The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Chapter 1574: Chapter 1574: Think Carefully Before Speaking (20)

At the village entrance, Yang Peili had a tobacco pipe tucked at his waist, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed toward the distant Xiaohong Building. Although separated by some distance, bursts of laughter occasionally drifted over faintly.

Because it was a banquet with guests coming and going, those who arrived early would eat their fill and head back. Upon seeing Yang Peili, their expressions took on a strange look momentarily, but they still greeted him with smiles. After leaving, though, they’d engage in various discussions.

”That monk who said Yang Baihe had a fortune-telling destiny back then—I bet he was wrong...”

”Not necessarily wrong. Maybe the monk was talking about Xinxin, but that old hag from the An Family forcibly pinned it on Yang Baihe instead...”

”You saying that... it could be true. All these years, they’ve been oppressing the eldest branch.”

”Xinxin says she’s opening a hotpot restaurant in town and recruiting workers. I want to send my youngest son over.”

”You’ve only got two sons. If the younger one goes, will there still be enough help with the farm work?”

”One tael of silver a month, plus room and board—it’s worth it. They’re even rumored to be providing clothes for all four seasons. Honestly, even if we didn’t farm, it’d still be worthwhile. Besides, I heard Xinxin’s planning to build a school, and the kids of workers at her place might get discounts if they attend.”

”Now that you mention it, you’re right. I’ll go see if my wife’s brothers are interested. Better sign up early—wouldn’t get much benefit if the quota’s filled up...”

As he listened to the chatter and gossip, Yang Peili’s old face darkened significantly. He turned abruptly and hurried home.

Nowadays, Feng Caie often took the children back to her parents’ house, with Yang Baichuan tagging along. The once bustling household had grown eerily quiet.

The only sound was Yang Anshi’s constant scolding from inside.

After decades of hearing her tirades, Yang Peili, for the first time, found her voice utterly maddening and repugnant. Without hesitation, he shoved the door open with a loud bang.

Inside the house, Yang Anshi was slapping the kang bedding while mumbling curses against Yang Ruxin, Xun Hui, and others. Yang Baihe sat nearby, echoing her sentiments.

The sudden slam of the door brought their harangues to an abrupt halt.

Yang Anshi had truly embodied the adage ”A pest lives for a thousand years,” showcasing remarkable resilience. Despite suffering two strokes, she somehow always managed to recover to about seventy or eighty percent functionality. Presently, while her speech occasionally slurred, her words could still be understood. Her gait was unsteady, yet she could make it to the outhouse herself without falling into the latrine pit...

Yang Ruxin had once remarked that, in modern times, her survival would probably be considered a medical marvel.

Yang Peili stared at the mother-daughter pair on the kang, the unbridled rage within him growing stronger and hotter. His gaze toward Yang Anshi turned increasingly fierce.

Yang Anshi, meeting Yang Peili’s glare, began to feel a pang of guilt.

”Go back to your own room,” Yang Peili said, fixing a sharp look at Yang Baihe, who spent her days idling and overindulging in the household. His tone was exceptionally stern.

Yang Baihe had originally intended to reply, but after catching her father’s ferocious stare, she obediently retreated to her room. However, once inside, she hovered at the door, secretly eavesdropping on their conversation.

”Tell me what happened with that monk back then,” Yang Peili demanded, refusing to sit on the kang, instead standing just before it and staring intently at Yang Anshi.

”What monk? What are you talking about?” Yang Anshi was taken aback, her mind momentarily unable to catch up.

”The monk who told Baihe’s fortune...”

”Back then...” Yang Anshi’s heart skipped a beat, and her words became stammered and disjointed.

”You better think it through before you speak,” Yang Peili sneered coldly. ”If you tell even half a lie, I’ll deliver you a divorce letter immediately. Whether you live or die after that, I won’t care one bit...”