Yang Yongjin sat there with a large, gilded knife in his hand, wearing a quilted jacket underneath.

There was a brazier burning in the room, so it wasn't very cold.

He looked at Cao Baimei who was sitting sideways in front of him, holding clothes in her hands and busily mending them with needle and thread.

My mind is wandering a bit.

From a young age, he knew that his mother was different from other mothers.

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Her mother was deaf and mute, and her mind was a little slow.

Before the separation, Mother couldn't even cook a proper meal, nor could she mend a single piece of clothing.

When he was a child, his clothes were initially made of milk and later by his aunt.

He rarely sat still like this, waiting for a woman to mend his clothes.

This is a period of leisure after lunch.

The guys are all resting in the front yard hall, it's quieter back here in the yard.

Inside the room, the charcoal fire crackled and popped, sending sparks flying every now and then.

Yang Yongjin's eyes followed Cao Baimei's small hand.

That little hand, so nimble, flying needle and thread.

With a few *swoosh* and *fizz*, those cracks that seemed insurmountable to him, under her touch, were seamlessly mended.

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That's amazing.

Yang Yongjin sighed inwardly.

His gaze followed the girl's hand, landing on her face.

The girl lowered her head, her bangs falling over her forehead.

From his perspective, he couldn't see her eyes, only a thin face, a slightly sunken nose, and lips lightly pressed together.

On both sides of the girl's nose bridge, there are a few small freckles.

In the reflection of the charcoal fire, it emitted a faint reddish hue.

It's kind of cute, like a peach blossom.

A touch of warmth, imperceptible even to himself, flickered in Yang Yongjin's eyes.

Soon, the clothes were sewn up.

Cao Bamai bit the end of the thread with her teeth, shook the clothes in her hand and stood up.

"Shopkeeper, give it a try."

She looked up and found Yang Yongjin staring straight at her.

The girl's face flushed instantly, and she bit her lip.

Yang Yongjin quickly shifted his gaze away, "Um, okay."

He took the coat and reached his arms into it to put it on.

Cao Baimei then turned her back on him, picking up a sewing box and sorting through its contents.

Yang Yongjin watched Cao Baimei's back.

This girl is really not tall, she's so petite that she looks like a skinny little chick.

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Visually... her head, I'd estimate it reaches about his shoulders?

"Eight Sister, I heard that both your parents have passed away?"

This was the first time he took the initiative to ask her about her family.

He had also spoken to her in the days leading up to that.

But they all revolved around the work at the tavern. He taught her.

Upon hearing Yang Yongjin's question, Cao Baimei nodded lightly.

She whispered, “I was only a few days old when my father died. Six months ago, my mother passed away as well.”

"So, what are your plans for the future?" Yang Yongjin asked again.

I used to only feel sorry for myself. My mother is deaf and mute, so I never had a chance to tell her kind words growing up, nor did I receive much comfort from her.

Now, compared to Cao Bamei, he felt like he had grown up in a honey pot.

Before them, Cao Baimei slightly turned her body and whispered, "Several brothers drove me out. Fortunately, there is still this brother and sister-in-law here in Changping Village who treat me well."

Yang Yongjin nodded: "There are always kindhearted people in the world after all."

"Don't be too sad, from now on at the tavern, all of us will be your relatives and friends." he said.

Cao Baimei turned her head and gave him a grateful glance.

"Well, thank you, shopkeeper..."

“From now on, don't call me shopkeeper anymore. Just call me Second Brother, like you call Qing’er.”

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Yang Yongjin grinned.

Second brother?

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Cao Baimei lightly bit her lip, her expression a little strange.

She is the aunt of Da Jie and Xiao Jie.

Qing'er, Da Jie, and Xiao Jie are cousins.

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According to seniority, Qing'er should also call herself aunt.

Then Yang Yongjin and Qing'er are cousins, right? Shouldn't he also call himself aunt?

"Second brother? Are you sure I'm calling you second brother? Or are you calling me aunt?"

Cao Baimei didn't know where she got the courage from, and actually made a playful remark to Yang Yongjin.

"What?"

Yang Yongjin was taken aback.

He scratched his head and sorted out the complicated family relationships.

Oh my God!

He gasped.

"According to seniority, I should actually call you Auntie, Eighth Sister!" he said with a helpless chuckle.

"Keke..."

Cao Baimei also covered her mouth and smiled.

The distance between them, because of this knowing smile, suddenly narrowed considerably.

Finally, Yang Yongjin said, "Why don't we just do this? I won't call you Auntie, and you don't need to call me shopkeeper or Second Brother."

"How about we just call each other by our names from now on?" he asked.

Cao Baimei smiled and nodded: "I think it's good."

Yáng Ruòqíng and Xiǎoyǔ sat in a carriage, traveling on the road back to their village.

After handling so much merchandise for years, the two girls were very happy and chatted all the way.

“Qing’er, when will your Tangya come back? Has he sent any news?” Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Ruqing smiled and said, "Well, it flew back once, it should be on its way back now."

"Hee hee, it's good to be back. I was still waiting to eat your 'crossing the threshold' candy earlier," Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruqing blushed.

"Don't talk nonsense, we haven't set a date yet," she said.

Xiaoyu said, "After we've delivered these New Year's gifts, won't the next thing be visiting our future in-laws? And after that, won't the wedding be just around the corner!"

Even Yang Ruoheng, someone as thick-skinned as she was, couldn't help but blush when she heard the word 'marriage'.

"Let's not talk about this, shall we? Change the subject!" she said.

Little Rain still giggled.

The two of them chatted and laughed as they returned to the village.

Driving the carriage into the courtyard, he thought he would call Yang Huazhong over to unload the New Year's goods.

As for Yang Huazhong, and the Sun family, they are no longer here.

Only Xiaohua was left at home.

"Little Flower, where are Uncle Three and Auntie Three?" Yang Ruqing asked.

Although Xiaohua is a maidservant in the family, she should call Yang Huazhong and his wife "Master" and "Madam," and their children "Young Master" and "Miss."

Both Ke Yang Huazhong and Sun's family were genuine farmers.

These appellations are not very helpful.

Then, Yang Ruqing simply let them call him Third Uncle and her Third Aunt.

“Qing’er jie, Third Uncle and Third Aunt have gone to the old house.” Xiaohua said.

Yang Ruqing was surprised: "Why go to the old house?"

"The old man fought with someone..."

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"Ah?"

Yang Ruqing was so startled that her jaw almost dropped to the floor.

Old Yang's head would actually fight people? And break his own head?

“Qinger, you should go to the old house and have a look. I'll take care of organizing the New Year's goods here.” Xiaoyu urged quickly.

Yang Ruqing nodded, "Okay, then I'll go first."

After saying that, she turned and dashed out of the yard.

On the way into the village, I met many villagers. There were groups of three and groups of five.

They huddled together, whispering to each other, as if discussing Old Yang's fight with someone.

Someone saw Yang Ruqing running over quickly and shouted towards her, "Ruqing, hurry up, your grandfather's head has been broken by someone..."