Qian touched Yang Yongbai's head and said kindly: "Yongbai, eat quickly. Mom made your favorite peanuts, eat more!"

Then, she sat aside, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started eating in small bites.

Yang Yongbai took the chopsticks and wanted to pick up the peanuts.

The chopsticks reached towards the bowl of peanuts, but his eyes looked timidly at Mr. Qian.

He saw Qian turning his head to look at him, half-smiling.

Yang Yongbai retracted his chopsticks again, lowered his head and drank the gruel from the bowl.

Here, Qian took a chopstick of peanuts and put it into Yang Hualin's bowl.

"Father Fu'er, what's wrong with you? You're not eating and you're still sighing."

"Are you angry with someone outside again? Tell me!" Qian said softly.

Hearing Qian's question, Yang Hualin raised his eyelids and glanced at Qian.

"I'm doing a small business in the town today, and everything is going well. With my sharp tongue, I tricked a few old men into buying Captain's Dog Skin Plaster, and I made an extra fifty cents!" he said.

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"Really? Dad Fu'er, you are really good at getting things done!" Qian said happily.

"Where's the money? Take it out quickly and I'll keep it," she said.

Yang Hualin quickly took off a bag from behind, and there was a jingling sound inside.

Mrs. Qian immediately ignored the dinner, pushed her rice bowl aside, pulled the soybean oil lamp in front of her, and began to count the money.

Yang Hualin observed the smile on Qian's face. While Qian was counting the money, he hesitated and spoke his thoughts hesitantly.

"Well, when I return to the village today, I heard some rumors about my daughter Lan'er."

"My daughter is so pitiful. Her mother left early and she didn't marry a good man."

"I finally got pregnant with a grandson, but it slipped."

"Now her husband and his wife secretly went to the capital to play, leaving her alone to guard those few empty rooms. It's strangely deserted and pitiful..."

"Fu'er Niang..."

"Father Fu'er, why don't you come this time? You've earned a hundred pence, which is enough to feed our family of four for five days!"

Yang Hualin's words were interrupted by Qian.

Qian stuffed the copper plate into the bag, tied it, and put it on himself.

Bian said to Yang Hualin: "The day after tomorrow happens to be Yongbai's ninth birthday. I will take out fifteen cents and cut a pound of pork to celebrate Yongbai's birthday. How about that?"

Yang Hualin was very happy when he heard this and nodded hurriedly.

"Well, Yongbai is growing, so it's time to eat some meat." He said.

Qian laughed and raised his hand to rub Yang Yongbai's head lovingly.

Yang Yongbai subconsciously wanted to turn his head away, but still didn't dare.

He sullenly drank the gruel in the bowl in one gulp, wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up.

"Dad, Mom, I'm done eating and going back to the house first."

"Well, okay, take a rest early." Yang Hualin nodded.

Yang Yongbai quickly returned to his house and closed the door.

In the main room here, Yang Hualin and his previous life continued to have dinner.

Yang Hualin said: "From now on, every penny I earn will be handed over to you for safekeeping."

"In this part of the family, your two sons have to worry so much and suffer so much!"

Qian's face was gentle: "Father Fu'er, why are you still saying such unreasonable things to me?"

"For Yongbai and our Fu'er, it's right for me to worry!"

"All our savings have been spent. Now we can say that we started from scratch and have nothing."

"But I'm not afraid. I'm willing to endure hardships with you. Once our two sons are grown up, our lives will be easier!" Qian said.

Yang Hualin nodded.

When the family was divided, we were given three or four acres of land, all of which were second-class fertile land.

It has been leased to others for farming and some rent is collected every year.

With these rents, a family of four will not suffer from the northwest wind.

But if I want to buy something else, I have no money.

However, fortunately, he has been traveling outside these years and is familiar with the rules of doing business.

Therefore, dog-skin plasters are sold at the gate of Wa City, silk flowers worn on the heads by older girls and younger wives, and candied haws and sugar figures that children like to eat...

As long as he can make money, he will do any small business.

Even if I don’t say too much a day, I can still make a living profit of thirty-four cents, and my life will be smooth.

"Mother Fu'er, I will definitely work harder to make money to support my family so that you all can live a good life without worrying about food and clothing." Yang Hualin continued to promise.

"Well, can I discuss something with you?"

"What's going on? Tell me." Qian asked with a smile.

Yang Hualin said: "It's still my daughter... Lan Yatou, she is so pitiful."

"I went back to the village today and heard about what happened yesterday. I was really angry and distressed!" Yang Hualin said.

The smile on Qian's face also faded a bit.

"Father Fu'er, I'm not talking about your daughter. It's her fault that she goes to other people's houses and beats them up like this!" Qian said.

"Your third brother's family is now the dominant one in Changping Village. Even Li Zheng and the others want to act based on your third brother's family's face."

"Your daughter went over to beat her third aunt. Isn't this...an egg against a stone?" Qian said.

Yang Hualin nodded: "My daughter was spoiled by her mother in the past. Her temperament was too high and she couldn't calm down for a while."

"It's pitiful that we are now in this situation again," he said.

Qian also sighed and shook his head, "Everyone has his or her own fate. Don't think too much about it. She is also from another family now, hey!"

Yang Hualin said: "That's what you say, but we live in the same village, and our family of four eats around the table."

"My daughter is guarding a few empty rooms all by herself. I'm afraid she doesn't even have a cup of hot tea."

"As a father, I feel sad when I think about it, and I have no appetite to eat."

Having said this, Yang Hualin put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Qian frowned secretly, "Then what do you want? Just say it."

Yang Hualin's eyes lit up, as if he was waiting for Qian's words.

"I would like to discuss with Fu'er Niang, can you send a meal to my daughter at noon?"

"Ah?" Qian was surprised and opened his eyes wide.

"Yes, we were all expelled by the old Yang family, but my daughter is still mine after all. I feel bad for her!" Yang Hualin said.

Qian looked very reluctant.

"I'm just a stepmother. I not only have to take care of Fu'er, but I also have to take care of Yongbai left by your ex-wife."

"Now, why do you still need me to take care of your daughter who is already married? It doesn't make sense!" Qian said.
Chapter completed!