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"My second sister-in-law is right!"

With Wu Cuihua's addition, Chen Yue'e was clearly more confident.

"To put it bluntly, your behavior..."

"That's blatant disloyalty!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cong'an's face darkened, and he rebuked:

"Shut up! How dare you talk about your own parents like that?"

Chen Yue'e glared at him. She was a fearless person who wasn't afraid of anyone!

"I told you beforehand, I'm going to say something unpleasant."

"Besides, if they're capable of such despicable acts, do they really think they can't be afraid of what others say?!"

After being publicly insulted by his eldest daughter-in-law, Yang Laishun's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty. He subconsciously looked at his eldest son, Yang Chengren.

But he kept his eyes darting away and remained silent with his head down.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but sigh. After so many years, he had long given up on expecting his eldest son to be able to stand up for himself.

Seeing her grandparents being humiliated, Yang Xiaoman's face turned cold, and she was about to reach out to grab the butcher knife.

But her own mother stopped her, gently shaking her head at her.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoman had no choice but to give up. How could she not understand her mother's meaning?

Now that Yang Lizheng is on their side, if she were to use a knife in the ancestral hall, even if it could intimidate the two families of the eldest and second uncles, it would inevitably displease the village head.

In this world, although force can solve most problems, there will always be some that cannot be solved by brute force alone.

"Brother, your parents have treated you well. They raised you from a young age. You shouldn't let your sister-in-law verbally insult them like this, should you?"

"Although Sanlang is no longer alive, Second Brother is still here."

After suppressing Yang Xiaoman's impulsiveness, Li Xiuyun took a deep breath and stared intently at the silent Yang Chengren.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chengshan's expression changed slightly. When did the third son's wife become so sharp-tongued?

So if he doesn't confront his elder brother and his wife now, wouldn't he be accused of being unfilial?

Thinking of this, Yang Chengshan gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Brother, sister-in-law did go a bit too far."

"After all, there are outsiders here, so we still have to save face for our parents."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chenglin couldn't help but secretly lament his misfortune. How could he dare to go against his wife?

However, since Yang Chengshan had already spoken, and facing Yang Lizheng's scrutinizing gaze, he couldn't help but sigh, and placed his hand on Chen Yue'e's shoulder to advise her:

"Wife, my second brother is right. Our parents raised us with great difficulty, and it is only right that we be filial to them."

As he spoke, he looked at Yang Cong'an again.

"I hope the village head can calm down. My wife is just worried about the money that my parents have worked so hard to earn. You know, the third son's family is a bottomless pit now."

"They call it a loan, but what's the difference between that and giving it away for free? With just the two of them, they probably won't be able to pay it back in their lifetime."

Upon hearing this, Yang Cong'an frowned and subconsciously looked at the butcher knife leaning against the table.

"Yang Dalang, what you said is rather biased."

"Have you forgotten your niece, who, at such a young age, inherited your third brother's skills?"

Before Yang Chengren could answer, Chen Yue'e, who had just quieted down, curled her lip in disdain and said, "Her?"

"She's just living off the savings the third brother left behind. Once those few deals are gone, and she doesn't even have a butcher's license anymore, who would want her?"

Wu Cuihua quickly nodded in agreement, echoing:

"I've heard it said that you can't achieve anything significant until you become a butcher."

"Those masters are very superstitious about it; they would rather postpone the time than pay an apprentice to do the job."

After she finished speaking, she deliberately glanced at Li Xiuyun and Yang Xiaoman, and was slightly taken aback when she saw that the two of them did not react.

Why do these two, mother and daughter, look so fearless?

"You don't need to worry about these things. I believe in Butcher Yang's abilities. Since he has been willing to teach, it's only a matter of time before Yang Xiaoman becomes a butcher."

"As for the money she owes Uncle Laishun, she will probably be able to pay it off once she becomes a butcher."

Yang Cong'an slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, before making a judgment with an air of nonchalance.

"Let's put this topic aside for now."

"etc!"

Chen Yue'e suddenly raised her eyebrows and interrupted coldly, causing Yang Cong'an's expression to freeze and his face to darken instantly.

"Please don't be offended, village head."

Seeing the hostile look on the man's face, she quickly added a sentence, and then continued:

"If it were someone else, there would be some hope of becoming a butcher."

"But even if my niece had her father's great abilities, she could never become a butcher!"

"So what you're saying is probably just empty talk."

Yang Cong'an was slightly taken aback, and his anger subsided somewhat.

What does this mean?

"Sir, you should know that to become a proper butcher, you have to go to the county's butcher office to take the exam, right?"

After Yang Cong'an nodded, Chen Yue'e said smugly:

"My lord, you may not know that Lord Shen, who was in charge of the assessment at the Slaughter Bureau, had a grudge against my third brother!"

"So if he finds out, forget about whether my niece will pass the test; if she does anything for the master without permission, she might even face jail time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cong'an frowned. He was unaware of this connection.

If Chen Yue'e wasn't lying, then this intelligent Yang Xiaoman... probably really couldn't have become a butcher!

At the same time, Li Xiuyun was slightly startled and subconsciously looked at her daughter in surprise.

Then she suddenly remembered...

That day, my daughter came back from the county and asked me that question unintentionally.

Could it be that...

Suddenly, Yang Xiaoman stood up abruptly, grabbed the pig-slaughtering knife without hesitation, and pointed it directly at Chen Yue'e's face!

"Speak! How do you know about this?!"

"Even my mother didn't know that my father had a feud with Shen Zhiqi!"

Her face turned cold, but a terrifying thought welled up inside her.

Could it be... that my father's death is related to my uncle and his wife?!

This sudden turn of events caused Yang Cong'an's expression to change drastically, and he was about to reprimand him.

Chen Yue'e turned pale with fright, as if recalling her experience that day, and trembled as she said:

"I...I didn't say anything!"

"It's his business if the third brother doesn't talk about it, what does it have to do with me? You... you were holding a butcher knife in the ancestral hall, weren't you afraid the village head would confiscate it?"

Li Xiuyun was stunned and quickly said:

"Xiaoman, put down the knife!"

boom!

Yang Cong'an's face turned cold, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"Don't ruin your future. Don't forget you're not a butcher yet!"

Yang Chengren's face was completely drained of color, and his voice trembled as he said:

"Village head... Village chief, quickly put away her butcher knife!"

Just then, Yang Xiaoman sneered disdainfully, "Isn't it just a butcher's certificate?"

"I went to the Butcher's Office the day before yesterday and successfully passed the butcher's examination, becoming a butcher!"

After saying that, she took out the butcher's book that she had prepared beforehand from her bosom and slammed it heavily on the octagonal table.

For a moment, everyone present was speechless with astonishment.

Chen Yue'e and Yang Chengren both widened their eyes in alarm and swallowed hard.

"How...how is this possible?!"