She knew that well enough, but she insisted on the silver just to teach the fourth branch a lesson so they would restrain themselves in the future. Who would have thought that the couple was so bizarrely stubborn?
As she looked at Yang Dongxue who was still playing with Yang Xiayun, Yang Chuxia’s eyes were spinning, thinking that you wouldn’t pay one or two silver taels now, but later on, you wouldn’t be able to stop even two taels.
When Old Yang heard Yang Dayong say so, he was so angry that he almost choked, shouting that he no longer has such a son.
It was Land Officer Yang who consoled him so that he could breathe normally again.
As for the villagers of Yangshu Village, they had both witnessed a lively scene and watched a play.
However, in the end, they all came to two conclusions: one, the third branch of the Yang family was now wealthy and somewhat different from them; two, Yang Chuxia was absolutely not to be married into their family. They must remind nearby relatives and friends not to be blinded by money and want to marry into this family. Not to mention that her heart had already set on Brother An, with Yang Chuxia’s fierce appearance, there would be no advantages to bring her home; it’s not impossible that their whole family would be swallowed up by her in the end.
But among the group of people, there always were one or two with strange thoughts, believing that Yang Chuxia was a money tree and should be brought into their own family. Let’s not mention this for now.
Let’s say that after the villagers left, Yang Chuxia’s family met the servants again.
There were many people just now, so they got to know each other briefly. Of the remaining three men, who were about fifteen or sixteen years old, they were from Lin County and all from the same village, all with the surname Zhang, but not blood brothers. Their names were Zhang Fugui, Zhang Qingyou, and Zhang Tieshu.
Of course, all of them were young men and not sold by their families, but they sold themselves to ease the burden on their homes.
Yang Chuxia saw that they all looked honest and decent, but she still had to say what needed to be said.
"My requirements are not many. The first thing is loyalty; you must recognize that your master is only our branch. All your thoughts must be centered on our branch’s affairs, and I will never allow betrayal. If anyone has any treacherous thoughts?" Yang Chuxia, who was giving a lesson, paused, and then fiercely uttered with an evil twist of her wrist bracelet, "There is no way to sell yourself here, but only a dead end. Understand?"
The sudden fierceness in her voice made the men shiver inside, and the three young men were so frightened that they paled.
Uncle Niu, who was older and more experienced, had been a blacksmith in the past and had even run a shop, so he had seen more of the world and knew better. He quickly said, "Understood! Miss, rest assured, although we are servants, we have our own principles. Loyalty to the master is the first thing we must obey."
"Very good!" Yang Chuxia nodded in satisfaction, "The second thing is to keep gossip to a minimum and not ask about unnecessary affairs, be honest in doing things, and live an honest life. You must maintain your own place."
"Yes!" said the men in unison.
"Alright, there are no other matters. We are a peasant family, not some grand household with strict rules. After this, my father will take you to where you will stay. You can set up your own bedding there. As for meals, for the next day or two, you can eat at our place. Later, you can cook on your own after getting rice and grain from our place."
After Yang Chuxia finished her speech, Yang Dachuan led the men with their bedding to Ms. Hua Junior’s house.