Upon hearing the commotion, Yang Rusong, who was tidying up his own clothes in the room, suddenly trembled, and the two garments he had found to give to Uncle Xiaowu fell to the ground.
After reflecting, Yang Ruxin had told him to demonstrate his point with actions. The first thing that came to his mind was Uncle Xiaowu’s lack of decent clothes. Ashamed at the sight of tattered cotton-padded jackets thrown in the courtyard, he decided to send his own clothes to Uncle Xiaowu first. But before he’d finished packing, to his surprise, Wang Baozhu actually came to extort him...
Although his mother and grandmother had rushed out to argue with those people, he just knew it would be of no use, it might even exacerbate the conflict.
How could he notify his cousin in the main hall?
Yang Rusong was like an ant on a hot pot, pacing aimlessly around the room.
Meanwhile, Yang Ruxin had also received the news, delivered by Xiaoliu’s brother Xiao Shunzi. The little fellow got along especially well with Sanni and the others. Anytime something happened, he would be sure to report to Yang Ruxin first.
At that moment, Yang Ruxin was reading with Gu Qingheng. She noticed that her memory had been improving greatly of late, probably due to the space. With serious attention, she could remember many things after just one glance. For instance, she was studying "Thousand Character Classic"; in her previous life, she’d known only a bit, able to recite only the beginning, at most up to "The leap year makes up the cycle, harmonizing with the sunlight," but now she could remember it from beginning to end, and even write it all in traditional characters. Although her handwriting wasn’t very good, she felt very satisfied.
"Even Xiaofeng’s handwriting looks better than yours," Gu Yao commented as he looked at Yang Ruxin’s scrawled letters, unable to help but sigh, "even Mimi’s handwriting is better than yours..."
"Oh, come on, don’t make so many comparisons," Yang Ruxin said nonchalantly, waving her hand, "I’m not learning to write to become a calligrapher. I’m doing it so I won’t be cheated in business, so as long as it’s legible..."
Gu Yao’s mouth twitched: "But it’s tough to read."
"Where is it tough?" Yang Ruxin raised her eyebrows, her voice growing louder, "It’s because you’re old and your eyesight is going bad..."
"I..." Gu Yao found himself unable to retort and turned away grumpily, "I better go see if your Uncle Xiaowu needs hot water."
"I really think I wrote quite well..." Yang Ruxin examined her handwriting.
Gu Qingheng couldn’t help but chuckle, but before he could say anything, Sanni’s voice came from outside, followed by several others rushing in, all wearing strange expressions.
"What’s wrong?" Yang Ruxin frowned.
"Big sister, there’s trouble at the old house..."
Yang Ruxin glanced at Sanni: "Don’t tell me someone is marrying Yang the Scholar?"
"Big sister, you’re psychic." Sanni gave her a thumbs up, "Indeed, someone is accusing our cousin of forcing himself on her, and they’re demanding that he take responsibility..."
"Interesting, go back and keep watch on the situation."
Sanni, along with Xiao Shunzi, Dabao, and a few others, ran off.
"Yang Rusong? Impossible," Gu Qingheng was shocked, "Although he is a bit pedantic and self-righteous, his nature is entirely different from his father’s..."
"You do know him well," Yang Ruxin laughed, "But he’s just an unlucky guy." She then recounted her visit to the old house, where Yang Rusong had asked her for help, surmising, "It seems like Wang Baozhu wants to be Scholar’s wife."