Transmigrated as A Farm Girl Making Her Family Rich

Chapter 102: Chapter 101 Showcasing Talent

Mrs. Li stood behind, quietly accompanying the young Master without uttering a word, serving tea when they needed, almost like an invisible person.

She did not know Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, before these maids of the wealthy family, a woman born of a farmer girl, she was far inferior, no wonder they were so proud.

Look down on this farmer’s wife, one must have the capital to look down on people!

Tang Shunyan didn’t understand chess, yet he could see from Meng Zhaojun’s effortless play, constantly capturing Xiu Zhi’s pieces. Xiu Zhi’s embarrassed and panicked expression had already shown the difference in skill.

Within Tang Shunyan’s young mind arose questions and amazement, how did Meng Zhaojun learn?

Could it be she started learning while in her mother’s womb? If not in the womb, then her family raised her to be too incredible!

“Alright, now for Go!” Meng Zhaojun said casually after effortlessly capturing another piece, the outcome already decided.

“Oh, okay…” Xiu Zhi sneakily took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face, feeling not only his face but also the back of his shirt soaked with sweat from the nerves.

Xiu Zhi moved the chess pieces aside without putting them back in the box, as Meng Zhaojun said she would compare with the Maid Mei Zhi later.

Xiu Zhi poured out the Go pieces, and the two began their battle anew.

Playing Go, Meng Zhaojun’s speed was fast, her patience lacking, and in just a moment Xiu Zhi was defeated, trembling as he stood up.

“Do you still want to compare?” Meng Zhaojun looked up at the standing Maid Mei Zhi, not really wanting this maid to waste her time.

Maid Mei Zhi wisely got the hint from Meng Zhaojun’s eyes, and said to her, “Miss Meng, your skill in the game is superior, Mei Zhi is not a match.”

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Hearing the maid’s words, Meng Zhaojun nodded and said to Tang Shunyan,

“Tang Shunyan, do you still need me to play against your maid? Do you understand it?”

Tang Shunyan shook his head and said, “You didn’t explain, so I’m clueless. How would I know what you are playing?”

“Tang Shunyan, didn’t you say you would have your father find a teacher for you? Let the teacher teach you then. Now I will draw your portrait, which is also showcasing my talent – one of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting.”

Meng Zhaojun didn’t have the patience to teach, to flaunt in front of this bratty kid was more like it.

Tang Shunyan nodded, prompting the Maid Mei Zhi to find drawing paper and ink and brushes in the study.

His study had it all, his family had prepared everything thoroughly, all was ready.

He could learn the arts of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, being very young, they couldn’t put too much pressure on him, learning these things would come sooner or later.

The elders of the Tang Family hadn’t expected that what they prepared for Tang Shunyan would come into use so quickly.

Seeing the paper, ink, and brushes that Maid Mei Zhi fetched for him, Meng Zhaojun noted that the paper was quite good. It was a waste to spend so much money for a bratty kid to learn, for him to practice on such good paper.

Indeed wealthy families, but she liked painting on good paper, noticing the brush, also premium quality.

In her past life, Meng Zhaojun learned oil painting; she understood a bit of traditional Chinese painting as well. Reincarnated in ancient times, she had practiced these years, although not a master, it was more than enough to display her talent for the bratty kid Tang Shunyan.

“Tang Shunyan, sit still, I’ll draw your portrait.”

“Okay, paint!” Tang Shunyan obediently sat still, letting Meng Zhaojun draw him.

Seeing the way Meng Zhaojun held the brush, and remembering her impressive demonstration before, he didn’t doubt her painting skills.

Instead, he felt excited, wanting Meng Zhaojun to make a portrait of him, which he could then give to the wet nurse’s little sister at home.

In the future, when the wet nurse’s little sister couldn’t see him often, seeing the portrait would be like seeing him.

Meng Zhaojun was concentrating on painting and unaware of Tang Shunyan’s thoughts. Had she known, would she have painted so earnestly?

Perhaps she would have been quite angry!

Meng Zhaojun was engrossed in her painting when a maid named Jufeng, following the young madam’s orders, came in to invite Tang Shunyan and Meng Zhaojun to the young madam’s drawing room for a meal.

However, seeing Meng Zhaojun so focused on her painting and noticing how lifelike the portrait of the Young Master was, she didn’t dare to interrupt and stood by, waiting silently.

Tang Shunyan had been sitting for so long that he shifted his body, feeling his buttocks grow tired.

“Tang Shunyan, don’t move. If you do, the painting won’t turn out well,” Meng Zhaojun said to Tang Shunyan with a strict tone.

“Oh…”

Tang Shunyan could only obediently continue sitting still, but although he remained motionless, his stomach started to protest.

“Gurgle”

Everyone heard someone’s stomach rumbling, and they looked at each other with knowing glances.

Tang Shunyan’s face turned red immediately. Feeling hungry and having his stomach growl in front of Meng Zhaojun was quite embarrassing.

Meng Zhaojun wasn’t hungry. She had breakfast at home before coming here, and in the young madam’s courtyard, she had eaten so many pastries and drunk so much tea, which was even sweetened with honey.

She felt a sense of fullness in her stomach and didn’t feel hungry at all. She hadn’t slept well the night before, but felt that having tea and pastries made her more alert, and she wasn’t the least bit sleepy.

“Alright…”

Meng Zhaojun finally completed Tang Shunyan’s portrait. She had kept it fairly simple, avoiding painting the background or the lower body, thinking that the upper body alone was sufficient, as painting the lower half would take even more time.

Moreover, since coloring was not an option, having finished the portrait was already quite an accomplishment, given that this was, after all, only an ink painting.

“Let me see…” Tang Shunyan was about to pick up the finished sheet of paper.

“Hold on, the ink hasn’t dried yet. Don’t touch it, or you’ll waste my craftsmanship,” Meng Zhaojun stopped Tang Shunyan.

Tang Shunyan, upon hearing this, could only look with his eyes and refrain from touching.

“Young Master, Miss Meng, I have come by the young madam’s order to invite you to dine,” Jufeng saw this as an opportunity to speak and addressed the two children.

“Hmm, let’s go! Tang Shunyan, if you have time this afternoon, I’ll play the qin for you. If not, then next time. There will always be a chance,” Meng Zhaojun initially wanted to offer her qin playing, but now that it was time to eat, she also wanted to take a break.

Tang Shunyan nodded and said, “Okay, let’s go eat first.”

Meng Zhaojun nodded and walked ahead. She had brought a maid from the Meng Residence with her; the maid felt proud of the young lady’s impressive performance and considered it an honor to serve such a talented young lady. Her expression betrayed her pride.

Before leaving the room, Tang Shunyan looked back at the painting and said to the maid Mei Zhi behind him, “Stay here. Once the portrait is dry, put it away.”

“Yes, young Master,” the maid Mei Zhi, entrusted with this important task, obediently remained in the study.

Meng Zhaojun heard this, too, and she glanced back at Tang Shunyan, thinking with delight that this little boy took such care with the portrait she had painted.

Her plan was unfolding step by step as she had envisioned, promising a good development.