“The baby can already call grandpa, and you’re still so immature! Shame on you!” said Mrs. Sun.

Yang Huazhong let out a hearty laugh and walked over, sizing up Sun's outfit with nods of approval. "Impressive, impressive! Our daughter is truly capable. This outfit was a good buy!"

Yang Ruqing took Mrs. Sun's arm and said, "Mother, look, both I and Father said it looks good, it really does! You just wear it out boldly!"

All people have a love for beauty. Upon hearing what her husband and daughter said, Mrs. Sun was overjoyed.

The woman looked into the mirror a few times, tugged at the corner of her clothes, and smiled happily: "Okay, then I'll go out like this."

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"That's right!" Yang Ruqing smiled too.

Sun shi's gaze fell on Yang Huazhong: "Father Qing'er, why did you come to the backyard? Did the village elders leave?"

Yang Huazhong said: “Just as I was leaving, I came to the back garden to talk to you about this storytelling thing. We have sponsored some money…”

"How much does it cost to perform opera? How much has our family contributed?" asked Mrs. Sun.

Yang Huazhong then told Sun about the approximate expenses and subsidies from Luo Fengtang, Yang Huazhou, and others.

Yang Huazhong said, “Four ounces of silver, three performances of a major opera, enough.”

“I originally intended to pay for this all myself. Fellow villagers, you’ve elected me as the current headman, so if I pay for it all, it's no big deal…”

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The man continued.

Mrs. Sun nodded, “Well, according to our current income, four taels of silver are still affordable. We can even afford to treat the matchmakers to a show. So why didn't we pay in full?”

Hearing Mrs. Sun's question, Yang Huazhong turned his gaze to Yang Ruqing.

"Our daughter thinks it's not appropriate…" he said.

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Yang Ruqing then gave a faint smile and said to Sun Shi and Yang Huazhong, "Father, mother, regarding this kind of topic, actually I've wanted to have a good talk with you both for a long time."

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“Four taels of silver, that’s right, we can afford it.”

“But, we don't need to do that!” she said.

“There’s a saying: ‘Give someone an inch and they’ll take a mile.’ Have you heard of it?” she asked.

Yang Huazhong and his wife looked at each other, then both shook their heads.

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"What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruqing said: "Let's say someone is in trouble, starving and freezing. When they're about to die of hunger, we lend them a bushel of rice."

"He'll definitely be grateful, think of us as his saviors. Right?" she asked.

Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly, "That's for sure, it's about survival! People only have hope if they are alive."

Yang Ruqing continued, "But if we give that person a bushel of rice, he won't just not starve. He can even sell the extra rice for money."

“At that point, he might not be grateful to us, but instead would blame us.”

“Complaining why we didn't give two dou or even one shi? This is human nature, selfishness, greed, an insatiable desire!” Yang Ruqing said.

Sun and Yang Huazhong looked at each other in surprise, both of them were stunned by Yang Ruoqing's unprecedented remarks.

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Yang Huazhong fell into contemplation, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

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Yang Ruqing took advantage of the hot iron and continued, "Take the matter of paying for the opera performance in the village as an example."

"Four ounces of silver is all that most families in the village earn throughout the year."

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“For us, especially for me and Tang'er, it doesn't amount to much at all.”

But this time we've bought the whole show! Everyone will be happy and singing our praises.

"Next time the village needs to build roads or bridges, we'll take full responsibility. Maybe people will praise us then and think we're great philanthropists."

“When you do this kind of thing too much, and it becomes a habit, in the end, everyone will start to complain.”

"They'd say, since our family is so wealthy, living in such a fine mansion, while most of them are still stuck in those lowly, mud-brick houses."

“They’ll blame us for not putting in more money to help them renovate their houses too?”

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Our family has a team of horses and mules, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, as well as fishponds and pigpens.

"Why not slip some money into their fingers and get them to do it too?"

Over time, the good things we've done for the village haven't been met with gratitude, but rather resentment and jealousy.

"Why bother doing something so pointless and difficult?"

“Why would we go and plant the seeds of resentment? Besides, the money in our family wasn't blown in by the wind or carried here by the water. It was earned bit by bit through hard work!” Yang Ruqing said.

When she finished speaking, the room was silent. Both Yang Huazhong and Sun shi were speechless.

Half a moment later, Yang Huazhong nodded heavily: "My dear girl, you're right as always! That's exactly how things work in this world!"

Mrs. Sun also had a face full of emotion: "Ai, I've lived most of my life, the truth about dealing with people, hasn't been as clear and thorough as our daughter sees it!"

"It's not too late to see clearly now."

When it was lunchtime, Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan exchanged glances.

Yang Ruqing lightly nodded her head, and Yang Rulan took a deep breath and spoke.

"Grandpa, Hong'er is completely healed now. What should we do next? Grandpa, please give us some advice!" Yang Ruolan said.

Upon hearing this, Old Yang's hand holding the chopsticks paused.

He stuffed a piece of scrambled eggs with meat into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

"Hong'er, about this matter, I've thought it over carefully, child. In the end, the child is still born from Yongzhi and Jinhong."

"Hey, when Yongzhi comes back, have him carry you back!" Old Yang said.

Tan slammed her chopsticks on the table, making a sharp "crack" sound.

"That won't do!" she said, "With those two, the woman doesn't know anything, and the man is just a pushover."

"Give them the child, and in three days they'll be back with complaints! Absolutely not!" Mrs. Tan said.

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Lao Yang Tou was a little embarrassed: "If we don't give the child back to them, who will take care of him? Who will raise him?"

“You? You can’t even see, you need someone to dress and feed you!” he said.

Tan said, “Even though I can’t see, my brain is sharp and I know what I can and cannot do. Unlike that Chen Jinhong, whose brain must have been squashed by the door frame!”

"Hong'er, I want to raise her by my side and eat and sleep with her."

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"Look, you women, take turns helping me out. You all huddle together and go in order, one person for a day at a time. That's enough to raise the children."

When Yang Ruqing heard what Tan said, she was stunned.

Except for the sons and daughters born to her own, among her grandchildren's generation, Tan had never cared for any other family branch's children this much.

Fu'er is a boy. He was left behind by Yang Huilin and is the legitimate grandson of the old Yang family.

Because of F'erniang and Qianshi.

Tan didn't like this grandson at all, and didn't even want to mention Fu'er.