After Becoming the Villain Mother-in-Law, I Launch My Redemption Arc Chapter 29: She Has a Cheat Too?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

ng Yao agreed with a smile, "Of course. Four beauties, four pieces of Chang’e flying to the moon, four pieces of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Three fours are twelve, for a total of three hundred and sixty taels."

Shopkeeper Liu nodded, "Sister Zhao, don’t worry, you won’t be shorted on the silver taels. However, we must first settle the contract so that everyone can have peace of mind."

ng Yao nodded, "That’s necessary."

Shopkeeper Liu personally wrote the contract, signed her na, and used the seal of the Hundred Embroidery House.

ng Yao then signed her na and pressed her fingerprint.

Unfortunately, the writing was sowhat unattractive.

There was nothing to be done about it; she had barely practiced with a brush, and with the complexity of the strokes in her na, just making it legible was already quite an achievent.

In comparison, Shopkeeper Liu’s handwriting was much neater.

Even so, Shopkeeper Liu was quite astonished, as in her understanding, rural won were generally illiterate, let alone able to write.

Therefore, she praised ng Yao a few tis.

ng Yao replied generously, saying it was all taught by Zhao Ting, and also ntioned that her son is currently studying as well.

In these tis, scholars easily garner goodwill. She brought up Zhao Dahe to slightly elevate her status. The difference between a family that values literature and farming, and one that relies solely on manual labor, is quite significant!

Sure enough, there was a bit more admiration in Shopkeeper Liu’s eyes.

"Three hundred and fifty taels, I’ll give Sister Zhao a silver note, and thirteen taels in broken silver," Shopkeeper Liu said.

Otherwise, moving so much silver would be one thing, but it would mostly be too conspicuous.

Although the world is peaceful nowadays, no one can guarantee that soone won’t be tempted by wealth.

ng Yao thanked Shopkeeper Liu for her thoughtfulness, put the broken silver into her purse, and tucked the silver note into her chest.

"So, what will Sister Zhao take this ti?" Shopkeeper Liu asked ng Yao as usual.

ng Yao decisively refused. Although she inherited the embroidery skills of her original self and found them quite interesting, it didn’t an she was willing to embroider day and night and strain her eyes.

Embroidering constantly for a year yields only a bit over thirty taels. Now that she had an extra three hundred and sixty taels, even if she were to support Zhao Xiaoshu’s studies, doing nothing else, she could sustain it for a few years. Moreover, when not embroidering, she could still draw patterns. There was no need to worry about interim financial difficulties.

Shopkeeper Liu was a bit regretful, "I truly admire Sister Zhao’s embroidery skills."

"It’s not like I’m giving up embroidery entirely. When I feel like embroidering, I’ll definitely prioritize the Hundred Embroidery House," ng Yao said.

One must hold firmly onto one’s golden opportunities.

"Shopkeeper Liu, regarding the issue of the patterns coming from my hand, I hope for confidentiality."

The principle of not flaunting one’s wealth unnecessarily is one ng Yao understood well. After all, the Hundred Embroidery House wasn’t monopolizing the business, and there were plenty of competitors. If they learned of this detail, wouldn’t that place her at risk?

Shopkeeper Liu understood this reasoning as well and imdiately promised confidentiality.

After all, ng Yao’s concerns were also her own.

After leaving the Hundred Embroidery House, ng Yao felt a bit nervous.

After all, she now carried a large sum.

Ancient silver notes were unlike modern bank cards; once lost, you couldn’t retrieve them without a password.

If the silver note were lost, anyone who picked it up could exchange it for silver at a money shop, as long as it was authentic.

ng Yao secretly wished there were a safe place to store the silver.

Strangely, her purse was still there, but the silver was gone, and when she checked her chest, the silver note was also missing.

Having read a few transmigration novels, she knew many transmigrators had special powers, like lucky koi abilities, uncanny foresight, or personal spaces.

