Yang Ruqing said: “First of all, you can’t be weak, you can’t retreat any further.”

"That Chen Hu, he's just afraid of you being scared and alerting others, so he has you right where he wants you."

This time, it's your turn to be the one who gets his pork kidney and has their hand touched.

"You bit your tongue."

"What about next time? He'll do even worse things to you, will you still have to endure it?" Yang Ruqing asked.

This is a test.

“I would rather die than let him get away with this!” Xiaoyu gritted her teeth.

"That's right," Yang Ruqing snapped her fingers.

"That's the kind of determination I want to see." she said.

To help Xiao Yu, we must first wake her up and get her to stand on her own.

Otherwise, it would be like mud that cannot be plastered onto a wall; even if one is willing to help, they can't.

"Qinger, I'll listen to you. If he comes looking for me again, I'll definitely stand firm and won't let him manipulate me!" Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruqing nodded.

"Don't go alone to those remote places at the back of the village during the day, and lock your doors and windows at night. Keep a stick by your bed."

She reminded him.

Little Rain nodded. "I have a pair of scissors under my pillow."

“The scissors were too sharp, if you killed someone with them, you'd go to jail.” Yang Ruqing said.

"What shall we do?" Xiaoyu asked.

"Mousetrap!" Yang Ruqing said.

Xiaoyu nodded vigorously: "I have this at home. I'll put it under the window when I get back."

Yang Ruqing then carefully instructed Xiaoyu on some self-defense techniques, and the two parted ways and went home separately.

Yang Ruqing entered the courtyard. As she passed by the back of her kitchen, she heard Dayan's indignant voice.

"The nanny said she slipped, but I saw clearly that she intentionally dropped the dumplings on the ground..."

Did Tan smash the bowl along with the dumplings she sent?

This won't do!

>

Yang Ruoqing rushed into the kitchen in three strides.

Seeing her enter, Mrs. Sun hurriedly gave Da'an a look, signaling him not to speak any further.

>

Dayan stood there, frowning and looking unwilling.

"Qing'er, why did it take you so long to come home? The dumplings are ready, let's eat."

Mrs. Sun got up and came to take a bowl to fill with dumplings, but Yang Ruqing stopped her.

“Dayan, what just happened? Tell me everything!” she said.

Dāiān was just about to speak when she was stopped by Sūn shì.

"Nothing much, Qing'er. Let's have some dumplings!" Sun shi persuaded.

Yang Ruqing frowned and pulled away Sun's hand.

"Mother, how long are you going to be so weak?"

She asked Sun Shi, but Sun Shi remained silent, bowing her head.

>

"Less is more, today's festival…"

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"No matter what, we can't let ourselves be trampled on like this!" Yang Ruqing said.

He pointed at Dayan: "Tell me, what's going on!"

>Da'an lifted his head.

“I took dumplings to grandma's, and aunt four came to pick them up. Grandma pushed her away.”

“She came to get it herself, so I put the bowl in her hands.”

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"The nanny took the bowl over and glanced at it. She raised her hand and smashed it to the ground, shattering it."

“I asked Mama why she fell. Mama said she slipped.”

>

“I said I clearly saw her deliberately trip, and she slapped me in the face, saying I was blind…”

"Which side was slapped?"

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Yang Ruqing rushed over and cupped her younger brother's face, looking at him.

Indeed, on the left cheek close to the ear, there was a large area of redness and swelling.

Below the ear, there was also a lump the size of a green bean!

>

Holy crap!

>

Yang Ruqing was furious, and she turned on her heel to head toward the kitchen door.

“Qing’er, what are you going to do?”

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Behind me, there came the panicked voice of Sun, and the door was blocked by Sun.

"Less is more, Qing'er, don't go..."

Yang Ruqing looked at the flustered woman in front of her and said in a low voice, "This festival, I sent dumplings to my grandparents because I am filial to my parents."

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"But my mom's way of doing things, it's so heartless!"

“That’s just how your mother is, maybe she just slipped her hand.” Mrs. Sun murmured.

"Even if I accidentally knock over a bowl, I wouldn't mind. What about that slap Da An gave me?"

Sun Shi fell silent, and the woman's face was full of heartache.

“Mother, you are a kind person, unable to protect your brother. Then step aside, I will protect him!”

After Yang Ruqing finished speaking, she beckoned to Dā'ān.

"Come here, sister, I'll take you to find a place!"

Dain ran over.

Yang Ruqing pulled Dangan's hand, and the two siblings went straight to the front yard.

By the time Mrs. Sun came to her senses, the two children had already run off.

The woman panicked, her face paling as she hurried to Yang Huazhong's place...

The front yard of Old Yang's house.

When Yang Ruqing pulled Da'an over, she saw at a glance that the shards of bowls on the ground hadn't been cleaned up yet.

The dumplings were spilled all over the floor, and Wangcai was wagging his tail as he chased after each dumpling, eating them with happy little grunts.

>

Damn it.

It's despicable to trample on the fruits of other people's labor!

Yang Ruqing kicked Wangcai away with one foot, then pushed open half the curtain and entered the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Jin stood by the stove.

Liu was standing by the stove, putting dumplings into the pot.

Tan stood aside, her arms akimbo as she directed Liu.

Upon seeing Yang Ruqing and her brother enter, Tan Shi was taken aback.

>

Immediately guessing his intentions, Mrs. Tan raised her eyebrows and glared at Yang Ruqing angrily: "Dead fatty, what are you doing here? Coming to defend Da'an?"

Yang Ruqing twitched the corner of her mouth.

Without paying any attention to Tan, he scanned the kitchen.

And finally it fell onto the trash can at the edge of the stove.

>

Every household has a bucket for leftover food.

The water used to wash rice and vegetables, as well as the water from scrubbing the pot and washing the dishes, is all poured into that bucket.

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When it was full, it was carried to the backyard and poured into the gutter all at once.

Over time, the trash can became a place where filth and dirt accumulated.

The sewage inside has fermented and a layer of scum floats on top.

Yang Ruqing lifted the slop bucket and poured its contents upside down into the pot where she had cooked dumplings.

"Whoosh..."

The dirty water splashed everywhere, washing all the dumplings out of the pot.

Liu, who was on the side, screamed in terror and retreated.

Tan came to her senses and, seeing the floor covered with scraps of food and dumplings, became so angry that her nose almost went out of whack.

"Dead fat girl, you, what are you doing!"

Tan stomped her foot and roared angrily.

Yang Ruqing slammed the empty bucket in her hand to the ground.

She patted her hands and said calmly: "Oh, I originally wanted to take the leftover water outside to pour it out. My hand slipped, and I poured it in the wrong place..."

Tan was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

"Dead fat girl, you did it on purpose!"

“You heartless little wretch, I'll skin you alive!”

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Tan leaped like a madman, brandishing her sharp claws and lunging at Yang Ruqing.

For women like Tan, who still bind their feet. Let me know if you'd like to translate anything else! ?

Yang Ruqing could be defeated by a single finger.

But she couldn't have a direct physical confrontation with Tan.

After all, she is Yang Huazhong's biological mother.

But Yang Ruqing would absolutely never allow the Tan family to get close to her.

With a slip of her foot, she slithered out of the kitchen like an eel.

and still pulled Dà'ān towards the front courtyard.

Today is the Winter Solstice, and all the men in Lao Yang's family are cutting incense paper in the front courtyard. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

I'm preparing to go up the mountain this afternoon to burn incense and pay respects to my ancestors.