Transmigrated Farmgirl's Scheme to Get Rich - Chapter 223
A Year of Misfortune
Sure enough, just after Mo Yan left the shop, Mo Zelin went there. As soon as he entered the door, he said loudly that he was looking for “Yan’er”, calling her with a friendly tone.
Liang Lan came over and said, “Our boss isn’t here, and I’m the manager in charge. If you need anything, you can just ask me.”
Mo Zelin looked around the shop and pointed at the best Shu brocade, “Bring me five bolts of this kind of brocade.”
Liang Lan smiled and said, “You really have a good eye. This is the best Shu brocade in our shop, ten taels per bolt. Since you are familiar with the manager, I will give you a 20% discount, and five bolts will total forty taels. Please go over there to pay.”
??Cao Zhang nodded towards him and motioned for him to go over and pay. Mo Zelin did not take out money, but walked over with his hands behind his back and said, “Your manager has already agreed to give me these bolts of cloth on credit.”
Liang Lan stretched out her hand to him again, “Do you have her letter and seal, then? We use this to ensure large-scale goods transactions are allowed here.”
Mo Zelin pretended not to know, “That girl, she never said I needed these! She just told me to take whatever goods I want from the storefront and just put it on my credit. I could pay when the goods were sold.”
Liang Lan smiled and said, “Our boss is really conscious about her face and always makes jokes like this. If her words were all treated seriously, this shop would have been emptied out long before you ever came here.”
The employees on the side couldn’t help but snicker, but Mo Zelin didn’t show any embarrassment on his face. He muttered “That kid, really” as he turned around to leave the shop.
??Liang Lan asked an employee to follow Mo Zelin quietly. He was going to the commercial firm, and said the same things as before. Chuzi’s approach was similar to hers.
Unable to get any benefits, Mo Zelin left angrily, cursing “Unable to show appreciation”.
??If it weren’t for second grandma, Mo Yan would have never had anything to do with him in her life. Now that she was gone, why would she be afraid of offending him?
After planting the hollyhocks, she fetched some water from the water tank to water them. The water tank was almost dry. Before, when Ms. Jiao lived here, Chuzi fetched water for her.
She cleaned the water tank, and all the muddy water at the bottom of the tank was poured into the flower pond. There was a big clay pot next to the water tank, which Chuzi usually used to fetch water. She lifted the clay pot, but she didn’t know where the well was.
?At this time, the front door ringing made her realise that she had forgotten to lock the door just now, and Chuzi and Liang Lan who came in.
Chuzi took the pot and said, “You won’t be able to do this, give it to me quickly! If eldest brother isn’t here, there’s no way we dare to let you suffer.”
??Liang Lan picked up a stick propped up against the wall and chased after him, “It’s easier for two people to carry it.”
From that day on, Chuzi and Zhou Liangsheng came to fetch her water every day. She wanted to follow them to see where the well was, but they stopped her.
?There was nothing going on in the storefronts, so Mo Yan stayed at home and read the books her master gave her. If she saw something incorrect, she would make corrections.
The hollyhocks that were dug up all lived. Their buds had grown, and they were about to bloom. The sun shining above had become even more intense, Mo Yan’s skin would get itchy after being exposed to it for too long.
She had no shortage of food to eat. Zhou Liangsheng, Chuzi and Liang Lan took turns giving her food. Ms. Hua and Zhao’er also came here often, but Mo Yan was still getting thinner and thinner, almost the same as when she first transmigrated here.
?Perhaps this year was just unlucky, with no good things happening and bad things happening one after another. Someone from the Zhao family manor came to deliver a message, saying that Mr. Zhao, Mo Yan’s master, was not well. [1]
His son is a doctor. If he said his father was unwell, his time must be running out.
Mo Yan felt like her entire body was deprived of energy and was unwilling to ride a horse over, so she asked Ze Wu to take her there by carriage.
Thinking that her master probably wouldn’t have much of an appetite, she brought a quarter of a kilogram of good tea leaves and a piece of bronze clothing.
