The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"Grandpa, what happened to Auntie Li’s leg?"

At this, Land Officer Yang sighed, "What happened? She did it to herself. She didn’t like Li Chun, so she caught Li Chun’s boy and beat him up. Li Chun couldn’t stand for that, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a fight. By accident, her leg broke again—old injuries on top of new ones. And she’s no longer young; somehow her leg shrank, one longer, one shorter, and now she’s lame."

"Let’s not talk about her anymore; let’s hurry to your place. Your mother makes a great pork knuckle, the meat is so tender it falls off the bones, exactly to my taste."

Yang Chuxia laughed upon hearing this, "My mother did make soy sauce pork knuckle, just waiting for you to come and eat."

The three people ahead were chatting and laughing as they walked.

The three kids trailing behind, however, were staring at each other, stopping after every few steps.

"Brother, why doesn’t he speak?"

"He doesn’t know you!" Lele said.

Yangyang rolled his eyes and said, "Uncle, my name is Yangyang, let’s be good friends."

Yang Qingkang gave him a look and slapped his hand away, "You’re in my way."

"..." Yangyang watched Yang Qingkang stride ahead and touched his chin like an adult, "Why is he so arrogant? Even more than this little master!"

Lele simply rolled his eyes and ignored him.

"Hey! Why is everyone more arrogant than this little master?" Yangyang stood behind, staring at the two who had walked ahead, muttering, "This little master doesn’t even want to bother with you."

By the time they returned to the Yang Family home, the dining table was already set, just waiting for Land Officer Yang to take his seat.

Nowadays, Land Officer Yang was the only elder in several families, so naturally, he sat at the head of the table.

During the meal, they chatted and drank, mainly involving Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an, asking when they would go to their posts, when they would return next, and so on.

After lunch, everyone sat for a while longer, then dispersed. As they were leaving, Yang Chuxia had them bring out the gifts prepared for each family.

For the first branch of the family, four bolts of cloth, two for Qingbao, two for Yang Da’an and his wife, and a silver hairpin for Ms. Liu, who was so pleased she said she’d save it for her future daughter-in-law.

For the fourth branch of the family, they also received cloth. Because they had many kids, they got two extra bolts, but not a hairpin for each; only Ms. Hong received one, as Ms. Liu was saving one for her daughter-in-law, and it was suggested that Ms. Hong do the same.

Ms. Lv was green with envy, but Yang Chuxia simply would not give her one; what could she do?

As for Ms. Luo, she wasn’t envious; she had received hairpins before. The silver lock with embedded gems around her son Jindi’s neck was quite valuable, and the bracelets on her hands were of good quality. She hardly coveted the hairpins.

As for Yang Dongxue, Yang Chuxia secretly slipped her a set of gold bridal jewelry and a set of silver bridal jewelry. The girl was growing up; how could she not have some nice things to keep as heirlooms? When the time came for her to get married, having such items would lend prestige at her in-laws’.

When the people at the old house got home and the cloth was distributed, Ms. Lv was enraged. The fourth branch had received a total of six bolts. Aside from one bolt clearly intended for Yang Xiaochuan, the remaining five were divided based on the number of children: two each for Ms. Luo and Ms. Hong since they each had two kids, and only one bolt for Ms. Lv, who had just one child—how could she not be angry?

Seeing this, Ms. Luo grabbed the two bolts of cloth and went back to her room with her daughter.

"Your sister called you over, what did she give you? I saw you carrying two boxes." Upon entering the room, Ms. Luo asked Yang Dongxue. As soon as her daughter arrived home, she brought the boxes into her room without letting her see them.