"So what if Iâm too much? What can you do about it?" Yang Chuxia glared disdainfully at Old Lady Hua, and continued, "Want me to be less outrageous? Then stop doing shameful things."
As soon as Old Lady Hua in the courtyard heard Yang Chuxia mention this, she immediately ran back into the room, slamming the door of the main house along the way.
Ms. Liu in the courtyard listened to the conversation between Yang Chuxia and Old Lady Hua, her eyes flickering with curiosity.
Yang Chuxia snorted coldly, "Curiosity killed the cat." She then picked up her basket and left.
"Sister, sister, wait for me, wait for me!"
A crisp voice came from behind, Yang Chuxia turned to look, and it was the original hostâs younger brother, Yang Qingrui, two years younger than the original host, and now nine years old. He looked more like Yang Dachuan and had an honest and sturdy appearance.
Seeing her younger brother, Yang Chuxia couldnât help but think of the day she first arrived. In the original hostâs memory, her soul had not yet dissipated, but instead hovered in the air. Then, the original host saw Yang Dachuan and her two younger brothers kneeling on the ground, begging Old Lady Hua to sell themselves instead of selling Yang Chuxia.
From the original Yang Chuxiaâs memory, she saw Yang Dachuanâs head bleeding at that time, but Old Lady Hua still wouldnât relent.
People should know that Yang Chuxia was really dead at that time, and regardless of the cause of her death, Old Lady Hua selling her could be justified, as she could be exchanged for silver. Many families in the village would probably do the same.
However, these parents, who are usually bullied and scolded, wouldnât agree and struggled bitterly.
In this way, the original host was so fortunate to have such good parents and brothers, and the only drawback was that she also had a meddlesome grandfather and a group of so-called relatives who had no blood ties.
"Slow down, donât hurry, sister will wait for you here."
"Itâs fine, I wonât stumble. I run like this every day to deliver food to our father." Yang Qingrui laughed as he ran to Yang Chuxiaâs side, attempting to take the basket from her, "Sister, let me carry it. Your injury hasnât healed yet, so just walk with empty hands."
"Itâs fine, sis is almost better. Thereâs two bowls of porridge in this basket. Youâre not strong enough, donât spill the porridge." Saying this, Yang Chuxia seemed afraid that Yang Qingrui wouldnât believe her and lifted the basket with one hand while holding onto Yang Qingrui with the other.
"Sis, youâre so amazing, carrying two bowls of porridge and a steamed bun! Our Grandma doesnât dare to scold you." Yang Qingruiâs voice softened, "Last time my little brother cried for being hungry, I secretly took a bit of cucumber for him to eat and was punished by our Grandma."
"Donât worry, from now on whatever you want to eat, just take it. That old woman wouldnât dare hit you again. If she dares to, Iâm here to defend you. Just watch as I smack her big mouth."
"Mmm, my sister is the best. I really like my sister now." Yang Qingrui, reassured by Yang Chuxiaâs promise, started hopping around joyfully.
"Be careful not to jump now, the paths are narrow here. Donât fall."
Yang Qingrui immediately stopped jumping and walked in front of Yang Chuxia.
"Little brother, is our father clearing land at the foot of the mountain?"
"Yes, he is there. Sis, our father is amazing. Heâs cleared three acres of wasteland. After it freezes during the winter, we can plant food next year. With three more acres of land, we can eat our fill, and our father will no longer have to drink cold water in the middle of the night when heâs hungry." As he spoke, Yang Qingruiâs eyes reddened with emotion.