Wait! Since they were husband and wife, she knew Sang Pingliang the best. Now she finally caught on. "Master, what exactly happened?"
"Hmph! The great deed you’ve done!" Sang Pingliang snorted coldly. After entering the house, he pulled her into the room, shut the door, and said with a stern face, "It’s just two pounds of flour, isn’t it? If Yu Fei wants to borrow it, why couldn’t you just lend it to him? He is my elder brother’s son, my own nephew. Lending a pound or two of flour—what’s the big deal that you refused to give it! Are you that stingy! It would be fine if you simply kept it to yourself, but why did you have to insult them! He is my nephew, and yours as well, what kind of elder behaves ! You ignorant, foolish woman! You’ve lost all conscience!"
"Master!" Mrs. Li touched his forehead with her hand, "Are you possessed? Why are you saying such strange things! Why should we lend our things to them? It’s called borrowing, but will he ever pay it back? Besides, that’s all in the past now! We have nothing to do with them now! Nephew? They wish! They don’t deserve it!"
Mrs. Li curled her lip, thinking to herself that it wasn’t just her; he had been cursing with even more gusto yesterday.
"Shut up!" Mrs. Li’s words hit right where it hurts, and Sang Pingliang shouted in anger mixed with embarrassment, "What do you mean we have nothing to do with them? Who says there’s no relation! Bones may be broken but tendons remain connected, can the blood relationship be severed just like that? I am telling you, listen well, all my life I am his uncle, and he doesn’t even have the option to refuse that!"
"You, going to the town once and coming back completely changed! It seems I must call Witch Huang to our home!" Mrs. Li stared at Sang Pingliang, utterly bewildered.
"Enough, enough! Be quiet, I’m fine, perfectly fine!" Sang Pingliang, after venting, finally calmed down and said with a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness I went to the town today, otherwise we would have missed out big time!"
With that, he told Mrs. Li everything from start to finish.
"What!" Mrs. Li exclaimed in shock, "He got the title of Xie Yuan!"
"Keep your voice down!" Sang Pingliang glared at her severely, lowering his voice and said, "Right now, no one in the village knows this news! Listen to me, you march over to their house right now, and you better fix what happened yesterday."
"Sang Yufei, that kid, managed to become Xie Yuan? Master, could you have made a mistake?" Mrs. Li felt deeply uncomfortable. Why should he succeed? Did he really have such good fortune?
"How can it be wrong?" Sang Pingliang snorted, "Sang Pingliang of Sihe Village in Yangliu Town, I heard it crystal clear, and I asked several onlookers to be sure. How can there be a mistake?"
"Maybe the government officials who brought the good news made a mistake!" Mrs. Li’s heart started to sour.
"Can you talk about something else!" Sang Pingliang pointed at her forehead, saying, "Our Sang family is going to prosper, and you’re not happy about it?"
"Master, we just cut ties with them yesterday. Whether they prosper or not, what does it have to do with us?" Mrs. Li pouted.
"You still have the cheek to say that!" Sang Pingliang said angrily, "You were the one who caused all the trouble yesterday! I don’t care how you do it, but you will turn this situation around for me! What, you don’t want to be the aunt of a Xie Yuan?"
Mrs. Li’s eyes lit up, a smile creeping onto her face, she joyfully said, "Right, right! How could I have forgotten about that! We are their elders! Hehe, Master, we are going to get rich!"
"Mhm! Hehe, Yu Fei has been smart since he was a child, I always said he would definitely achieve something!" Sang Pingliang liked hearing this, he stroked his short beard and grinned from ear to ear.
"I’ll go right away!" Mrs. Li, beaming with delight, prepared to leave.
"Stop right there!" Sang Pingliang glanced at her and frowned, "Change your clothes and comb your hair before you go. And remember, you cannot reveal the news about Yu Fei’s success to them—not a single word, understand?"
"I understand, I understand!" Mrs. Li said while opening the wardrobe to get her clothes, "If they found out and refused to let bygones be bygones, wouldn’t that be terrible! I still have that much sense!"
"Hmph, at least you’re not completely foolish!" Sang Pingliang lay back on the bed, holding his head and crossing his legs, contentedly dreaming of getting rich.
After changing into new clothes and combing her hair, Mrs. Li headed to Sang Hong’s house, knocking at the courtyard door and calling out with a beaming smile, "Xiaofei, Ahong, are you home?"
Soon the door opened. Mrs. Fang came out, resting one hand on the door to block Mrs. Li, she spoke politely yet distantly, "Oh, isn’t this Second Aunt Sang? What brings you here?"