The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Yang Peili’s face also turned awkward, and he quickly glared at Yang Anshi before turning to look at Yang Mancang, "Mancang, your aunt is joking, it can’t be that high, let’s stick to the rules."

As soon as Yang Anshi heard this, she immediately became unhappy, but seeing Yang Peili’s angry look, she dared not say anything.

"Since we’re following the rules, then my suggestion is three taels a year..."

"No way," Yang Anshi immediately cried out, "That’s too little, even if not ten taels, it should be at least eight..."

"Shut your mouth." Yang Peili hurriedly raised his hand and slapped Yang Anshi on the forehead. "We’ll settle this when we get back."

"Well then, Yang Peili, Yang Dongzi, you hit me?" Yang Anshi’s temper flared at once, and she even called out the elder Yang’s full name and nickname together, raising her hand to scratch at him, and instantly Yang Peili’s face bore three bloody scratches. "I bore you children, and this is how I’m rewarded, worse than some worthless woman?" With that, she made to sit down on the ground.

Yang Peili had always valued his reputation, but lately, his wife had caused him to lose face repeatedly, which infuriated him. He bellowed, "Make another scene and you’ll go back to your parents’ house!"

Yang Anshi instantly fell silent, looking at Yang Peili in disbelief.

"You are too indulged!" snorted Yang Peili.