The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"All right then, I’ll have your father ask around," she said.

Having spoken to Yang Dachuan about it, Ms.Wang had yet to find any dairy cows; there were calves, but the older cows were almost out of milk, making them useless to buy.

In the end, since her milk supply was still sufficient, she didn’t bring up the matter again.

On the day of the baptism, though not grandly celebrated, the twins’ ceremony was much better than Yang Xiaochuan’s daughter’s.

With a midwife holding them and grandparents leading the way by throwing silver coins, it was said that the more silver thrown, the wealthier the child would become in the future. Thus, Ms.Wang threw in ten taels of broken silver, followed by the Land Officer’s wife who dropped in a tael. The Land Officer’s family was quite wealthy and didn’t miss the small change. Others such as Ms.Liu, Ms.Luo, and Ms.Hong contributed varying amounts, from several hundred to several dozen wen.

The more silver there was, the more Grandma Lin’s eyes crinkled with her delighted smile, and auspicious words followed nonstop.

Once the children were brought inside, people gathered in the room to talk. When Yang Chuxia heard how much silver Ms.Wang had scattered, the corners of her mouth twitched.

All this talk about more silver leading to greater wealth seemed like utter nonsense to her. Was she sure it wasn’t just a ploy by the midwives to pocket more silver? A child’s fortune depended on their parents and themselves, right?

"It’s lucky I made extra clothes for Lele; Yangyang can wear some of those. Otherwise, the little rascal might have ended up naked," she said.

Seeing Sister-in-law Li and Li’s mother helping the children get dressed, Yang Chuxia laughed.

Knowing they were twins, she had a hunch they might be a boy-and-girl set of twins, so she prepared clothes accordingly. It turned out that she was right, and they were both boys. They couldn’t very well be dressed in girls’ clothes.

"You’re the one to talk," Ms.Wang said irritably, glaring at her. Seeing Yangyang’s little pout, she added, "Look, even Yangyang isn’t happy about it."

"He’s not happy?" Yang Chuxia glared back at the little bundle and poked him playfully. "Whatever your mother dresses you in, that’s what you’ll wear. Dare to show dissatisfaction, and see if I don’t spank you."

Yangyang began to cry at her touch, clearly not pleased.

"What kind of mother are you?" scolded Ms.Wang, attempting to soothe the child and nearly giving Yang Chuxia a slap or two in her irritation.

Ruoqiu teasingly added from the side, "Chuxia must be so used to smacking people around that she even wants to smack her own son now."

Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes without a care and quipped, "I just find it funny when he cries, and his little mouth turns downward."

At her words, everyone in the room expressed disapproval. What kind of odd quirk was that?

"I really worry about your sons’ future. Who knows how you might mistreat them," said Ruoqiu.

Unconcerned, Yang Chuxia waved her hand dismissively, "Don’t worry, they won’t be mistreated. Brother An is here, after all. He’ll be the one to comfort the kids, hold them, and wash their soiled nappies."

Ruoqiu’s eyes widened at that revelation, "What will you do, then?"

With a shrug, Yang Chuxia replied, "My job is to make the kids cry, and then he’ll be the one to comfort them."

Upon hearing this, Ms.Wang handed the child over to Li’s mother and, pulling Ruoqiu aside, said, "Come on, let’s go out and enjoy the feast instead of talking to this simpleton. Ever since these kids were born, she’s been making Lele or Yangyang cry twice a day. It drives me crazy. She disturbs their peace for no reason."

Ms.Liu and the others couldn’t help but laugh, amused that Chuxia could be so childishly mischievous.