When she came in, Mr. Zhao’s wife was drying medicinal herbs on the porch, “Yan’er, you’ve come. The old man happens to be awake, go in and see him!”
Before she entered the door, she heard the old master’s voice coming from inside, “Yan’er, you’re here, come in quickly.”
?Mo Yan entered the master’s house. He was lying on the kang. His face, which was already thin, became even gaunter now. His eyes no longer had the sparkle they once had, and his hands, exposed outside the quilt were as withered as dry wood.
Seeing Mu Yan come in, the old man grinned, “Those are good tea leaves!”
“Master is still as quick-witted as ever, but the smell of these mountain clouds and mist tea leaves is not that strong.”
Mo Yan put her gifts on the table and sat beside the old man’s kang, talking about the scripts she had read these days and what she had changed.
Speaking of this, the old man’s spirit immediately improved and he asked his daughter-in-law to help him sit up.
Mr. Zhao heard that Mo Yan was coming and went to the back courtyardyard to see her. As soon as they met, Mr. Zhao was shocked and said, “Yan’er, are you alright? How have you become so haggard?”
Mo Yan smiled slightly, “Perhaps it’s just been a bad year, being separated from close friends, and witnessing the death of relatives, it’s just been physical and mental discomfort, it’s nothing serious.”
He went over to take her pulse, “Your blood is severely deficient. If you don’t take care of yourself now, it won’t be good.”
The old man on the bed urged: “Then what are you waiting for? Why don’t you give her a prescription for medicine?”
Mr. Zhao went out. Seeing that her master was in good spirits, Mo Yan said, “Master, can I tell you a story?”
The old man smiled, “Of course that’s good, tell me quickly.”
After saying a short paragraph, Mo Yan felt out of breath and her brain went blank. She closed her eyes and gasped. The old man asked her what was wrong with concern. However, she didn’t want to say a single word anymore and just shook her head gently.
The old gentleman shouted loudly, “Zhao Cheng, come quickly!”
??The old man’s voice was like a loud bell, and his son in the front courtyard heard it and rushed over. As soon as he entered the room, the old man urged, “Look what happened to Yan’er.”
He went over to check the pulse again, and then just said “wait” and left in a hurry. He came back soon, holding a small porcelain bottle in his hand. He poured two pills out of it and handed them to Mo Yan, “Swallow them quickly. Lie down and rest for a while.”
?His wife came in with warm water and fed it to Mo Yan personally. She watched Mo Yan take the medicine and helped her to the room next door to lie down and rest.
Mo Yan couldn’t sleep. She only lay down for a moment and then got up again, “Sir, why am I so useless?”
Mr. Zhao sighed and said, “You are stressed too much. You should stop fretting about everything. The person you care about definitely won’t want to see you like this. What would happen when he returns, but you collapse?”
“I can’t collapse. I promised him that if he joins the army, I will bring wine and meat to the army. If he joins the business, I will accompany him to sell all the goods in the world. Although I’m just a girl, I am also a person who keeps my promises. I can’t break it.”
“I have some pills here to regulate blood flow and qi. They are easy to take, and you can take them back. You cannot change what others do, so what’s most important is adjusting your own mindset.”
“Thank you sir, I will go and say goodbye to my master.”
?They returned to the old gentleman’s room and saw the old gentleman still sitting on the bed with his eyes closed.
Mr. Zhao went over and touched the old man’s wrist. He immediately knelt down in front of the bed and kowtowed, “Father, rest in peace!”
The old gentleman went away peacefully.
Mr. Zhao called his children and grandchildren over to arrange the funeral, and the Zhao family was incredibly busy. Mo Yan wanted to stay to keep vigil for her master, but Mr. Zhao saluted her and said, “Your body can no longer bear the torment, go back and rest! Father was very happy to have a chance to say goodbye to you, thank you!”
P.S. Sorry for the delay, busy studying for finals, don’t expect much from me in the next two months or so (although I will try my best).
[1] Man, that was ages ago. Are we really dragging him back out just for him to die?