Yang Chuxia didnât say anything, walked up to Ms. Ye, and kicked her, shouting, "Are you out of your mind? Your son wanted to chop me, and your husband wanted to kill me. Now you have the nerve to ask my mother for money, to help the murderer of her daughter?"
After kicking Ms. Ye, she walked up to Ms. Liu, who had already snapped out of her jealousy, cursing herself for not remembering not to provoke Ms. Wang. However, Yang Chuxia still kicked her, causing Ms. Liu to cry out in pain.
Old Lady Hua, who was in the room, instantly felt her scalp tighten upon hearing the sound.
Then, Yang Chuxia scolded, "Iâve said it before, havenât I? Canât you remember if I donât beat you every day? Didnât I tell you not to mess with my mother? Or have you gotten so bold you dare to question my mother?"
After kicking Ms. Liu, she turned to look at Ms. Luo, who shrank her neck in fear. Seeing her like this, Yang Chuxia didnât kick her but didnât soften her words either.
"And you, stop playing little tricks and poking your nose into things all the time. Or else, if thereâs a next time, I wonât spare you."
Actually, Yang Chuxia wasnât wrong about Ms. Luoâs involvement, because Ms. Liu and Ms. Ye were bothering Ms. Wang due to her saying that Ms. Wang was soft-hearted and the best person to ask questions.
Otherwise, Ms. Liu and the others wouldnât have surrounded Ms. Wang.
However, now that Yang Chuxia had lashed out at them, they didnât dare say anything more. After all, they all knew Yang Chuxiaâs fiery temper, and she didnât fear a bad reputation or care about the relationships with the older relatives. Saying more at this point would only make things worse. So, they all sullenly returned to their rooms.
Seeing this, Yang Chuxia didnât say anything more and helped Ms. Wang wash vegetables and cook.
When lunch was ready, Yang Chuxia and Ms. Wang brought the food to the big tree behind the village and distributed it to everyone. They should have invited everyone back to their house, but since Yang Dachuan wasnât home, it wasnât appropriate to have so many guests without a male host. They told everyone that they would treat them to a good meal later in the evening.
Hearing this, everyone was naturally happy, thinking that it was customary for villagers to help each other in exchange for a meal. They didnât expect the Yang familyâs third branch to be so generous as to provide two meals.
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In the afternoon, Yang Dachuan and Uncle Old Gen returned with only some simple materials on the carriage. Upon further inquiry, they had already ordered bricks and tiles, which would arrive in two days, making things even better.
As for the wood, it wasnât a concern, as the large mountain behind the village had plenty of timber. The next day, Yang Dachuan and Old Gen took people to the mountain to cut the wood.
For several days, the construction of the Yang familyâs third branch was in full swing, bustling with activity and many villagers coming to help.
With many people helping, the work progressed quickly, and in just a few days, the foundation was laid and the walls began to be built.
One day, Yang Chuxia counted the days and realized that her second batch of drunken crabs should be ready, so she went to Ye Ziâanâs house to take them out. She opened the jars one by one and made sure that they hadnât spoiled, planning to send them to Shopkeeper Li the next day.
When she returned from Ye Ziâanâs house after checking on the drunken crabs, she found that a group of lively people had gathered in the courtyard of the Old Yang family, and her cheap grandfather was surrounded in the middle.
On one side, Yang Ruoqiu from the first branch of the family said repeatedly, "Qingbao heard Uncle Three say that Grandpa gave him money."