Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich-Chapter 224 - 223: The Anonymous Fire in the Heart
Chapter 224: Chapter 223: The Anonymous Fire in the Heart
Meng Zhaojun did not actually want to embarrass this couple of teachers but simply wanted to show off in front of Tang Shunyan and the children of the Tang family.
Previously, she was quite annoyed when Tang Shunyan asked her to leave, but now she stood firmly at the entrance of the classroom and did not trouble the two teachers.
Meng Zhaojun had considered that if she wanted Tang Shunyan to like her, then she needed to rein in her temperamental nature.
She had realized that she had always been very domineering around Tang Shunyan, which might be one reason the young boy did not like her very much.
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She thought about it from start to finish in all her encounters with the Ye sisters, the impression they left was that of destitution, plus they evoked a natural sympathy from others.
Their demure demeanor might just be the kind of “white lotus” persona that men liked.
Her fierce girlfriend character was certainly not liked by ancient men or boys.
Meng Zhaojun often understood this truth, but she simply couldn’t control her own emotions, making her seem like an unapproachable Miss.
Meng Zhaojun only stood at the entrance for a while, seeing those who could only play basic notes but not the entire piece, and some had no basics at all and were just randomly hitting the guzheng.
The guzheng in ancient times, actually referred to as guzheng and not like the modern pianos, required the protection of one’s fingers and was easily injured.
Listened and soon found it very boring, not wanting to foolishly stand there and eat, she took two maids to the garden, sat in a pavilion, and came to this place not to enjoy the flowers or view the artificial mountains and fish ponds.
She wanted to sit there and wait for their music class to end before looking for Tang Shunyan.
The young lady of the Meng family sat in the pavilion and the astute servant of the Tang family quickly served them tea, pastries, and also brought fruits.
Meng Zhaojun did not take anything to eat, feeling that the most boring part of coming to ancient times was the lack of phones and computers. When idle, except for Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, there really was nothing to remove the boredom.
On such a summer day, even sitting by the water in a pavilion, one could feel that even the breeze that blew by was hot, missing the modern air conditioning thoroughly.
Every day was filled with boredom; besides finding people to play, she played by herself, completely cut off from any external news.
Occasionally some storytellers in teahouses, or inviting performers to play opera in the house, those yiya narrations, were merely ancient love stories mostly filled with sad tales, some even being tragic stories, including some superstitious ghost stories.
In ancient times, there were no other entertainments, fussing and fighting counted another day; the phenomenon of people constantly looking down at their phones was gone, but patriarchy, as well as disparity between the noble and the poor, existed.
Meng Zhaojun had been in this ancient time for 5 or 6 years, sometimes the loneliness and boredom were unbearable.
Her small body housed a mature soul, lacking the innocence of a child, thinking deeply which made her anxious and irritable, longing to grow up!
Meng Zhaojun understood that this mood stemmed from having a child’s body but a mature soul, which made it impossible for Tang Shunyan to understand her feelings!
Apart from the maids and family around her, no other girl her age could she treat as a confidant, nor did she desire to interact with them.
This made her feel very lonely without sisters. Her older brother, though clever and quick-witted, was too bookish to connect with his thoughts.
Perhaps her thoughts were too mature, pondering too much, and her family could not understand what she really wanted to learn, nor could she discuss her thoughts with others, burying these concerns deep in her heart.
Her maids quietly stood aside, not daring to disturb their mistress while she was lost in thought.
Meng Zhaojun waited and felt that by this hour, Tang Shunyan’s music class should have ended, so why hadn’t Tang Shunyan come to find her?
“Liang Chen, go see if Tang Shunyan’s class has ended.”
“Yes…”
The maid walked out, and Meng Zhaojun looked at the sun which had almost reached mid-sky. She furrowed her brows, a hint of anxiety in her eyes.
“Miss Meng, the young madam invites you to her courtyard for a meal.”
At this moment, another maid entered the pavilion, greeted her, and extended the invitation.
“Where is your young master? Has he arrived at the young madam’s courtyard yet?” Meng Zhaojun countered without responding.
“Miss Meng, our young master is still in class!”
“Wasn’t it said that the music teacher only teaches for an hour in the morning?”
Meng Zhaojun felt certain that it wasn’t a mistake in her information; there must have been another issue. She couldn’t imagine that Tang Shunyan was deliberately avoiding her; if he could avoid her on the first, he couldn’t avoid the fifteenth. The holiday was still more than a month away; she could come here every day!
“Besides an hour of music lessons, our young master also has half an hour of tutoring by the teacher. This was arranged by the young madam, as she also has the teacher take on additional classes,” said the maid.
Meng Zhaojun nodded, then asked again, “Are your young master and the others really having classes every day during the holiday?”
“Not exactly, I heard that the day after tomorrow, the teacher will go to take on a music class at the Ye family’s home, and our young master and some other Tang Family’s scholars can take a day off.”
“Oh, it seems your teacher can earn quite a bit, seeing how busy they are every day! So, they don’t have any time to rest?”
Meng Zhaojun’s curiosity was piqued, especially about the teacher going to take a part-time job at the Ye family’s home; would Tang Shunyan also go along?
“The money the teachers earn is of course more than what we servants earn; we also wish we could, but we don’t have that capability. It was the Ye family who asked to employ the teacher. Our madam kindly invited relatives to come and teach, and also to take additional classes, which is much cheaper than hiring a teacher on their own,” explained the maid.
The maid shared more information than usual, clarifying for Meng Zhaojun that this couple, who were teachers, would also teach the Ye family girls.
Thinking that Tang Shunyan had a hand in this deal, a nameless anger rose in Meng Zhaojun’s heart!
“Hmph, a pheasant is still a pheasant, does playing an instrument turn one into a phoenix?”
Meng Zhaojun’s voice was very low when she said this, but the two maids in front of her heard her words clearly.
The second-class maid beside Lady Tang kept her head down and dared not speak; such words could be spoken by others, but they, who were servants, dared not for fear of offending the young master.
They knew that the young master always protected only those who had been his wet nurses for a few months.
“Mei Jing, let’s go…”
Meng Zhaojun didn’t understand that maid, nor did she want to visit Tang Shunyan. Were it not for politeness, she might have just returned to her mansion.
In her anger, she still remembered that she was a young girl, visiting Tang Mansion under the guidance of her mother; at her young age, she wasn’t entitled to leave impulsively.
Meng Zhaojun arrived at Lady Tang’s courtyard where her mother and Lady Tang seemed to be chatting harmoniously in the living room.
“Young madam, mother!”
Meng Zhaojun greeted the two elders and steadied her emotions.
“Miss Meng, Yan’er, how are your guzheng lessons going?”
Lady Tang was actually asking knowingly; on the first day of the classes, she and some other parents had watched from outside the classroom. Whether their children had a base or were total beginners, none could compare to this young girl in front of her!
