Thinking that if she could achieve her goal, she would definitely be able to live such a life, she took several deep breaths before speaking again.
"Xiaxia, your Fourth Aunt wants to discuss something with you, what do you think?"
Yang Chuxia glanced at her casually, took a sip of the osmanthus tea that Liâs mother had brewed for her, and then leisurely said, "Whatâs the matter?"
"Hehe, itâs like this." Ms. Luo saw that Yang Chuxiaâs expression didnât seem very happy, but she still spoke up, "I have a child now, and he is your brother. As you know, boys require a lot of money. When they are young, they need to eat well, drink well, and dress well. When they grow up, they need to go to school and pursue fame. Which of these items, such as ink, paper, inkstone, and tuition fees, doesnât cost money? Besides, when he grows up, we have to build a new house for your brother and find him a wife. Getting a wife requires a betrothal gift, right?"
"Get to the point!" Yang Chuxia became impatient, "State your purpose, what do you want to do? Or what do you want me to help you do?"
Ms. Luo was interrupted and saw that Yang Chuxiaâs expression was very impatient. She hesitated, should she continue speaking or not?
Her eyes swept across the osmanthus tea cup in front of Yang Chuxia, which was very beautiful and transparent. Of course, Ms. Luo didnât know it was made of glass, but she knew it must be expensive. Thinking about the wealthy lifestyle she wanted, she said directly, "I saw that your family harvested a lot of sugarcane this year, and I wanted to ask if you can let my family plant with you next year!"
Seeing that Yang Chuxia didnât respond, she hurriedly spoke up again, "Xiaxia, we are family, and weâre related. Donât worry, Iâll pay for the sugarcane seeds; I wonât ask you to provide them for free."
"You want to plant sugarcane?"
"Yes, of course. Hehe, Iâm sure weâll make money planting sugarcane with Xiaxia."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia fell silent.
Ms. Luo thought her silence meant disagreement, so she became anxious.
"Xiaxia, youâve planted sweet potatoes and beans with everyone else before, so why canât you do the same with sugarcane? Weâre not asking for your land or for you to provide the seeds for free. Your family is already so rich; you canât just watch us all stay poor and unable to eat meat, right?"
Seeing that Yang Chuxia still didnât respond, Ms. Luo continued, "Xiaxia, isnât it reasonable to let us have some soup if youâre eating meat? Weâre all from the same village; you canât be so heartless, right?"
Yang Chuxia slammed her cup down on the table with a "bang," startling the chatty Ms. Luo.
Yang Chuxia looked at her sharply, coldly saying, "Whether you can eat meat or not has nothing to do with me. Why should I provide you with soup? So, from now on, whatever I plant, I have to bring everyone with me? If I donât, Iâm heartless? Are you mistaken? Your poverty and wealth have nothing to do with me. I have no obligation to help you get rich. If I want to bring everyone along, itâs because Iâm in a good mood. If I donât want to, no one can criticize me. Iâm not a Land Officer or a parent official; I have no such responsibility or obligation."
"Xiuâer, get her out of here and donât let her come to our house again. She really has no shame."
"You... Yang Chuxia..." Ms. Luo was furious, having not achieved her goal and being scolded by Yang Chuxia. But when she thought of the taste of sugarcane, she knew it must be a good thing not to be missed.
But Yang Chuxia didnât want to listen to her now, so what could she do? In desperation, she touched her stomach and cried out, "My stomach hurts, my stomach hurts."