"But Li Yi isn’t here, he went to the county town and hasn’t returned yet." Feng Caie couldn’t bother with her separation, "What do we do now?" Although Li Jiaya learned dicine from her father since childhood and could prescribe cold redies, she wasn’t confident about much else, and no one had ever asked her to check on them.
"Go find Xinxin." Yang Baihe shook her chaotic hair, "Quickly, grab the door panel and carry him over. If they’re sent there, that girl can’t refuse to take them in."
Yang Baichuan hurriedly went and dismantled the door panel from the side room, then, with several pairs of hands, lifted Yang Peili onto it.
Yang Peili, still unaware of where he was injured, looked unnaturally pale and was unconscious, with beads of sweat rolling down in large drops.
"Ruhuai." Yang Baichuan called over his youngest son, "Quickly go to your cousin’s house and let them know, ask them to send soone to help."
"Second Brother, are you crazy? If you notify them in advance, Yang Ruxin might get ready to refuse us!" Yang Baihe rolled her eyes at Yang Baichuan, "Just go straight there, hurry up, you two carry him."
"Do you think everyone is like you?" Yang Baichuan glared at his sister, "This is a matter of life and death, Xinxin won’t act like that." Then, looking at his youngest son, "Go quickly."
Yang Ruohuai happily ran off, he had long wanted to go to his aunt’s house, but unfortunately, he wasn’t welcod, but now with his father ill, he could rightfully stay there.
But Feng Caie wasn’t willing: "Why should I be the one carrying him? He’s your father, why aren’t you helping?"
"You hit him." Yang Baihe glared.
"Didn’t you hit him as well?" Feng Caie glared back, "Let tell you Yang Baihe, if you don’t carry him, I’m not doing it either. If he dies, we bury him together."
"Enough, you two." Yang Baichuan shouted, "Arguing now? Carry him together, hurry, otherwise you two will be murderers."
Finally, they stopped arguing and unwillingly lifted the door panel to carry it out.
Yang Peili, who had fainted earlier, was woken by pain as they moved him. Though he didn’t speak, he was conscious and naturally heard the argunts. He sighed inwardly, paying for past indulgence with these ingrates, a sha, too late to regret now.
anwhile, in the small building, Yang Ruxin was holding an embroidery needle, stitching a bib, with no choice but to heed what people said, that a child’s close items should be embroidered by the mother herself.
The family opened an embroidery shop in the county town, next to the forr self-selection supermarket, managed by Erni, with Chun Gui as the shopkeeper. The earlier textile products stored in the self-selection supermarket had been moved to the embroidery shop. The embroiderers were family mbers and the girls brought back from the Governor’s Office Pass made up the main force. Other girls could contribute too, earning commissions for their work.
For instance, Chun Hua, when Yang Ruxin wasn’t ho, made many embroideries during her free ti, earning seven or eight taels of silver in commission each month.
Another is Luo Qiaoqiao, who’s too stubborn to accept favors for nothing. Her embroidery skills are excellent, making dolls for the embroidery room every month, earning ten or more taels of silver as commission, enough to support her family comfortably.
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