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"He at least knew about it," Li Xiuyun sighed, her face pale.

"Father, you shouldn't have agreed to Xiaoman's request."

Yang Laishun shook his head. "Given Xiaoman's temper, even if we don't let her go, she'll find a way to go."

"Instead of doing that, it's better to let her go openly and honestly, so as to avoid arousing unnecessary suspicion."

"Besides, that Master Qi has treated us well since his third son died. Although he spent money to buy Yang Xiaoning home as a child bride, he also said that if we can raise three taels of silver within a month, we can redeem Xiaoning from her."

"He will treat her like his own daughter for the next month, providing her with the best food and drink."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuyun fell silent.

The three taels of silver that Master Qi gave us were indeed extremely important.

Otherwise, she wouldn't even have the money to hire a husband.

Those who die violently in the wild should be given a grand funeral.

"Third son's wife, don't worry about the money."

Grandma Yang gently grasped Li Xiuyun's hand. "Your father and I have already discussed it. Since we are going to divide the family property, the third son's children should also receive a share of the land."

"If all else fails, you can mortgage the land you've been allocated and use the money to redeem Aning from the Qi family."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiuyun was startled and instinctively withdrew her hand.

"Mother, my eldest and second eldest brothers will definitely not agree."

If the husband were still alive, the two elders' land should be divided into three parts and equally distributed among the three brothers.

But now her husband is gone, and she and Xiaoman are left to depend on each other. Even Aning has been sent to the Qi family mansion...

How could those two brothers stand by and watch their family land be divided up to people with different surnames?

Whether they agree or not is irrelevant.

Yang Laishun glared at him. "As long as I'm still alive in this family, I'm the one in charge!"

Just then, faint footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

The three of them immediately fell silent, and then Yang Xiaoman walked in carrying an empty wooden basin.

"It's getting late, we should head back."

Yang Laishun stood up shakily and casually put his straw hat back on his head.

"Farewell, Father and Mother!"

Li Xiuyun quickly got up as well, "Xiaoman, go see your grandparents off."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoman nodded and placed the wooden basin on the ground.

Then, obediently following behind her grandparents, she walked out of the yard.

Just as he stepped out of the hospital gate, Yang Laishun suddenly stopped, turned around to look at Yang Xiaoman's tender little face, and said softly:

"Okay, that's enough for now."

"You must be very careful when you go to the Qi family tomorrow."

"No matter what, don't tarnish your father's reputation!"

After saying that, before Yang Xiaoman could reply, he took Yang's hand and left the courtyard.

After walking several dozen steps away, Old Mrs. Yang sighed and asked softly:

"Old man, aren't you asking too much of Xiaoman?"

"She's only seven years old at most, how could she possibly catch up to the third child's abilities?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Laishun pursed his lips, and blood seeped from his chapped lips.

"Becoming a butcher isn't that easy."

……

Back in the courtyard, Yang Xiaoman began packing the pig-slaughtering tools she would need to bring the next day.

After counting everything, they were carefully put back into the wooden box.

At the same time, I learned from my mother to wrap the pig-slaughtering knife with several layers of thick coarse cloth.

In this way, you can avoid hurting yourself while traveling.

Looking at her busy daughter, Li Xiuyun sighed helplessly.

Then he stepped forward, grabbed one end of the coarse cloth, and whispered:

"Xiaoman, go and rest. I can take care of the rest."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman loosened her grip, rested her chin on her hand, and watched as her mother carefully wrapped the pig-slaughtering knife with cloth.

Suddenly, she abruptly asked:

"Mother, why don't you want your daughter to go to the Qi family?"

She had naturally taken in her mother's reaction just now.

Li Xiuyun paused in her movements, then smiled awkwardly:

"It's nothing, I'm just a little worried because the Qi family lives far away in town."

"But it would be good if you could visit Aning on your way. Your sister used to love sticking to you the most at home."

Upon hearing this, a cute, innocent face flashed through Yang Xiaoman's mind.

In this family, the person closest to her was not her parents, but her younger sister, Yang Xiaoning, who was sold at the beginning of the story.

"Mother, don't worry."

"I will earn enough money within a month to bring my sister home!"

Li Xiuyun trembled and slowly looked up at her eldest daughter in front of her.

Yang Xiaoman had shed her former childlike innocence and naivety, and her fair face showed an indescribable seriousness.

"I'm content with your kind intentions."

She affectionately touched her daughter's smooth forehead and whispered:

"However, your grandparents just said that after the family is divided in a couple of days, the land that belongs to your father will be allocated to us. Then we can mortgage it to someone else and redeem Aning from the Qi family."

Mortgaged land?

Looking at her mother, who seemed relieved, Yang Xiaoman frowned imperceptibly.

Based on her understanding of her uncles' families, she fears that the day of the family division will not go as smoothly as her mother expects.

"Hopefully, after this morning's lesson, my two uncles will be able to control their tempers... and stop causing trouble."

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoman narrowed her eyes.

She suddenly felt that she would need to carry a butcher's knife and participate in the division of the family property when the time came.

As darkness fell, Yang Xiaoman went inside to rest after her mother finished tidying up the yard.

I went to Qijia Village early this morning. Not only did the round trip take a lot of energy, but I also have to clean up the mess left by my uncle and his wife when I get home.

So much so that she fell into a deep sleep the moment her back touched the bed.

Late at night, Yang Xiaoman faintly heard noises coming from outside the door.

She rolled over, not paying any attention.

……

When the rooster crowed at dawn, Yang Xiaoman rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up in bed.

I yawned and just stepped out the door when I almost bumped into my mother who was coming from the opposite direction.

She looked closely and saw her mother carrying a wooden basin and hurrying towards the kitchen.

"Xiaoman, you're awake?"

Li Xiuyun was somewhat surprised. She was about to finish her work before waking her daughter up.

Unexpectedly, she woke up first.

Yang Xiaoman nodded, looking at her mother's dark circles and tired face.

"Mother, have you not slept all night?"

She then remembered the commotion in the yard last night.

"I slept for a while." Li Xiuyun was a little surprised, obviously not expecting her daughter to find out, and quickly changed the subject. "Mom made you some coarse flour buns, eat your fill before you set off, and take a couple with you in case you get hungry on the way."

Just as Yang Xiaoman was about to nod in agreement, she heard her add:

"By the way, the Qi family is not like the main family in Majia Village. He is a well-known landlord in the town."

"Once you get there, just focus on your work and don't ask any more questions, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, Mother."

Seeing this, Li Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief and led her into the kitchen.

After Yang Xiaoman finished eating and went out, she had already prepared her toolbox and pig-slaughtering knife on the bluestone steps in front of the house.

In addition, there was a crumpled little purse lying next to it.

"Keep the silver with you, just in case."

Yang Xiaoman wanted to refuse, but after seeing her mother's unquestionable expression, she had no choice but to give up.

He carefully placed the toolbox behind his back, then shouldered the butcher knife and left the yard.

Watching her daughter's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Li Xiuyun's eyes were filled with worry.

She had a premonition that this trip to the Qi family would...

It probably won't go as smoothly as yesterday's trip to Majia Village.