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Hearing the commotion coming from inside the ancestral hall, Yang Xiaoman raised an eyebrow and subconsciously exchanged a glance with her mother.

as predicted!

Mother's worries were not without reason. If she and her son hadn't arrived early, who knows what kind of rumors her aunt would have spread behind their backs!

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoman quickened her pace.

As soon as she arrived at the front of the ancestral hall, she saw Yang Cong'an sitting at the octagonal table, holding a teacup and frowning.

In front of him, his aunt Chen Yue'e was lying face down on the table, with one hand supporting her on the surface.

His chubby face turned bright red; he was practically straddling the table!

As for his eldest uncle, Yang Chengren, he sat awkwardly to the side, remaining silent.

Boom!

Seeing Chen Yue'e's saliva splatter into the teacup, Yang Cong'an's face darkened instantly. He slammed the teacup back on the table with displeasure and said coldly:

"Enough! As the village head, I cannot simply believe your one-sided story."

"Let's talk about it once everyone's here!"

Seeing Yang Cong'an's anger, Chen Yue'e subconsciously shrank back, then glared and said:

"Yang, village head, do you really want to let that little girl run wild?"

"In the history of our Yangjia Village, there has never been a case of severing ties between relatives before..."

Before she could finish speaking, her gaze suddenly fell on something not far away, and she paused for a moment.

Yang Chengren, standing to the side, paused slightly and subconsciously followed his wife's gaze.

"Sister-in-law, Xiaoman, why are you here so early?"

He subconsciously stood up, and when he caught a glimpse of the pig-slaughtering knife that Yang Xiaoman was carrying on her shoulder, his eyes twitched several times.

Carrying a butcher's knife into the ancestral hall—only his seven-year-old niece could pull off something like that!

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman curled her lip in disdain and retorted sarcastically:

"Is this considered early? If we had arrived any later, I'm afraid my mother and I would have been subjected to all sorts of gossip and slander!"

As she spoke, she stared intently at Chen Yue'e, whose face was ashen.

"To be honest, Auntie, you're incredibly shameless. It's one thing to try and exploit your own family's extinction, but to do it and then not dare admit it?"

"Just this shamelessness alone is probably better than the fat pig I've slaughtered these past few days."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yue'e's face flushed red with anger, and she was about to burst into a tirade.

But Yang Cong'an interrupted him with a light cough.

"Sit back down!"

Feeling oppressed by the village head, she had no choice but to sit back down angrily.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoman quickly cupped his hands in greeting and said respectfully:

"I have met the village head."

"And you..."

Yang Cong'an looked over upon hearing the sound, and upon seeing the pig-slaughtering knife she was holding in both hands, he couldn't help but feel helpless.

This family is really a handful!

A brother just died and someone came to his door to eat the leftovers; another seven-year-old was running around with a butcher knife all day long. What kind of behavior is this?

Besides, he came here today with the intention of smoothing things over.

"We've come to the ancestral hall today to discuss your family's division of property, not to fight or kill each other. Why bring a butcher's knife?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman smiled calmly and replied:

"Reporting to the village head, I've been running around doing errands for my father these past few days. Firstly, it's because I've gotten used to carrying a pig-slaughtering knife when I go out, and secondly, it's for self-defense."

"What if someone gets angry and resorts to violence?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yue'e's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and her teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

How could she not understand that Yang Xiaoman was subtly mocking her?

However, given the presence of the village head, she couldn't speak up rashly. Offending the other party before the family division was clearly not a wise choice.

"Alright, this is an important place for ancestral halls, so stop talking nonsense."

Yang Cong'an waved his hand helplessly, "I don't know what Yang Chenglin was thinking, actually teaching you how to slaughter pigs."

"Even if you are exceptionally talented and have the skills to become a butcher at a young age, you still haven't registered with the butcher's office or participated in the assessment to become a real butcher."

"Until then, it's best to keep a low profile and not run around the village with a butcher's knife all the time."

Although on that day, he suggested that Yang Xiaoman go to the county's slaughterhouse to participate in the assessment.

But in Yang Cong'an's view, she was still too young, and since she had just started working, her skills were naturally not yet proficient.

Even if it's an assessment of butchers, we'll have to wait a while before we can discuss it.

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Xiuyun subconsciously prepared to speak up to explain for her daughter.

Before she could speak, Yang Xiaoman took her hand and gently shook her head.

Bringing up the butcher's book now is of no use.

We might as well keep it as a trump card and reveal it on the spot after the two uncles' families have completely exposed their wolfish ambitions!

Li Xiuyun was taken aback. Although she didn't understand her daughter's behavior, she subconsciously chose to cooperate.

"Thank you for the reminder, Uncle Village Head." Yang Xiaoman cupped her hands in greeting, then took the pig-slaughtering knife and walked to the octagonal table. She first moved a wooden stool for her mother before sitting down.

"Since everyone is here, we humbly request that the village head preside over the matter of severing ties!"

Upon hearing Yang Xiaoman's urging, Yang Cong'an frowned imperceptibly and said softly:

"Don't be impatient. Since it's a matter of severing ties, it also involves dividing the family property."

"We need to wait until your grandparents and your second uncle's family are present to discuss the division of the family property. If there is no further connection, then we can proceed with severing ties."

Yang Xiaoman nodded without any surprise and casually leaned the butcher knife against the Eight Immortals table.

Upon seeing the executioner's knife so close at hand, Yang Chengren seemed to catch a faint whiff of blood, and his expression changed slightly.

He immediately turned to the side and moved half an inch toward his wife.

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaoman's lips curled into a mocking smile.

She realized that her uncle might not be completely bad; he was forced to do many things along with his wife.

But his indulgence and cowardice were no less than the evil deeds committed by his aunt!

She really wouldn't feel at ease if her grandparents stayed with her uncle!

Just then, a commotion broke out at the gate of the ancestral hall.

Not long after, Yang Chengshan and Wu Cuihua entered the ancestral hall and immediately saw Yang Xiaoman and the others, which startled them.

They thought they were the first to arrive, but they were actually the last of the three families to arrive!

"Big brother, where are Father and Mother? Aren't they coming?"

Yang Chengshan was somewhat surprised that his parents didn't personally attend the division of land and family property.

Could it be that the eldest brother and his wife have already persuaded the elders to agree to divide the land equally between their two families, without giving any to the third brother's family?

Upon hearing this, Yang Chengren's face immediately fell, and he awkwardly explained:

"My parents are still behind us; they should be arriving soon."

He and his wife rushed to the ancestral hall early in the morning, wanting to be the first to whisper in front of the door, and they didn't care about their parents at all.