home. Although fresh and elegant, they were somewhat monotonous.

Of course, people here value an artistic conception and simple elegance; the bold and colorful style of flower arranging from the Western world in her previous life wouldn’t necessarily be accepted by everyone. But using Gypsophila with fresh flowers could still create elegant and pretty arrangements. The key was to adapt to local conditions, use locally sourced materials, and not spend any money.

That evening, Qian Sangui ate dinner in the main hall for the first time in several months, and Cheng Yue joined the table as well. Even without the little glutton Qian Yeejin, everyone was still unusually happy.

Qian Yeejin came back after dinner, and upon entering, he stretched out his dirty little paws in front of Qian Yixiu to show off his treasure. In his palm lay a small piece of maltose, dirty and sticky, with tooth marks on it—one could tell at a glance that it was spat out from his mouth.

Qian Yixiu shook her head in disgust, “I don’t want it.”

“It’s really sweet,” the little boy said wholeheartedly.

“I still don’t want it,” Qian Yixiu turned her head away.

The little boy, with no other choice, put it back into his own mouth, sweet enough to make his eyes squint joyfully.

The following day, Qian Yixiu started looking for wildflowers suitable for arranging. These flowers needed not only to be visually appealing but also to have thicker and sturdier stems. And indeed, she found quite a few. Although they weren’t as pretty as those cultivated through gardening, they were already very good. Her family knew she had always enjoyed playing with flowers since she was young, so they didn’t give it much thought.

While she was busy with her own activities, the harvesting of the wheat at home had begun. This year, just like the previous years, all branches of the Qian family harvested together. Qian Manxia and Qian Yeejin both had to help, although the labor they did was obviously less than that of the first and second branches. Gossip was inevitable, with Lady Tang being the most active critic.

Qian Yixiu, who had been entrusted with the important task of taking care of two sick people at home, dared not stray too far and could only move around just outside the house. Whenever she stepped outside, she would carefully lock the courtyard door.

Just as Qian Yixiu was carrying a few branches of flowers from the back to the front of the house, she saw someone bending over with their butt in the air, peering in through the crack of her family’s courtyard door.

This person, surnamed Hua and known as Hua Dianzi, had a notorious reputation in the area and was a famous victim of domestic violence in the village. Despite looking dark, short, and nondescript, he had a brawny and strong wife. His wife’s character was relatively decent, belonging to the type who wouldn’t offend unless offended. Although Madam Hua, due to her robust physique and excessive demands, made the obviously less robust Hua Dianzi tremble in fear every night, that was, after all, a private matter of their own.

Hua Dianzi was just too detestable, trampled into the dirt at home by his wife yet seeking self-confidence outside. He often harassed good-looking young women and wives when no one was around, without any sense of propriety. His wife had beaten him up for it countless times, yet Hua Dianzi was like one who remembered the eating, but not the beating; once the bruises healed, he would go out and harass people all over again.

Hua Dianzi wasn’t originally surnamed Hua but Wang. He was married into the Hua family, a live-in son-in-law who usually didn’t like to work, preferring to hang out with other loafers, drink and gamble, or harass women.

His most famous and shameless saying was, “Since I married her, she has to support me.”

However, he wasn’t the truly bad sort like Fan Erhei; he lacked the guts and was all talk, the type who used his mouth more than his hands. Over time, people actually forgot his real name, simply calling him Hua Dianzi.

Even when everyone in the village was busy, Hua Dianzi was never among them; even when his twelve-year-old and eight-year-old sons went to work with Madam Hua in the fields, he still wandered around aimlessly. When he noticed that all the people of the Qian’s third wife had gone to the fields and the big guard dog had run into the mountains, he felt an itch and got up to no good.

All he did was lean against the door and call out in a strange, nasal voice, “Little sister, my tender girl, your Brother Hua thinks of you day and night. Come out quickly and let Brother Hua give you a kiss. Brother Hua promises not to be heartless like Fan Erhei. Brother Hua cherishes you so much, and will hold you dear in the palm of his hand. Blah, blah, blah, blah…” Then he started smacking his lips non-stop. His protruding buttocks shook along with the smacking noises as if he had been electrically shocked.

The shameless jerk!

Qian Yixiu’s face turned red with anger. She really wanted to rush out and give him a good thrashing. If only Dashan was home, he would immediately have that shaking skinny butt bitten to shreds.

But now, with her little arms and legs, she wasn’t a match for Hua Dianzi. She looked around and saw some people moving at the edge of the village. There were also people working in the fields at the foot of the mountain, a hundred meters away, as well as on the hillside.

She dropped the flower on the ground, stepped back a few paces, and hid behind a tree, keeping a distance of about twenty or thirty meters from Hua Dianzi. Then she extended her little head, cupped her hands around her mouth, and used all her strength to scream out loud, “Come and look! Hua Dianzi is blocking an old lady––Hua Dianzi is pinching the old lady’s waist––Ah! Hua Dianzi is pinching the old lady’s buttocks again…”

The terrain here was open, and the sharp voice of the young girl carried far and wide. It startled the nearby birds into flight and also caught the attention of people in the distance who shaded their eyes and looked over.

Hua Dianzi stood up in fright and looked at the young girl in horror. By the time he realized she had “accused” him of many things, he was furious and cursed, “You damn girl, what are you yelling about? Where did I touch an old lady’s butt…”

Seeing that people far away were straightening up and looking over, he didn’t dare linger and ran off to the north. As he ran, he kept cursing, “You stinking girl, just wait. Grandpa Hua will definitely get back at you for this.”

After Hua Dianzi ran off, Qian Yixiu hurried to open the courtyard door, entered the yard, and then turned around to bolt the door.

She saw Qian Sangui, propped on a crutch, standing in front of the main house, his face ashen and his body slightly trembling. Qian Yixiu was startled; grandpa couldn’t fall down again—the family was already overburdened.

She ran over and grabbed Qian Sangui’s hand, saying, “Grandpa, don’t be angry. It’s not worth ruining your health over people like that. Look, Yixiu isn’t angry, and I found a way to scare him off. Do you believe that once he gets home, he will definitely get a beating from his wife?”

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Qian Sangui looked down at his granddaughter. Her eyes shone bright like the stars on a summer night, expectant yet afraid, dreading seeing him fall. Then he thought about what she had just said. There wasn’t much exciting news in this village, and her words would surely spread throughout the village within an hour. Maybe Hua Dianzi really would get a beating.

He couldn’t help but feel self-reproach. Years ago, he had been a strong man, stalwart and unyielding. Since becoming disabled, he had never recovered. For many years, he had often been angry about various annoyances, and anger only made his condition worse, causing the whole family to live in fear. At his age, his heart was not as broad as a six-year-old child’s. Instead of seeking solutions to problems, he indulged in anger, hurting only his own family.

His daughter-in-law was tender and competent; his daughter was optimistic and sensible. His grandchildren were growing up and were much smarter than the rural kids. What did he have to be dissatisfied with?

All at once, he felt relieved, and his mood lightened, thinking life wasn’t so bad after all. He patted his little granddaughter’s head and smiled, “Grandpa is fine, Grandpa isn’t angry. Go and check on your mother, she must be terrified.”

Qian Yixiu ran into the left wing room and saw her mother sitting up in bed in the corner against the wall, hugging a quilt, her whole body trembling with eyEs wide open in terror.

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