However, she assumed Ms. Wang, who seldom visited, would probably want to pay her respects to the Sea God . Following behind Ms. Wang, she patiently waited until the Lord Sacrificer on the stage finished his ceremony and the fishermen took the selected girls out to sea. Only then did they leave the South Seas.
As they were leaving, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the Lord Sacrificer was watching her. She wondered, could it be because of the three she fought earlier, attracting the sacrificial cleric’s displeasure?
This seemed plausible. She had not only beaten up those men but also revealed their deeds, undoubtedly causing discontent among many. This would make many more parents at the beach keep a tighter grip on their children. For those who had ulterior motives, their actions would become inconvenient, and they may not catch as many girls.
If there aren’t enough girls captured, many fishermen will lose their "ocean daughters". Similarly, there will be fewer girls for the Lord Sacrificer to perform the ritual, and thus the number of red envelopes he receives will be less. It is said that the number of red envelopes the Lord Sacrificer receives depends on the number of "ocean daughters". Looking at the facts, it seems she got in the way of the Sacrificer’s income. It looks like she would need to be careful around him in the future.
What Yang Chuxia probably did not realize was that the Sea God Festival was filled with danger. In addition to the three men who had targeted her, two others were waiting to capture her.
Those two were the acquaintances of Old Lady Hua and Burly Lu. Ironically, the two sent by Burly Lu were cowards, who dared not approach the bold Yang Chuxia on the beach and just followed her around instead...
By the time Yang Chuxia and Yang Dachuan’s group returned to Yangshu Village, the two had not found an opportunity to act.
Thus, when Yang Chuxia’s family safely returned to the Yang House, Old Lady Hua choked on a chicken leg out of shock.
Old Lady Hua coughed violently, her gaze falling on Yang Chuxia as if she was looking at a ghost.
Yang Chuxia glanced at the people at the table and observed that the crowd was almost complete. Aside from the second branch of the family, almost everyone was present, including the children from the first branch who had been at their grandmother’s house.
Looking at the table, every bowl was as clean as if licked by a dog. On the floor were piles of chicken bones.
Yang Chuxia didn’t say a word, but went to the kitchen and peeked in; lifting the lid of the pot, she found it was empty.
She still didn’t say anything. As she turned to leave, her eyes fall on the kitchen knife. She held the knife in her hand, finding it quite balanced. She went back to the main hall, looked at the crowd, and then approached Old Lady Hua. "Earlier today, Granny said we’re short on money and gave me a few copper coins. But tonight, we can afford to eat Wangquan roast chicken. It seems we’re not that poor. How about Granny gives me some more money, so I can enjoy a chicken too?"
"Scoff, you ragamuffin thought you deserve to eat roast chicken? You’re not even fit to eat chicken bones."
Yang Chuxia turned around and saw that the one who spoke was none other than Yang Ruoqiu, the firstborn daughter of the first branch, who just turned fourteen this year. She had been spending time with her siblings at their grandmother’s house and seemed to have returned today.
Instead of arguing back, she walked up to Yang Ruoqiu and slapped her directly, pushing Ruoqiu a step back.
Yang Dongzhi, the second daughter of the first family, saw her sister being slapped, rushed out and started scolding Yang Chuxia, "You little harlot, you have the audacity to throw a tantrum here; don’t you know your place?"