After a moment of silence, Yang Dayong asked, "You had someone check on her, didnât you?"
"Yes."
"Are they still watching her?"
"Theyâre watching."
Yang Dayong said, "Next time the two of them are together, have someone tell me."
"Why?" Yang Chuxia was taken aback by Yang Dayongâs reaction. "Uncle Dayong, youâre not thinking of meeting them yourself, are you?"
"Yeah, why not?" Yang Dayong nodded and said, "That Shen Qiu, unless sheâs caught red-handed by me, she wonât admit it. In the end, it becomes my problem."
"So, Uncle Dayong, you knew all along. I worried for nothing." She had always been afraid that Uncle Dayong was deceived by Shen Qiu, not expecting him to be this clear-headed.
"Your Uncle Dayong is no longer young and not some green youngster either, how can he not know anything?"
"Uncle Dayong, youâre exaggerating too much, youâre not that old, youâre still young."
Not yet thirty years of age, far from old.
"Oh, Xiaxia is here?" While they were talking, Land Officer Yang came back from outside. Yang Dayong gave Yang Chuxia a look, and she nodded to indicate she wouldnât tell their granduncle.
"Granduncle, who did you go to talk with today?" Yang Chuxia stepped forward, helping him to a chair.
"I went to see your Great Uncle. He said Old Aunt-in-law Gen was at home arranging marriages for the children."
"Is that so? Old Aunt-in-law Genâs children are also of marriageable age now, time really flies." In her memory, Old Aunt-in-law Genâs daughter was still very young.
Land Officer Yang laughed and said, "Time does fly indeed. In a few more years, your Yangyang will be old enough to discuss marriage."
Yangyang, who was playing outside with Yang Qingkang, heard this and ran inside, pulling at Land Officer Yang, "Great-grandfather, I donât need to discuss marriage because I already have a wife."
"Oh? You have a wife already? Which familyâs daughter?" Land Officer Yang thought it was true and even asked Yang Chuxia.
"Great-grandfather, my wife hasnât been born yet. Next time I see Aunt Dongyang, I will urge her."
"Heh, turns out youâre joking with great-grandfather!"
It was Yang Dayong who was amused by his jest.
After chatting for a while at Land Officer Yangâs home and seeing that it was getting late, the mother and son excused themselves and left for home. On their way, they happened to run into Yang Lichun.
She was holding her sonâs hand, scolding him, "How many times have I told you not to mess with other peopleâs things? Why canât you listen?"
"Granny told me to do it," the little fellow said.
"Pfft, âyour granny,â nothing but an old witch. She doesnât learn herself and even misleads you. Iâm warning you, if you listen to her and mess with othersâ stuff again, Iâll break your hands."
"Got it, got it, you do go on, mother."
The boy then wriggled free from Yang Lichun and ran off on his own.
Yang Lichun was about to take off after him, but as she lifted her leg, she noticed Yang Chuxia and her son.
Perhaps embarrassed to have her scolding witnessed by Yang Chuxia, she glared fiercely at Yang Chuxia before walking away.
"Tsk, her temperament is still the same as before," Yang Chuxia muttered after she left.
"Mom, who is she?"
"Someone from the village."
"So when I see her again, how should I address her?"
"Just call her âauntieâ."
"Oh."
After the mother and sonâs figures had faded into the distance, Yang Lichun emerged from behind a pile of grass, watching their backs with a complicated expression.
"Some people really do have good fortune!" she muttered to herself before heading home.