Yang Baixiang wanted to dodge but couldn’t escape, and in the end, he simply let the old Yang head beat him until his face was swollen like a pig’s head.
Ruxin’s heart warmed slightly, but she didn’t say anything. It wasn’t the right time for her to speak, and besides, the old Yang head wouldn’t really beat Uncle Xiaowu to death. Of course, she had another thought: it was necessary to let the uncle thoroughly understand the true nature of these relatives. Otherwise, if he continued to be too nice, his fate would definitely not be better than that of the main house.
Only when Yang Baixiang himself truly awoke could she, Ruxin, truly become family with him.
Indeed, as the old Yang head was beating, he found himself unable to continue and could only fiercely throw his shoe on the ground.
Even though Yang Baixiang was beaten until his face was swollen, he didn’t yield and insisted on splitting the family.
The old Yang head sighed helplessly and then went back into the room barefoot, once again starting to escape the issue.
"Alright, alright, since you’ve become strong-willed enough to demand a division, then leave this house with nothing but your body, and in the future, we will not meddle in your affairs," Yang Anshi said, obviously angered by her youngest son.
"If leaving with nothing but my body is what it takes, then so be it," Yang Baixiang, an honest man, stubbornly held his ground. Honest people, once they become stubborn, cannot be pulled back even by nine oxen. He just couldn’t understand why, even though they were all grandchildren, his parents treated them so differently. He might be disabled and not liked by his parents for that, but what about the main house’s nieces and nephews? Weren’t they all good? Why couldn’t his parents accept them?
Just then, Yang Baifu came back. Since these days were relatively idle, everyone could take some time to water the fields and didn’t have to spend every day working on them, so finding people at home was usually possible.
"Is everyone here?" Yang Anshi’s eyes lit up as she saw them.
"Everyone’s here," Yang Baifu wiped the sweat off his forehead.
As they spoke, an old man with white hair and beard, walking with the aid of a dragon head walking stick and supported by a lively-looking teenager, entered.
Behind the white-bearded old man came a slightly younger old man who looked to be over sixty and was also assisted by a young boy.
Following them were two even younger men.
Ruxin recognized all of these people. The eldest, known as Old Master Yang in the village, was the highest-ranking elder and also the oldest at eighty-eight this year. This was considered ripe old age in modern times, let alone in times when living past seventy was rare. Everyone in the village called him Uncle Great Grandfather.
The one supporting him was his great-grandson, Rusong, who was also the successor to the old man’s carpentry skills, a young carpenter highly sought after by people from neighboring villages for furniture work. The old man had a history of traveling far and wide in his youth, was known for his fairness, and thus had become the most respected figure in the village. His word even carried more weight among the villagers than the village chief’s, Lizheng.
The relatively younger man behind him was from the He Family. Ruxin did not know his exact name as the villagers all called him Uncle Four Great Grandfather. He was also close to eighty and was the great uncle of Yang Peili’s mother. He had led his niece, of the He Family, in search of refuge to this area, which eventually led to her marriage with Yang Peili’s father. In his youth, the old man was a blacksmith with a hatred for injustice, and his great-grandson, He Donglai, who was helping him, had inherited his skills and was now a young blacksmith.