"Get out of the way," Yang Anshi pushed Yang Ruxin aside. "If we don’t separate, will you keep dragging this family down? It’s not up to you anymore. If I say we must separate, then we must separate!"
Ruxin burst into tears, "If we don’t separate, aren’t you still our family? Are you trying to drive us—a mother and her orphans—to death? I won’t separate. Just give me three liang of silver a month... really..."
"Enough, Dani," Yang Baihe, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, "You can only blame your bad luck for being born from that wretched Xu Hui... you deserve the suffering... Acting all high and mighty, refusing to go to town with me. Well, now, I see how you can continue to strut around."
Ruxin cried even louder.
"Stop bawling, it’s annoying!" Baihe scoffed with a sneer, "Someday, I’m going to be wealthy, and having trashy relatives like you is just embarrassing. Better roll out fast..."
Ruxin seemed frightened, shuddering and not daring to speak.
Baihe smiled smugly to herself. Trash will always be trash, it doesn’t change!
"Yang Baifu, go and call for the village head Lizheng, third uncle, fourth uncle, and the rest..." Upon seeing her youngest daughter displeased, Yang Anshi naturally wanted to hurry and cut off the big room’s portion.
"Alright." Upon hearing this, Baifu dashed off swiftly.
"Mom, you can’t do this," Baixiang, who had heard the commotion, came running out, "Dani is unconscious, and the kids are still young. Are you trying to kill them?"
"Weren’t they to blame for our big brother’s demise? Why don’t you mention that?" Baihe sneered, "Erni, you should just stay put. With dad and mom here, it’s not your place to speak, is it?"
"None of your business, get lost," Yang Anshi glared at Baixiang immediately.
"Dad." Baixiang didn’t want to bother with his sister and, seeing he couldn’t get through to his mother, turned to Yang Peili, but Peili just looked down and said nothing. Baixiang felt a chill in his heart and stamped his foot, "If you divide up the big room, then divide me out as well."
"What did you say?" Peili finally looked up, "Repeat that, you little brat."
"Divide me out as well," Baixiang stubbornly insisted.
"Erni, are you sure? If you leave, don’t expect me to take care of you when I am rich..." Baihe looked at Baixiang with contempt. "You’re a cripple, without even a wife. In the future, when you’re old and sick, you’ll have no one to care for you, and probably would have to rely on me..." She acted as if she was already a princess or a noble lady, "But if you separate now, I won’t care..."
"That’s right, don’t mind him," Yang Anshi shouted eagerly, "Such a son, I might as well never have had him. Let him go to those wretches..."
"I..." Before Baixiang could say anything, a shoe flew right at him, hitting him in the face before he could dodge, leaving him stunned.
Peili, not satisfied after throwing one shoe, took off the other and jumped barefoot towards Baixiang, already dazed, and slapped him, "To have such a disgraceful son is to want to separate? I might as well beat you to death right here..."
Old man Yang was truly enraged. He didn’t actually want to separate the big room either. After all, they had contributed a lot of work previously. He had hoped things could continue as before. But his granddaughter had suddenly become so adamant, leaving him no choice but to separate. Yet now, his youngest son meddled too, making him so angry he could really kill him.