From the ti she arrived until just now, she had never thought about needing a safe place to store silver, which was why ng Yao never realized she had such an ability.

ng Yao focused her thoughts and silently chanted for a piece of broken silver, then felt a bit of weight return to her empty purse.

She was keen to see how large her personal space was, but unfortunately, she dared not risk it on the street.

After all, she had read that so transmigrators fainted when using their spaces, while others beca like wooden puppets. The conditions for use seed quite harsh. It was better to study this at ho.

Taking the broken silver out of the space, ng Yao prepared to go shopping.

Song Xiu’er didn’t have many clothes, so ng Yao bought a few yards of fabric with patterns suitable for her, planning to sew so garnts once her confinent period was over. She couldn’t very well gift sothing only to her daughter-in-law and not her son, so she bought a few more yards of coarse fabric, in dark blue and grey, choosing two colors.

As for Zhao Dahe, after so thought, ng Yao bought two decent tunics suited to his size.

Previously, making clothes for Zhao Dahe was sothing the original self always did.

ng Yao was not keen on doing it. Having ample funds, she naturally opted to buy them.

Zhao Xiaoshu didn’t have many clothes, and it was ti to add a few pieces. To further endear herself to this younger son, ng Yao decisively purchased fine cotton fabric, intending to hand-make them once back ho. As for Zhao Xiaohua, being the only little girl, it wouldn’t be fair to favor one over the other, so she resolved to make clothes for her too.

As for herself, the original person dressed quite maturely, and honestly, none of those clothes appealed to ng Yao.

Yet, considering that rural won typically dressed similarly, ng Yao didn’t dare be too unconventional, so she bought two sets of plain yet quality ready-made clothes resembling what Shopkeeper Liu wore: subtly toned grey-pink jackets with grey pants akin to lantern pants, neat, efficient, and elegant.

The fabric and ready-made clothes together cost eight taels of silver.

Among them, the fabric for Song Xiu’er and the ready-made clothes for Zhao Dahe were the most expensive.

ng Yao didn’t mind too much; money is just money, to be spent and earned again.

Afterward, ng Yao bought so pastries and preserved fruits and headed straight to Songbai Hall, where Zhao Dahe studied.

The gatekeeper, an old gentleman with an excellent mory, recognized ng Yao and let her in with a smile, directing her to wait in the small garden room, as there was still a quarter of an hour before classes ended.

ng Yao thanked the old gentleman and followed her mory’s route to the small garden room.

Before long, Zhao Dahe arrived, accompanied by a boy of similar stature but as chubby as Zhao Xiaohua.

For ng Yao’s visit, Zhao Dahe was extrely excited.

"Mom, what good things did you bring for ?"

ng Yao presented the tunic and handed Zhao Dahe the pastries and preserved fruits.

A slight wane crossed Zhao Dahe’s smile, "Mom, this isn’t a garnt you made. Didn’t you say you wanted to personally make all of my clothes?"

"Your sister-in-law needs to recuperate, Xiaoshu needs nourishnt, you know what kind of person your big brother is, and Xiaohua hasn’t been in high spirits lately either. I’m so busy I could split myself into eight. How could I find the ti to make clothes for you? Besides, I still have embroidery work to do. You’ve always been so considerate since you were little; I’m sure you wouldn’t want to work myself to exhaustion making your clothes. So, I just bought them for you," ng Yao said earnestly.

With adequate reasoning from ng Yao, what could Zhao Dahe do? Wear the bought new clothes, of course. At least they’re new clothes.

"Alright, alright, don’t look so glum. When you co next ti, I’ll make sothing delicious for you." ng Yao teased, knowing that while Zhao Dahe wasn’t as much a foodie as Zhao Xiaohua, he was still enthusiastic about food.

As expected, Zhao Dahe’s eyes lit up imdiately. The chubby boy next to him, however, was staring at ng Yao like a spotlight.