The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an’s family were currently discussing matters related to Yangshu Village together with Yang Qingtong.

During her last hurried return home, Yang Chuxia hadn’t enough time to ask about many things; when she got back to Shandong, she was continuously worried about Ye Zi’an and didn’t have the mindset to inquire about these matters. Now that Ye Zi’an had just recovered, she took the opportunity to ask about everyone’s situation.

At this moment, everyone, upon hearing the words of Commandery Princess Dongyang, directed their gaze toward Chengcheng in her arms.

"Wow!" Yangyang was the first to react, running up to Commandery Princess Dongyang, looking at little Cheng and raising his hand in the air, "Impressive! You already know to ask for a fee for addressing someone? Very clever, aren’t you, brother?"

Lele stroked his little chin, looking at Cheng with admiration, even smarter than himself. When he was that age, he never thought to ask his dad for a name-changing fee. If he had started asking for it from then on, he wouldn’t be short on money now.

"Well done, Cheng. You’re awesome; I admit it, brother. When I was your age, I didn’t even know what silver was," Lele praised him as well, then paused and added, "But, your family is already rich, do you really need to start earning silver now?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng haughtily turned his head away.

Dongyang wanted to facepalm; had she known better, she wouldn’t have given her son silver to play with, leading him to ask for silver every time he opened his mouth.

"But hey, Cheng, you won’t charge me silver for calling you brother, will you?" Yangyang, suddenly realizing a serious problem, quickly waved his hands, "If that’s the case, don’t start calling me that, okay? I’m broke."

After hearing this, Cheng blinked his eyes and looked at him for a while before saying, "You don’t need to pay!"

"Whoa!" Yangyang was delighted, laughing as he grabbed the little hand, "All that effort carrying you, little fatty, for such a long distance really paid off."

"Only ask dad!" After Yangyang finished speaking, Cheng added another sentence.

"Huh? Why is that?" Lele chuckled, thinking to himself how tough Uncle Shaoling had it that his son demanded money just to call him dad.

Yang Chuxia was also deeply contemplating this question, just how was Mu Shaoling managing? In his son’s eyes, had he really come to such a pass? She also wondered how much silver he was being charged per call and whether there was a monthly discount for frequent calls.

As for Ye Zi’an, he raised his eyebrows; he shared the same thoughts as Yang Chuxia, wondering just what Mu Shaoling had gotten himself into.

Meanwhile, Yang Qingtong thought she was going deaf; she had always thought that her sister’s two children were sharp enough, but now here was another one. Were kids these days all this clever?

"He’s rich!" Cheng slowly uttered these few words.

"Pfft..."

"Pfft..."

"..."

Yang Chuxia immediately thought of that saying, "A fool with money is easy to part."

After hearing this, Lele wholeheartedly nodded in agreement, "You’re spot on. Uncle Shaoling has the most of two things: medicine and money. You can charge him for every call, and by the time you grow up, you’ll be a landlord."

Yangyang then crossed his arms, walking and shaking his head, suddenly saying, "That’s a pretty good money-making method you’ve got there. I might take a leaf out of your book; I’ve been so poor lately, and there are still several days left in the month. My pocket money is already gone."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Yang Chuxia gave him a smack on the head.

"Ouch!" he cried out, turning around and saying, "Mom, why’d you hit me?"

"Why did I hit you? You tell me why," Yang Chuxia retorted, hoisting him by the collar of his clothes and huffing, "Who were you thinking of asking? Who are you planning to charge for silver, huh?"

"Heh heh, let go, mom, hurry up and let go." Yangyang immediately cursed himself for blurting out what was in his mind.

"I think you’re just itching for a beating," Yang Chuxia said irritably, "Cheng is still young, how old are you?"