Yang Ruxin smiled and nodded, "You go about your business; I’ll head to the back."
Jiu Family said no more; as customers were streaming in endlessly at this time, she was indeed very busy. She also knew that Miss Ruxin didn’t like pretense, so managing the shop well was the best way to repay her.
In fact, before, the family had been forced to sell themselves into servitude; otherwise, who would want to be a servant?
But after truly becoming part of the Yang Family, they found that they were really lucky. Miss Ruxin treated them very well. They had better food and clothing than even the average wealthy household. Little Shanzi, following the young master, was learning to read and practice martial arts, and Little Yezi’s life was saved. Now, even eating a piece of ginseng every day, she looked noticeably more spirited. It was said that after recuperating for a year or so, she would be no different from a normal person.
Thus, Wang Laibao and his wife were genuinely grateful to Yang Ruxin. After becoming familiar with Old Man Qian and learning about his family’s situation, they held even greater respect for Yang Ruxin.
A phrase constantly on Old Man Qian’s lips was, "Miss Xinxin is a good person; if anyone dares to bully her, I’ll fight them with my life."
And the Wang family agreed wholeheartedly. Having found such a household to serve, if they did not work hard, they would be worse than animals.
In the backyard, Old Man Qian was tending to the coal stove, washing dishes. In fact, it was just soup bowls that weren’t very dirty, but Yang Ruxin required that used bowls must be washed and scalded with boiling water before being used again. She even placed a coal stove under the rear veranda with a chimney so there would always be hot water available, and it also kept the two rooms warm.
Little Yezi sat on a small stool beside him, a very sensible little girl. Although she was only two years old, she was holding a clean large cloth, clumsily helping to wipe the scalded chopsticks and spoons.
"Miss..." Little Yezi, facing the door, was the first to notice Yang Ruxin and immediately flashed two tiny milk teeth.
"You know to call her Sister Xinxin, right?" Yang Ruxin didn’t like being called ’Miss’, so she went over and tapped Little Yezi’s nose, "Oh my, you can help Grandpa Qian with chores now, that’s wonderful."
Little Yezi’s smile became even brighter.
"Miss Xinxin, why have you come at this time? Please go inside and have a seat; I’ll pour you some water..." Old Man Qian said excitedly as he stood up.
"Old Man Qian, no need to fuss," Yang Ruxin waved her hand, pulled up a stool, and sat down, helping to lift the scalded bowls and chopsticks out to dry and placed them in the wooden tub beside.
Knowing Yang Ruxin’s temperament, Old Man Qian stopped bustling about and sat down contentedly, starting to chatter about the shop’s business, his own son, and Liang Zi and Chengzi, all with an air of great confidence in life.
Yang Ruxin simply listened with a smile, occasionally interjecting a few words, teasing Little Yezi, creating a very relaxed atmosphere.
"Miss," Jiu Family walked in at that moment, "Young Master Yong Cang has arrived."
"Alright," Yang Ruxin stood up, took the towel Old Man Qian handed her to wipe her hands, and then went to the front hall, where she indeed saw Yong Cang and Shi Tian already waiting in the main hall.
"Let’s talk upstairs," Yang Ruxin smiled and led the way up the stairs next to her.
The shop was originally two-storied with four private rooms upstairs, but since they were selling pancake fruit, there was really no need for private rooms, so the upper rooms were simply tidied up and left unused.