"Xiaxia, we really have nowhere to go, we can’t survive anymore," Ms. Ye said tearfully.
"Who’s to blame for not being able to survive?" Yang Chuxia chuckled coldly, "Lu Lichun brought it on herself. Who else can be blamed?" She steadfastly refused to accept that Yang Xiao’an’s family belonged to their Old Yang’s family.
The mention of the name ’Lu Lichun’ by Yang Chuxia made the faces of Ms.Ye and others around her change instantly.
Even the face of Old Yang, who had appeared slightly hesitant, changed.
Well, Yang Chuxia did it on purpose, clearly stating to Old Yang that Old Lady Hua used to mess around with Burly Lu. Could he still bring up the descendants of Burly Lu?
Yang Chuxia thought to herself that even if she had a smidge of kindness, she definitely wouldn’t extend it to these two people.
Land Officer Yang, who was nearby, said, "Xiaxia reminded me of something." He looked at the mother-daughter duo and said, "You chose to leave the Yang Family, hence, you had no share in the family division. Wanting to return now means a division again, but nobody might agree with that. Moreover, you’re not Yang’s descendants, you’re the descendants of Burly Lu. Go to Burly Lu’s place, he still has a couple of vacant houses in the village, and his land in the village is lying fallow."
"Granduncle, you actually want them to stay in the village?" Yang Chuxia asked again. Deep in her heart, she didn’t want this mother and daughter to remain, especially Yang Lichun, who was a troublemaker.
"Xiaxia, go easy when you can. We can’t just stand by and watch people starve, could we?" said Land Officer Yang. The present situation was different from before when people could support themselves and were acting stubbornly, hence he refused to give to Yang Lichun and Burly Lu. But now, they appeared to be on the verge of starvation, and he couldn’t just cling to his own stubbornness.
Well, at the critical moment, Land Officer Yang’s soft heart surfaced again.
And so, Yang Lichun and her mother once again returned to Yangshu Village. Although Ms.Ye was not satisfied with this, it was better than being in the town. She felt a touch of gratitude, but Yang Lichun didn’t.
However, she was wise enough not to make a fuss over it and didn’t stir up much trouble after settling down in the village.
Meanwhile, back at Yang Chuxia’s, Ye Zi’an and Uncle Old Gen announced their decision to build houses. They went through the night to arrange for the tradesmen to start working.
The following day, they began purchasing materials and digging the foundation.
As for the village, Land Officer Yang informed the villagers that they should head to the beach to collect shrimps, these would be purchased by Xiaxia’s family.
The villagers found this amusing and their attention quickly shifted from the house-building to this new activity.
"Xiaxia, I heard you hired quite a few villagers to prepare your family’s drunken crabs for next month?" one day, Ms.Luo arrived, carrying a small bucket of shrimps.
"Yeah, so? Do you want to join?" Yang Chuxia glanced at her. Before Ms.Luo could confirm, Yang Chuxia preemptively said, "Too bad you can’t!"
"Why? Why can’t I?" Ms.Luo cried out instantly, drawing the attention of the remaining people.
Yang Chuxia was very straightforward in her reasoning, not hiding anything at all. She bluntly stated, "I need to guard against you learning our family’s drunken crab recipe, understand?"
Luo’s face turned as white as chalk.
Everyone thought to themselves that Xiaxia was too blunt. Even if she was on guard against others, she shouldn’t have said it out loud.
"Dad, see that?" Ms.Luo cried, "She’s helping the villagers but can’t even support her own aunt."
Old Yang, who was nearby smoking, didn’t say a word.
Actually, it wasn’t just Xiaxia, even he was now suspicious of his young daughter-in-law’s motives, so he also kept quiet.