Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 215 - 214 Discussing Other People’s Gossip
Chapter 215: Chapter 214 Discussing Other People’s Gossip
“Mrs. Mo, may I have a chat with you in my courtyard?” Young Madam Tang called out to the person walking ahead.
Mrs. Mo, walking in front, had of course heard the footsteps behind her. She didn’t usually have the habit of taking a nap, so when Young Madam Tang called her, she could only nod in agreement.
This Young Madam Tang was not easy to provoke. As a teacher, the need for her to discuss the matters of her student’s mother and parenting was also possible.
Young Madam Tang led the way, and their maids followed one after another, arriving at Young Madam Tang’s courtyard.
The two went directly to the living room, where Young Madam Tang sat in the main seat after the maids had served them tea.
Young Madam Tang observed the woman before her, only sixteen or seventeen years old but dressed as a young matron, wearing simple yet fine cloth, her head adorned with ornaments, though certainly not as lavish as hers.
The woman before her, married to a poor scholar and born a Miss, carried an air of arrogance. Yet she still didn’t have the rich and comfortable life that Young Madam Tang had secured through her marriage.
As an illegitimate daughter, Young Madam Tang had been through quite some trouble pleasing her mother and elder brother to secure such a future for herself.
It seemed that her marriage had not connected her to an official’s family, nor had it brought her to the flourishing Imperial Capital.
Having married her husband and come to this place, she was surprised by the lack of the Capital’s bustling charm, yet she found here a freedom and wealth of her own.
Leaving the Capital and being in this county, in the home of the wealthiest, was perhaps happier than constantly competing in an established rich family.
Although born illegitimate, she was still a Lady from the Capital who had married into this place, remaining elegant and not looked down upon by other members of the Tang Family.
Now, she faced a legitimate daughter, married to a poor scholar, and in front of this legitimate daughter, she could stand superior.
While Young Madam Tang scrutinized her, Mrs. Mo silently scrutinized her as well.
Could it be seen from her lavish attire, the jewels on her head, and those she wore, that they were quite valuable?
Lady Luo, Young Madam Tang seemed somewhat unfriendly towards her—a sensitivity she felt without prior quarrels or acquaintance, making her puzzled momentarily.
However, she felt it might be related to her husband since her marriage had cut off her associations with the daughters and madams of wealthy families.
These people were very realistic; perhaps they looked down on her, or feared she might borrow money.
She never cared about others’ disdainful views; she understood her own happiness. In life, why should one be concerned with the gaze of others?
“Mrs. Mo, both my eldest son and youngest son, need you to teach additional subjects. Do you have any suggestions for the enlightenment of my youngest son?”
Responding to Young Madam Tang’s question, Mrs. Mo said, “Young Madam Tang, I was not originally a teacher but merely adept in Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, and asked to become one. This matter still requires experience, and a plan must be made only after assessing the children’s abilities.”
“Oh, that’s fine…” Young Madam Tang felt no urgency about this matter. If she wished to trouble them, there would be plenty of time in the future.
“I wonder if your eldest son has other teachers?”
“Yes, Yan’er has his enlightenment teacher, who also teaches my youngest son. My eldest son has already entered the academy, so he no longer needs lessons from the enlightenment teacher, and there are others whom we’ve hired to teach chess and martial arts.”
“I see, the Eldest Young Master is quite diligent and studious. Despite his young age, he’s sensible and clever. It seems your Tang Family has a promising future.”
“Of course I’d know, having had a son myself. Here in the county, my son, despite his young age, achieves quite well in the academy. He studies alongside students a year older than him and still ranks at the top. When he first started, he even skipped a grade and moved up to the middle class.”
As she spoke of her son, pride glimmered in Young Madam Tang’s eyes.
“Hmm, it seems the students I teach are quite intelligent,” Mrs. Mo remarked with a hint of envy for Young Mrs. Tang, who had two sons.
She wondered, if she were to conceive and bear a child, adding a small life to their family, would her child be just as bright?
“Let me tell you! Here in this county, my son has to compete so hard because of the County Magistrate’s daughter. You know, despite her tender age, she’s versed in Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, always showing off in front of my son, pushing him to strive harder in his studies.”
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“Oh, I’ve just arrived here and wasn’t aware of this. Having someone to compete with is good; it pushes a child to study harder.”
“Bah, she’s just a rich girl from the Capital City who married a poor scholar, leveraging her family’s influence to bring her husband prosperity. Yet, her husband did make quite a name for himself, having passed the imperial examination before their marriage.”
In such a vast Capital City, Mrs. Mo had not heard this tale, from Young Mrs. Tang’s eyes, she seemed to look down upon scholars.
Especially scholars born into poverty; one does not choose the family they are born into. One can only continuously strive to better themselves and hope, one day, their dream will come true.
People from poor families can’t rely on their parents’ influence; they must carve their own path, a task vastly more difficult than it is for the children of wealth.
Young Madam Tang freely discussed the County Magistrate’s Wife, unafraid of Mrs. Mo reporting her.
She figured, what chance did this teacher in her house have to even meet the County Magistrate’s Wife?
Even if there were a chance to meet her, she couldn’t get close to her.
She dared not repeat today’s conversation to the County Magistrate’s Wife. Marrying a poor scholar was no secret; at the time, it became an object of envy among his fellow scholars, a marriage to a wealthy lady allowing the County Magistrate to avoid 20 years of struggle.
Mrs. Mo quietly listened to this tale Young Mrs. Tang told, nodding occasionally but kept her own counsel, inwardly hoping her husband would also advance further one day.
During this time, their conversation seemed quite harmonious to an outsider.
Mr. Tang invited Mr. Mo and Zhong Xingwang to his study.
After the boy served them tea, only then did he chat with Zhong Xingwang and Mr. Mo.
‘Young Cousin, have you decided where to buy the land? How much are you planning to buy?”
Caught off guard by Mr. Tang’s question, Mr. Mo, who hadn’t heard about his brother-in-law buying land from his wife, gave Zhong Xingwang a puzzled look, hoping he would explain.
“Cousin, I’ve thought about this place, with its beautiful mountains and waters. I plan to build a retreat here. Every year at this time, I can come here for a vacation, and so can the family. The plot I’m looking at needs to be somewhat large, but don’t worry, my brother has given me enough money.”
Zhong Xingwang chose not to disclose in front of his brother-in-law that he was buying land to build a house as a dowry for his sister. He secretly wished his brother-in-law would be more industrious and capable of supporting his sister, owning his wealth.
Not just a man thriving through his wife’s fortune, a man who should be more proactive in his chores and studies; otherwise, he would never forgive him for letting his sister down.
‘Hmm, Young Cousin, your plans are grand, but do you have enough money saved to build the house?”
As a relative, Mr. Tang felt inclined to help if he could, but he didn’t see the need to offer aid.
