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 shaless 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 so 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 wife’s room, but she didn’t 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 seed to be ssing around near her winnowing basket. One ti, 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t possibly produce good shoots. This little boy didn’t know any better, even at such a young age.
Perhaps because she hadn’t 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 ti. She took out the at 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 al.
Ms. Wang was worried about having cornbread three als 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 Chuxia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the rice. There wasn’t much, only about two pounds.
But she hadn’t had a al with rice since she ca here, and she missed it very much.
Yang Chuxia chuckled and said, "Dad noticed you’ve 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, I’ll ask your mom to cook rice porridge for you."
"Wow, Dad, you’re the best." Yang Chuxia happily hugged Yang Dachuan’s arm, touched to the core. She didn’t 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 Chuxia’s hair. "You’re my precious daughter."
"What about ours?" Yang Qingrui tugged on Yang Qingtong’s sleeve and asked, "Dad, didn’t you buy us so candy?"
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