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As soon as they arrived at the village entrance, Yang Xiaoman got on the oxcart.

The villagers, who were already seated in the cart, noticed the pig-slaughtering knife she was holding and tacitly moved to sit down beside her.

Seeing Yang Xiaoman looking over, he immediately put on a friendly smile.

"Xiaoman, you're out killing...working so early in the morning? You're really something."

Yang Xiaoman nodded slightly without saying a word.

She had to act tough to avoid being targeted and taken advantage of.

In contrast, the villagers didn't care about her opinion.

At worst, I'll just go all out and be a wicked woman!

As the oxcart swayed along, Yang Xiaoman leaned back leisurely and fell into a deep sleep.

The benefits of establishing a bad reputation are gradually becoming apparent.

At least in the crowded carriage, she was the only one with some space; the others were crammed together, afraid of accidentally bumping into the butcher knife she was carrying.

An hour later, when Yang Xiaoman was woken up by the coachman, she found that the carriage was empty.

The air was filled with the sounds of lively conversation and shouts.

She counted out three copper coins, handed them to the driver, and then hurriedly got off the carriage.

What comes into view are people dressed in all sorts of coarse clothes, and small stalls set up on both sides of the street.

Soon, Yang Xiaoman's attention was drawn to a vendor selling candied hawthorns.

In her memory, her younger sister loved sweet treats like candied hawthorn berries. Whenever her father went to town on business and forgot to bring candied hawthorn berries home, the courtyard would probably be restless that night.

"With a crybaby like Ah Ning, being sent to an unfamiliar environment, I'm afraid she'll have a very difficult time these next few days."

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoman couldn't help but sigh.

He immediately stepped forward, asked about the price, and then took out two coins to pick out a string of fresh and plump hawthorn candied hawthorns.

They also learned the way to the Qi family from the vendor.

Sima Town is not large, and Qijia is located in its southeast.

Yang Xiaoman was currently standing on the busiest street in Sima Town, which was also the only market.

Following the vendor's advice, Yang Xiaoman quickened her pace, holding a candied hawthorn in her left hand and carrying a butcher's knife.

A short while later, as she turned a corner and passed through the end of a narrow alley, a bright and open space suddenly opened up before her.

A house with blue brick and tile walls came into view.

Several horse-drawn carriages were parked in a row on the wide bluestone street in front.

Two farmhands in gray jackets walked out of the courtyard with smiles on their faces.

The family had a joyous occasion, and the celebratory money they received was more than their usual monthly wages.

Seeing someone come out of the door, Yang Xiaoman strode over without hesitation.

"May I ask, gentlemen, is this the residence of Master Qi?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two long-term workers from Qi were startled and subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.

Then I saw a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old, holding a candied hawthorn in her hand and carrying something wrapped in coarse cloth in her other hand.

Seeing this, the gaunt farmhand standing on the right quickly said:

"This is indeed the Qi family residence, but you've come at the wrong time. Today, my eldest son has just recovered from a serious illness, and my master is hosting a grand banquet for guests; he's extremely busy."

"If you want to beg for food, you might as well come back tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman's faint smile suddenly froze.

Begging, begging for food?!

"etc."

She coughed lightly, then casually gripped the butcher knife and gently pressed the tip against the ground.

"You've misunderstood. I'm not here to beg."

"My father is Yang the butcher, and I'm here to work for your master."

Butcher Yang?

As soon as those three words were uttered, the two farmhands were stunned for a moment and subconsciously exchanged glances.

Never heard of it?

Besides, the butcher who came to their door today, in their memory, was not surnamed Yang...

The thin farmhand frowned impatiently, about to speak and persuade him to leave.

Just then, a joyful shout came from behind:

"Sister Xiaoman?"

The next second, a small figure ran out of the yard.

Without thinking, he threw himself into Yang Xiaoman's arms.

"A-Ning?!"

She was somewhat surprised to encounter her younger sister, whom she hadn't seen for several days, before even entering the Qi family's gate.

Yang Xiaoning trembled, stared blankly up at the sky, and large tears fell down her cheeks.

If she hadn't been holding Yang Xiaoman's arm, she probably would have thought that what she was seeing was happening in a dream.

"Sister Xiaoman, did...did Mother send you to see Aning?"

Yang Xiaoman nodded without hesitation.

"Your mother was worried about you, so she sent me to check on you. Guess what I brought you on my way here?"

Unable to bear seeing her younger sister in tears, she quickly changed the subject, trying to use a lighthearted tone.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoning's lips trembled, and she was about to burst into tears again.

"So Mother still cares about me. I thought you didn't want Aning anymore."

Thinking back to the treatment I received at the Qi family these past few days, although I had no worries about food and clothing and was pampered by everyone.

They wore clothes they never dared to dream of before, and ate food they had never even heard of before.

But Yang Xiaoning always kept that little courtyard in her heart.

Her parents were there, as well as her sister who took meticulous care of her.

"How could that be?" Yang Xiaoman felt a pang of heartache and gently placed the candied hawthorn she had prepared earlier into her younger sister's delicate, fair palm.

"This is a candied hawthorn that Mom asked me to bring you, because she knows it's your favorite."

"She also told me to tell you that you'll have to stay at the Qi family's house for a month, and that my mother and I will come to take you home when the month is up."

"Really?!" Yang Xiaoning's eyes widened suddenly, and she didn't even have time to eat the candied hawthorn that she had already stuffed half a mouthful into.

"Of course it's true. If you don't trust your mother, how can you not trust your sister Xiaoman?"

Yang Xiaoman gently patted her younger sister's head, feeling a surge of emotions.

No matter what, she had to earn three taels of silver within a month to bring her younger sister back from the Qi family!

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoning immediately stopped crying and smiled, taking a small bite of the candied hawthorn.

The sugar coating crackled and burst open, releasing a delightful sweetness that touched her tongue, causing a slight smile to appear on her lips.

It was as if she could imagine the scene of her mother and Xiaoman picking her up from school a month later. At this moment, the sweetness in her heart surpassed even her favorite candied hawthorn.

"Sister Xiaoman." Yang Xiaoning pursed her lips, feeling a sweet sensation. "You've come to see Aning, why didn't Mother come along? I miss her so much."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoman gently rubbed her younger sister's head and explained:

"My sister isn't just here to see you this time; she's also here on some serious business."

"Is it serious business?" Yang Xiaoning blinked curiously, her gaze suddenly shifting to the other side.

"Sister Xiaoman, what is this...?"

A strange sense of familiarity suddenly rose within her.

"This is the pig-slaughtering knife my father used when he was alive."

Yang Xiaoman replied without hesitation, "Father promised Master Qi that he would do something for his family today."

"So I've come today not only to see you, but also to keep my father's appointment to slaughter a pig for the celebration!"