The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Yang Ruxin's brows furrowed as her gaze swept directly over.

Feng Caie instinctively shrank her neck without knowing why.

"Faking fainting?" Yang Peili frowned as he looked towards Yang Ruxin.

"Grandfather..." Yang Ruxin's mouth puckered, and she started crying again. Then she ran over in a few steps, knelt on the ground, and hugged Yang Peili's legs, "Grandfather, please save me... my mother... she's going to die..." After she really shouted the word "mother," she felt there was nothing difficult about it anymore.

Feng Caie couldn't help but exchange a glance with Yang Anshi. Going to die? It would be better if she died...

"Dani, don't cry, what happened to your elder sister-in-law?" Yang Baixiang rushed over with a worried face, "Hurry up and invite the doctor over..."

"Does inviting the doctor not cost money?" Yang Anshi glared at her younger son, "We already invited him once before, didn't we? Are the members of the main house that fragile?"

"But..." Yang Baixiang immediately furrowed his brows.

"It's none of your business; go and split the firewood in the back..." Yang Anshi glared at her younger son, "She's a widow. Why would you, a younger brother-in-law, need to go near a widow? Aren't you afraid people will talk behind your back?"

"Mother?" Yang Baixiang stamped his foot, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm telling the truth." Yang Anshi raised her voice, "Get to the back and chop the firewood."

Yang Baixiang could only helplessly go to the backyard because he knew if he continued to say anything, his mother's temper would flare up even more, and then his elder sister-in-law and nieces would suffer even more.

"What exactly happened?" Yang Peili also looked displeased, "Didn't I tell you this morning to carry back all the wheat stalks from the field behind the village? How did it turn into a life or death situation? Where are those wheat stalks?"

"What happened? Isn't it all just an act?" Yang Anshi was the first to speak, "All they know is how to be lazy..."

"Grandma..." Yang Ruxin cried even harder, "The chickens at home are fed by Sanni and Sini, the pigs are fed by Erni, Sanni, and Sini, who also cleaned the pigsty. I swept the yard, and the meals these past few days were all cooked by my mother. The wheat was also cut by my mother and me, and we were the ones who carried the wheat stalks..."

All the work in the Yang Family was done by them, and still they were called lazy?

"So what? You eat and drink from this family; isn't it right that you should work a bit? From now on, don't eat then." Yang Anshi bristled, flailing her arms and yelling, "Oh my heavens, what sins did I commit? To have brought such a plague of locusts into my house, Boss, I'll be joining you soon..." With that, she sat straight down on the ground and began wailing while slapping her thighs.

Yang Ruxin was at her wits' end; this old woman was truly no ordinary person—she had learned from her own previous words? And it seemed her skills were even a notch better.

"Enough." Yang Peili frowned sharply and shouted, "What are you wailing for?"

With a woof, Yang Anshi instantly stopped making noise, not even leaving a trailing sound behind—this skill wasn't something an ordinary person could achieve.

"Dani, in this family, you should contribute by working; a bit of labor won't kill you," Yang Peili said coldly as he looked at Yang Dani.

"Grandfather, my mother's body is covered in cane marks, some areas are even festering..." Yang Ruxin's heart grew cold. Previously, her memories of old man Yang were somewhat favorable as he seemed fair at times. Now it appeared all nonsense; he was cut from the same cloth as Yang Anshi. Yang Peili and Yang Anshi were of the same ilk, neither were good birds.