"Please let him live, I... I am sorry for him..." Yang Peili actually burst into tears.
"The number of people you owe an apology to is plenty." Yang Ruxin sneered coldly, utterly unmoved, "Since that’s the case, go ahead and sign the document."
Yang Anshi on the kang became even more frantically delirious, calling out in chaos, but alas, nobody paid any attention to her anymore, and in the end, she could only stare desperately at the ceiling beam, tears unexpectedly flowing from the corners of her eyes.
Yang Ruxin had Sanni, who had followed, summon the village chief and the Lizheng. In their presence, she signed with Yang Peili the selling covenant of Yang Baixiang and even gave the Lizheng a tael of silver, asking him to help file it with the Governor’s Office.
Only then did they get help to lift the person onto a wooden board and carry him to the Xiaohong Building, directly arranging for him to stay in the back courtyard’s wing room.
The three wing rooms at the back were exclusively for Dao Xuzi. The old man refused to live inside the building, finding it inconvenient because he needed to refine and prepare medicines. Therefore, he took over the three back courtyard wing rooms and even decreed that no one was allowed to enter.
Seeing that Dao Xuzi swiftly administered acupuncture to Yang Baixiang, Yang Ruxin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Uncle Xiaowu, a kind heart will definitely be rewarded. I believe that as long as you aren’t foolish, your future life will surely be bright.
Everyone was incredibly happy about Uncle Xiaowu’s arrival.
Days slid by slowly as such, and everything seemed unchanged, but actually, many things had imperceptibly shifted already.
Take, for example, the old Yang Family house; no longer was it Yang Anshi in charge, but Feng Caie had taken over, and Yang Baihe had been brought back. Baihe had several confrontations with Feng Caie, but Feng Caie was no Yang Anshi, so after suffering a few losses, Baihe settled down.
Since Yang Ruxin’s new house was topped with red tiles, the villagers had gotten into the habit of calling this place "Xiaohong Building."
Yang Ruyu, because of Uncle Xiaowu’s relationship, had become a regular at the Red Building. Yang Ruxin was much more tolerant toward her, but she also knew her limits, understanding that too much could be as bad as too little, so she just chatted and talked whenever she came, being very good at knowing when to take her leave.
Xun Hui was very happy; in her heart, everyone was family and should love one another.
Yang Ruyu also seemed particularly close to Xun Hui. When she came, she would help her with sewing and needlework, and sometimes, they appeared more like mother and daughter.
During this time, Yang Ruxin hadn’t visited the store in town, only occasionally Sanni and Dabao would take a look. The couple Wang Laibao, along with old Mister Qian and Liang Zi, the four of them managed the Pancake Fruit Shop quite capably.
Wang Laibao’s little daughter, Little Yezi, had also gradually improved. It was gestational toxins that had gathered in her internal organs because there was no money to find a good doctor for treatment, the child had been delayed; if not for Dao Xuzi, the child could have only lived for another year or so.
But now, with silver needles detoxifying and medication adjusting, the little one was no longer in mortal danger.
However, the subsequent adjustments were not cheap; one prescription could cost several hundred wen, and every day she had to ingest a slice of ginseng.
Seeing Yang Ruxin give half of a ginseng root generously, and the little girl slowly regaining her vitality, Wang Laibao and his wife were absolutely grateful to Yang Ruxin, wishing they could give their very lives to her, naturally working very hard and loyally.
As for Yang Ruxin, she remained indifferent and showed neither sorrow nor joy.
"Big sister, they are so excited, why aren’t you reacting at all?" Sanni wrinkled her little nose, still to this day finding her big sister sometimes hard to see through.