Ye Zi’an also knew that Ms. Wang and Yang Chuxia were not pretentious. Having lived here for so many days, he had a sense of everyone’s dispositions. Both Ms. Wang and Yang Chuxia had spoken sincerely, and to refuse now would seem distant.
After some thought, he nodded, "Then, thank you, Auntie."
"Very good, this is the behavior of a good child." Seeing Ye Zi’an agreed, Ms. Wang was as happy as anything. She didn’t feel there was anything off about feeding others with her family’s food.
Ye Zi’an and Yang Qingrui got ready, and also brought the little crossbow Yang Chuxia had prepared, then went to open the door.
But to their surprise, Old Yang was standing at the door.
"Grandpa!" Yang Qingrui exclaimed.
Yang Chuxia also saw Old Yang, rather surprised since usually Old Yang didn’t come to the third branch often.
Yang Dachuan and Ms. Wang saw Old Yang standing at the door, and quickly stood up, "Father!"
Old Yang nodded, then said to Yang Dachuan, "You, come out with me!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Dachuan glanced at his wife and children, then followed Old Yang out.
About an hour later, Old Yang returned alone. After a while, Yang Dachuan also came back, but he carried a package which looked a bit old in his arms.
"Father, what did my grandpa want you for? What did he say?" Honestly, she was curious why Old Yang sought Yang Dachuan. Firstly, the third branch was always overlooked by Old Yang. Secondly, Old Yang was usually silent, quiet as if he didn’t live here.
Even when major incidents occurred in the family, he would only speak a few useless words when Old Lady Hua yelled at him. Recently, he even stopped speaking these useless words.
Actually, many times she felt that Old Yang’s neglect wasn’t just toward their branch, but also equally cold to the first, second, and fourth branches.
When Yang Dachuan heard his daughter ask, he closed all opened doors and windows, then ushered the two younger children, Yang Qingtong, out into the courtyard. Only then did he put the package on the table and open it.
Looking at the contents of the package, Yang Chuxia’s eyes instantly widened. My god, what day was this? How could the small fortune be delivered just at the right time? Was it because heaven couldn’t bear to see her bitter days and decided to show mercy?
The things Old Yang gave to Yang Dachuan were mainly silver pieces...well, not entirely. She counted six silver ingots, each weighing ten taels, six small gold blocks, and ten silver blocks. The most surprising were a pure gold hairpin, a pair of jade bracelets, and two silver rings inside. The gold hairpin felt quite heavy in her hand, and the jade bracelets looked fine, even though they were not top-grade, they were still good jade.
"Father, these? Where did they come from?" Please don’t tell her they were from Old Yang. With all these treasures, and considering Old Yang’s attitude toward Old Lady Hua, he didn’t hand them to her?
The reality often confirms the impossible.
Indeed, she heard Yang Dachuan say, "Your grandpa gave them. He said that the hairpin and the jewelry were left by your grandma. The silver ingots are savings left by your grandpa and grandma. He asked us to use them to build a house and move in."
Yang Chuxia opened her mouth wide, her eyes not moving an inch. Really, it’s from that cheap grandfather? But how was her never-met grandmother so rich? How can an old country woman have such valuable things!