"Qing'er, what are you touching? Your hands will be dirty later." Da Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing still didn't answer. When she was done, she stood up.

"Auntie, don't call Butcher Zheng to collect this pig girl. We don't want the money, so we'll kill it ourselves!" she said.

Da Sun said: "I used to kill other pigs in our family myself during the New Year and festivals, but I have raised this pig lady for three years. Unlike other pigs, I can't cut it."

Yang Ruoqing said: "If you can't remove the knife, let me do it."

"Why?" Da Sun asked puzzledly.

"This pig girl is more than three years old. Even if she is killed, the meat will not be sold for much money." Da Sun added.

The price of pork in the Wa market fluctuates between 13 and 16 cents per catty, the price of pork ribs is around 25 cents, and the heart, liver, lungs, and intestines are cheaper.

But the old pig lady's meat doesn't taste good, so it usually doesn't fetch a good price.

But butchers will also sell these to bun shops or some small food stalls and chop them into meat fillings.

"It's better to let Butcher Zheng take him away, and give him a hundred dollars to bring him down." Da Sun said again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, why are you so lazy? I said I will kill the pig, so I will kill it. We will discuss what to do with it after the killing!"

…

In the afternoon, Yang Yongxian came to Yang Huazhong's house. Mrs. Sun came over and called Yang Ruoqing over.

"Brother, you just called me over? Didn't you ask Ping'er to come with you?" Yang Ruoqing asked Sun.

Sun said: "No, just let me come over and call you."

Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly, "Let's go."

In the yard next door, Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongxian were sitting face to face. Yang Yongxian was holding a bowl of tea in his hand, his head buried, and he was drinking absentmindedly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around suddenly.

When he saw that the people who came were indeed Sun and Yang Ruoqing, Yang Yongxian's eyes suddenly dimmed and he felt a little disappointed.

Yang Ruoqing saw his slight expression in her eyes and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Didn't you ask Ping'er to come over? Who will show you how disappointed you are right now?

"Brother, what are you asking me to convey to you?" Yang Ruoqing sat down and asked calmly.

It was originally agreed that he would have a good talk with Ping'er, but he was still cowardly after all.

Yang Yongxian probably sensed some contempt in Yang Ruoqing's tone, and his face turned red.

"Qing'er, this Mid-Autumn Festival, I accompanied your sister-in-law to Lijiacun for lunch..." he said.

Yang Ruoqing said "Yeah", "I know, what next?"

Yang Yongxian's eyes averted for a moment and he said, "Xiuxinniang also knew what happened last night. She actually scolded Xiuxin for the first time and blamed her for being suspicious."

"Then, in order to apologize to Xiuxin and me, he also asked me to bring twenty eggs over and asked me to hand them over to Ping'er."

Yang Yongxian put a bundle roll on the table and unwrapped it. It turned out that there were really twenty eggs inside.

"I don't have the face to see Ping'er, Qing'er, please help me transfer this egg to Ping'er,"

"There is also this letter. I have written everything I want to say to her in this letter. She will understand after reading it." Yang Yongxian whispered.

Yang Ruoqing sat there steadily and did not reach out to pick up the egg or letter.

"Brother, I can make the decision to accept the egg for Ping'er, because she really received this slap."

"But I won't hand over this letter." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Why?" Yang Yongxian looked up in shock.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I still say the same thing. To untie the bell, you have to tie the bell. You don't even have the courage to speak clearly to her in person. This is the greatest harm to Ping'er, and it is far more than twenty eggs can compensate for.

of."

Yang Yongxian lowered his head and sat there, his high spirits completely gone.

Yang Ruoqing also secretly shook her head.

Or, just follow the trend of this era, polygamy, don't be careless about it, as all you marry will be a tool for having children.

Or, just stay focused and don't cause trouble.

My sister-in-law hadn't even reconciled yet, so she started looking for warmth and comfort at Ping'er's place.

This made Ping'er tempted. When his sister-in-law came back, he retreated again.

If he has a thief's heart but not his courage, what good can he say?

"Qing'er, I think you'd better hand over the letter to your elder brother."

On the side, Mrs. Sun couldn't bear to see Yang Yongxian like this and asked for mercy.

Yang Ruoqing frowned, took the letter and the egg, and then stood up.

"I'll send the stuff to Ping'er right now, but brother, I hope you can show your sincerity after you go back to eliminate my sister-in-law's insecurity and re-establish her trust in you."

"And Ping'er, I also beg you, if you don't want her to be harmed, just treat her like a stranger when you meet her again in the village."

"Staying away from her means protecting her, do you understand?" Yang Ruoqing looked sideways at Yang Yongxian and asked.

Yang Yongxian nodded heavily, "I understand."

Yang Ruoqing raised her feet to leave, but after taking two steps, she was stopped by Yang Yongxian again.

"Is there anything else?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yang Yongxian opened his mouth and said with a troubled face: "Tell Ping'er for me that I'm sorry, and I hope she can find a husband as soon as possible..."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

He turned around and looked at Yang Yongxian, "Brother, don't worry, the sun will still rise from the east if the sun is missing. Just mind your own business. Ping'er will naturally have a good home for her!"

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing didn't want to listen to Yang Yongxian's nonsense anymore, so she picked up her things and left.

…

"What was written in the letter? Did it make you burst into tears after reading it?"

In Ping'er's room, Yang Ruoqing was lazily leaning on the rocking chair under the window, holding a big peach in her hand and gnawing on it.

However, his eyes glanced at Ping'er, who was holding a letter in her hand at the table and looking at Ping'er with tears streaming down her face, and couldn't help but ask.

Ping'er took her eyes back from the letter paper in her hand, took out the handkerchief and wiped the tears on her face.

"It's nothing, I just want to cry." Ping'er said in a hoarse voice.

Yang Ruoqing stood up, came to the table, picked up the envelope, and read it while nibbling on the peach.

It took me a long time to read ten lines at a time, because the envelope contained five pieces of letter paper.

The ancients did not write horizontally like modern people, but wrote vertically, from right to left.

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her lips after cutting down five pieces of writing paper.

"This is the longest breakup letter I've ever read. I can't complain. I can only say that it's no wonder my eldest brother failed the examination. All his literary talent was used on this!"

Alas, a breakup letter is written like a heavy tear gas, it’s too much to bear!

"Ping'er, don't cry. The matter is officially over. Congratulations. From now on, you have been completely pulled out of this whirlpool. You should be happy." Yang Ruoqing said.

Ping'er wiped away tears but managed to smile.

"Yes, I am completely relieved and relaxed. I will never get involved in such a thing again in the future," she said.

Yang Ruoqing patted Ping'er on the shoulder, "It's okay, with your looks, abilities, and temperament, the men who want to marry you are lining up from here to the door!"

Ping'er burst into tears and laughed, "How can it be so exaggerated..."
Chapter completed!