Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 115 - 114 Second Uncle-in-law

Chapter 115: Chapter 114 Second Uncle-in-law

Hongji packed the sawed wood into a bag and hoisted it to take into the room. The guard was not around at the moment, making it a perfect time to move the items.

He thought about needing his daughter’s help to paint the wooden figures. He remembered that the wooden figures his daughter had painted before were done using charcoal, which dirtied her hands.

Hongji thought of a solution. If he used a brush to paint the wood, it wouldn’t be a problem for his daughter to handle the brush. If he could make a pen out of charcoal, or even many pens, his daughter could paint, and other daughters could also use them to learn to read.

With this idea in mind, after Hongji placed the sawed wood in the room, he started making charcoal pencils.

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“Dad, grandpa is washing up for dinner!” Daya had finished cooking and was calling them to eat.

“Hmm, got it.”

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Just then, Hongji had just finished making a pen. He first put it back in the room on the table and went to wash his hands.

“Hmm, what’s this?” Siwa picked up the object his father had made.

Ye Shiqi blinked her eyes. Isn’t this a round pen for drawing?

Her father was so talented, to think that he could even make a charcoal pencil from charcoal; with this pen, painting wooden figures would be quicker and more efficient.

Daya and her two sisters brought in dried rice into the room and ate with her sisters.

“Siwa, don’t touch Dad’s things; come wash your hands for dinner.”

“Oh”

Daya also took the youngest sister to wash hands.

The five sisters were eating in the room, and Da Y was no longer feeding the youngest sister. She just had to place her in a chair at the table, put a bowl and a spoon on the table, and Ye Shiqi could eat by herself with a spoon.

Ye Shiqi looked at her own bowl. She added some oil and salt and ate rice with oil and salt.

The elder sisters’ bowls did not have oil and salt but contained salty dried radish their grandmother had bought, steamed during cooking to soften, the only dish for a bowl of rice.

Perhaps the dry rice was delicious, as the children were able to eat happily and heartily.

Ye Shiqi knew that the rice was fragrant rice produced by her own space, watered with the spiritual water of the space, producing rice that was both fragrant and delicious. It didn’t matter that they were just eating dried radish; perhaps they would be happy even just eating dry rice.

After Daya and her sister were full, she stacked the bowls to prepare to wash them. Seeing her father walking from the kitchen into the room, she said to him:

“Dad, you should put your things away properly, don’t let Siwa damage them.”

Hongji understood what Daya meant and said with an indifferent expression to his eldest daughter:

“It’s okay, that was for you girls to play with. When Dad has time, he’ll make a few more pens for you to use to learn to write.”

“Oh, Dad, we don’t even have paper, and we can’t just write on the walls. Maybe we should just forget about learning to read. Not many girls in our village know how to read anyway.”

The eldest daughter’s words and attitude made Hongji somewhat unhappy. How could his daughter be compared with the girls from the village?

Even though they were girls, they were his precious treasures. Whenever he was capable and had the time, he hoped they could learn some words.

“Daya, you are the elder sister, you should be eager to learn. If you learn even a few words, you can teach your sisters. Dad won’t always be a farmer. When you grow up, perhaps you’ll become ladies of a rich family. By then, it would be too late to start learning.”

“Oh, Dad, I understand now.”

Having heard his eldest daughter’s promise, Hongji told the other daughters not to go to the thatched hut to carve that afternoon.

Hongji had finished his meal but wasn’t idle; with so much wood around, he needed to work overtime on the wood.

Hongji’s father also helped with the work. Not long after they had lunch, the guards returned from their meal and saw the small boss already busy; they joined in the work as well.

In the afternoon, visitors arrived at their courtyard.

Ye Shuzhi and Ye Shuzhen were watching from the window towards the thatched-roof building. They were not watching their father and brother at work, but rather the two young guards with tall stature and handsome faces, admiringly gazing at them in a daze.

Ye Shuzhi looked at one of the guards, who had already been to their house more than once. Every time she saw his tall stature and handsome face, she gazed at him dazedly, fantasizing that if her husband could be like that, how wonderful it would be.

Ye Shuzhen looked at the figure of the guard, and her mind harbored other thoughts, naturally hoping her future husband could also be handsome and dashing.

“Second Sister, isn’t that your future husband? My future brother-in-law has arrived!”

When Ye Shuzhen saw the person entering their yard, who was driving an ox cart, she noted this future brother-in-law who had only appeared since their engagement day. He wasn’t very handsome—an owner of a small shop and unable even to ride a horse or sit in a carriage.

With the arrival of the future son-in-law, Mrs. Lai came out of her room upon seeing him and said smilingly to the future son-in-law,

“Xianggui, how come you have time to visit?”

“Mother-in-law, I had some matters to discuss with father and brother, so right after we ate, I came over.”

Xianggui, the future son-in-law, hadn’t come empty-handed; he was holding gifts.

“Hehe, go sit over there, I’ll have your second sister-in-law come and chat with you.”

Mrs. Lai, holding Xianggui’s gifts, her chubby face wrinkled with a smile, her eyes squinting into a slit.

“Oh, mother-in-law, I actually wanted to talk with father and brother.”

“All right, are there some matters you need to discuss with them?”

Xianggui’s arrival meant that even though Hongji and his father were busy, they stopped what they were doing when he said he wanted to speak with them and washed their hands before sitting aside.

Hongji’s father took this opportunity to smoke from a bamboo pipe.

Hongji took a sip of tea and said to Xianggui, “Xianggui, what did you want to see us about? Is it about Second Sister’s dowry and the bridal gifts? That should be something your parents and the matchmaker deal with, not something a young man should discuss himself.”

“Big brother, I didn’t come here for that. I heard that you’re soon to be the small boss. You know, I own a small store, and if your kitchen needs supplies in the future, we could work together.”

Xianggui’s family owned a small store in town, but previously they hadn’t paid much attention to these people’s changes, feeling that even if they became wealthy, it would at most mean more woodworking, and the wife’s dowry wouldn’t increase.

However, at noon, they noticed that a restaurant across the street from their store was receiving many horse-riding and carriage-riding guests.

Their senses sharpened, even from across the street, they could hear the diners speaking.

Soon, they saw two guards on horses; they dismounted and entered this restaurant.

From their conversations, Xianggui and his parents overheard that the people were from the Tang Family, the richest family in the county, and out of curiosity, he purposefully went to inquire near the carriages at the restaurant’s entrance.

There were two carriages at the restaurant’s entrance, and two coachmen keeping watch over the horses and carriages, not going into the restaurant to eat.

Xianggui gave the coachmen two copper coins to find out where they were heading and why.

The coachman felt that the collaboration news between the Tang Family and the Ye Family had already spread, so telling this person wouldn’t be leaking secrets.

Receiving two copper coins was a bonus for the coachman, and it could buy him some tobacco to smoke.