At this point, Yang Chuxia changed the subject and looked at the door behind the principal wife, then purposely raised her voice, "That Ms. Hua Junior is an unscrupulous and shameless one, snatching things from people and treating Brother An so harshly. Such a person will eventually be struck by lightning."
After she finished speaking, she vaguely heard some rustling noises from behind the door. Yang Chuxia sneered and went inside with her things. Ms. Wang naturally knew that Yang Chuxia was deliberately provoking the people in the principal wifeâs room, but she didnât stop her, and pretended not to notice while continuing to call the children to wash their hands and eat.
After finishing lunch, Yang Chuxia, as usual, washed the things she brought back. There were fewer small crabs today, and they just filled a small clay pot, while the remaining small shrimps and fish were washed and put out to dry in the sun.
Originally, after washing up, Yang Chuxia planned to take her sickle and go cut grass in the wasteland, but she noticed that Yang Qingbao from the first branch of the family always seemed to be messing around near her winnowing basket. One time, if not for her quick reaction, all the fish and shrimp in the basket would have been knocked on the ground.
Once might have been a coincidence, but twice was definitely on purpose. So she abandoned her plan to go to the field, and instead took a small stool and sat in front of her house, watching outside. She was curious what this little brat had in mind.
Inside the house, sisters Ruoqiu and Yang saw that Yang Chuxia sat down and didnât leave. They exchanged glances and shouted out, "Qingbao, Qingbao!"
Yang Qingbao, hearing his sisters calling him from inside, turned back and stuck his tongue out at Yang Chuxia before running into the house.
Yang Chuxia was speechless, thinking that a bad bamboo couldnât possibly produce good shoots. This little boy didnât know any better, even at such a young age.
Perhaps because she hadnât left her house all afternoon, the things in the winnowing basket were sunned safely until evening.
Yang Chuxia cooked dinner as usual, making scallops but not steaming them this time. She took out the meat and mixed it with small shrimp, small fish, and green pepper, then stir-fried them all together, along with fried cucumber, vegetable soup, and cornbread to finish the meal.
Ms. Wang was worried about having cornbread three meals a day for the past few days, wondering if their limited supply of food would last until the autumn harvest. However, seeing that the children were full, she kept silent about her concerns.
When night fell, Yang Dachuan returned from town with the items Yang Chuxia had asked him to buy.
"Huh, Dad, you even bought rice?" Yang Chuxiaâs eyes sparkled as she looked at the rice. There wasnât much, only about two pounds.
But she hadnât had a meal with rice since she came here, and she missed it very much.
Yang Chuxia chuckled and said, "Dad noticed youâve been eating corn mush with a frown every day, so I thought you must be tired of it. I just happened to earn twenty-five coins today, so I bought two pounds of rice for you. Tomorrow morning, Iâll ask your mom to cook rice porridge for you."
"Wow, Dad, youâre the best." Yang Chuxia happily hugged Yang Dachuanâs arm, touched to the core. She didnât expect her dad to be so considerate, even noticing her dislike for corn mush. However, these two pounds of rice cost twenty coins, which he earned by carrying forty loads of heavy goods.
"Silly girl!" Yang Dachuan scratched Yang Chuxiaâs hair. "Youâre my precious daughter."
"What about ours?" Yang Qingrui tugged on Yang Qingtongâs sleeve and asked, "Dad, didnât you buy us some candy?"