Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 30 - Revenge for a Minor Insult_1
Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Revenge for a Minor Insult_1
Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Revenge for a Minor Insult_1
“No,” Qian Yixiu shook her head.
Qian Yeejin pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, “I’ve got it, we don’t have to use brute force, but we can still take a little revenge…” He then whispered several sentences into Qian Yixiu’s ear in this manner and in that.
What kind of crazy idea was this? But if it could help the little brat vent his frustrations, then she would help him this once.
Qian Yixiu smiled and nodded repeatedly.
Once Qian Manxia finished washing the clothes and came back, Qian Yixiu pulled her little brother out the door with Dashan.
She knew the locations of several rabbit burrows and places where wild chickens often laid eggs, all not far from their home. Her small body was still weak, and she couldn’t walk far, so they could only think of hunting these rabbits and wild chicken eggs. Although they weren’t worth much, they could still sell for a little money, or at least improve their meals.
Exiting the courtyard, the world suddenly seemed to open up. She had seen this wilderness countless times before, but always in the hazy darkness of night, never with clarity. Now that it was revealed so clearly before her, it seemed even more vast and expansive. Among the weeds grew many wildflowers, known and unknown, with the scent of grass mingling with the fragrance of flowers, wafting towards her on the spring breeze. The recent spring rains had left more puddles than usual, shimmering like little mirrors under the sunlight, glittering like gold.
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Qian Yixiu was filled with a mix of emotions, realizing she was once again on this barren stretch, now truly a person!
She saw Qian Yeejin bend over with his back to her; at first, she didn’t understand, then after a pause, she realized her little brother wanted to carry her.
Qian Yixiu, observing that the road ahead was difficult to traverse and that getting her shoes wet might make her sick, climbed onto his back. Although her little brother’s back wasn’t thick, it was very warm. Being carried with a gentle sway was extremely comfortable; she felt it was even warmer than the sunlight on her back.
As Qian Yeejin walked westward, he asked, “Sister, how did you know there was a rabbit burrow there?”
“When brother wasn’t at home, I had no one to play with, so I just wandered around nearby and stumbled upon that hole,” Qian Yixiu casually made up.
They arrived at a spot less than a hundred meters from their house where there was a small hill. On the hill, there were more bare rocks than weeds, an ailing willow tree, and a large rock. Underneath the large rock was a small hole, where a mother rabbit had given birth to a litter of baby rabbits over a month ago. On the opposite side of the hill was another small hole, connected to the first one.
Qian Yixiu had her little brother block the main hole with a large bag while Dashan stood guard. Any rabbits that didn’t escape into the bag were to be caught by him. She then went to the other hole, stuffed it with dry grass from home, and lit it on fire.
As smoke started to drift from the other hole, there was movement inside. Soon after, rabbits began to jump into the bag. Qian Yeejin was extremely excited, using his hands and feet to press the bag tightly around the edges of the hole. Still, a large rabbit managed to escape the bag and was caught by Dashan.
Dashan, desiring a hearty meal, had the rabbit snatched away by Qian Yixiu, who told him, “Your pot is so large, why struggle with us over food? Go find your own in the mountains.”
Annoyed, Dashan glared at her and ran off into the mountains.
Qian Yixiu placed the large rabbit into the bag, tied it up, and her little brother joyfully hoisted it onto his back.
Bringing the fruits of victory home made the little aunt’s face turn bright red with excitement. She estimated the large rabbit weighed over four pounds, while the baby rabbits weighed over a pound.
Lady Wu also returned happy, saying they would take the rabbits to town to sell them in the afternoon. Qian Yixiu wanted to keep a baby rabbit for themselves to eat, but Lady Wu said a baby rabbit weighed over a pound and it would be a waste to eat it. If sold, they could get a pound of pork lard in town along with some scraps, which was more worth it.
In the afternoon, after her nap, Qian Yixiu led her little brother to pick up ten wild chicken eggs. This time, they went to the fork between Jingshan Mountain and Xishi Mountain, about a hundred meters into the thicket.
She convinced her older brother to take her to play at the foot of the mountain, and while playing, she led him to where the eggs were. The wild chicken eggs were discovered by her older brother.
Bringing home ten eggs gave Yijin a great sense of accomplishment.
Yixiu walked to the place on her own, but on the way back, she couldn’t walk anymore and was carried back by her older brother.
Lady Wu had also finished selling the rabbits. Six rabbits brought in 180 Wen Money, and she spent eighteen wen money to buy a jin of lard. A smile finally appeared on her face as she strung the money together and placed it in the bedroom.
Yixiu felt somewhat defeated, for having earned all that money, she hadn’t managed to keep a single coin for herself.
Seeing the wild chicken eggs, Lady Wu wanted to sell them as well. Yixiu was unwilling, pouting as she said, “Mother has lost a lot of blood, and Yixiu’s head feels dizzy; brother and little aunt are growing, and nanny is working hard. Let’s fry the chicken eggs and eat them ourselves.”
Yijin was also beside her, nodding vigorously, and said, “Sister can hardly walk now.”
Lady Wu sighed and dropped the idea of selling the eggs. While simmering the lard, Yijin led Yixiu to the kitchen, and they stood in line beside the big pot. Yixiu felt it was quite embarrassing, but the smell of pork lard, which she hadn’t smelled in over seven years, made her reluctant to leave.
When she had first arrived, she drank several bowls of chicken soup and ate a few pieces of chicken meat, and then she never saw such nourishing food again.
Lady Wu scooped out the oil residue into bowls, shoving a piece into the mouth of each grandchild. She laughed and said, “You greedy little kittens, eat up and go play outside.”
As she turned around, Qian Manxia, who was tending the fire, picked up two more pieces of oil residue and fed them into their mouths; the children then left the kitchen contentedly.
Three days later, on April 29th, it was the big market day in Erliu Town. The place was bustling with people, incredibly lively. Especially in a market located at a quieter part of the Eastern Street, where there was a constant flow of people and the sounds of bargaining echoed non-stop. Most of the people here came from all different rural areas, selling their home-grown products.
At the very east end of the market, there was an old scholar tree with a handcart under it, on which a stove made of earth was placed. A thick iron plate covered the stove, and several baked sweet potatoes lay on top. A woman in her forties was energetically calling out to customers. The sweet aroma of the baked sweet potatoes filled the air, yet her business wasn’t going well.
The countryside lacked for nothing but these sweet potatoes which were plentiful and cheap. Spending one coin on a baked sweet potato was considered less valuable than buying a white flour bun. However, some children couldn’t resist the temptation of the sweet scent and pestered to buy some.
At this moment, a little girl timidly approached and stopped a few steps away from the stall. She was skinny and petite, dressed in blue cloth clothes patched over patches, her hair tied into two little buns on her head, her face clean and pretty. Her eyes stared blankly at the baked sweet potatoes, and she kept licking her lips, making it clear to anyone that she was desperately craving those sweet potatoes.
The woman disdainfully waved her handkerchief and scolded, “Go away, scoot, scoot. Move further away. You’re standing there like a hungry ghost, purposely blocking my business, aren’t you?”
The little girl didn’t move, continuing to stare blankly at the baked sweet potatoes, even the sound of her swallowing could be heard.
The woman took two steps forward and continued to berate, “A family of bad seeds, going crazy for money, using this little beggar to embarrass themselves here. You want to eat? Bring out the money. You cursed brat, scram…” Her finger nearly poked the little girl’s head.
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