Old Yang was startled, "You mean, they wouldn't have sold the two mu of paddy fields we allocated to them, would they?"

Tan's hand froze, and she thought: "If they dare, I'll have to skin them alive!"

"Then where did they get their money?" Old Yang asked again.

“I don't know!” Tan said angrily. She had been annoyed ever since the family split up.

To use the outhouse, I always had to take a detour and never walk past Lao San's house.

"I got it!"

Tán suddenly said.

“I heard from the fourth wife that Fatty went to town yesterday morning, bringing a whole bunch of rush-woven goods to sell. It seems she sold out and now has money in her hands!”

"Well, that's how it is…" Old Yang nodded.

"The third brother is good at making things!"

Thinking of this, Lao Yang's heart settled down. As long as the Yang family's land wasn't sold, he didn't care what they did.

“Get cleaned up and go to bed!”

Tan wiped the towel dry and cleaned Old Yang's wet feet.

Lao Yang said, "Don't worry, wait a while and sleep again."

"Why?"

Old Yang slowly refilled his pipe with tobacco, packed it into his mouth and took a satisfying puff. "When I just lie down, I have to get up again to open the door. It's such a bother," he said.

"What door are you opening?" asked Mrs. Tan, and suddenly she realized.

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“Hmph, even if they ate dragon meat, I wouldn't care! If they brought it, I wouldn't open the door!” Madam Tan said angrily.

Old Yang smiled, shook his head and waved his hand, dismissing Tan Shi.

Just as Lao Yangtou and Tan Shi were certain that Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi, the couple, would definitely send over some meat, in the kitchen of the third house, Sun Shi and Yang Ruqing were busily wrapping dumplings.

“Mom, you make such good dumpling wrappers!”

Yang Ruqing skillfully scooped a spoonful of dumpling filling and placed it in the center of the dumpling skin. She used the end of her chopsticks to dip some water around the edges of the dumpling skin.

Then, pinch both sides of the dough with your fingers and fold it in half. Create a few pleats along the seam where the dumplings are joined, and drop them into the boiling pot of water next to you.

“In the old days, on New Year's Eve, it was fashionable to eat dumplings during the watch night. There were over ten people in Lao Yang's family, and all the dumplings were made by me!”

Sun smiled and continued her movements without hesitation.

Yang Ruqing nodded, yes, practice makes perfect.

"Qing'er, these dumplings are a rare treat. We made quite a few this time. When the pot is done, we could send a bowl to Grandma so she can try them fresh?" Sun inquired about Yang Ruqing's opinion.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruohua's good mood inexplicably felt as if a layer of ash had been cast over it.

"Mother, wasn't yesterday's lesson with the steamed buns enough? You insist on rushing to offer a hot face to a cold backside?" She asked Mrs. Sun with a stoic expression.

Sun shi was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.

Lowering her head and sighing, Mrs. Sun said, "Buns are buns, dumplings are dumplings; there's no need to be fussy about buns not being dumplings. I'm worried that if we don't send some over, people will point fingers at us and say we're unfilial!"

"To poke someone's spine? Who would dare?" Yang Ruqing smiled. "When we first left home with nothing, drinking the north wind, were our grandparents treated unfairly by anyone? Who dared to poke their spine?"

“The road is uneven, and people step aside. Justice resides in the hearts of the people.” Sun said.

"What good is that? Even if the whole village knows our grandma is harsh on our third house, no one has come out to speak up for us. They're all just busy sweeping their own front yards!" Yang Ruoqing said.

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“So, we don't send dumplings over there, and no one says anything about it. Even if they do, they just mutter behind our backs. Who would dare to say anything to our face?”

If anyone dared to say these words to her face, she guaranteed they'd get a slap across the face, hard enough to make them lose their teeth!

Sun didn't speak anymore, but her expression still showed uneasiness.

Yang Ruqing was too lazy to argue with Sun Shi here, so she took Sun Shi to the next room to consult Yang Huazhong's opinion.

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After hearing the words of the mother and daughter, Yang Huazhong's bushy eyebrows furrowed tightly, then loosened after a while.

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“Listen to our daughter, we're not sending dumplings anymore.” Yang Huazhong said: “After we split the family, after splitting up we’re two families. We should just send some things during festivals to show respect to Qing’er’s grandparents!”

“Well then, we won’t send you off this time!” Sun Shi had also made up her mind.

Soon, the first pot of dumplings was ready. Yang Ruqing scooped up three bowls.

“Mother, I'm going to send dumplings to Aunt Guihua, Aunt Dayun, and young Tang!”

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"When it gets dark, Mother will accompany you!"

"No need, just someone from the village. I'll be back soon."

Yang Ruqing put three bowls of dumplings into a bamboo basket. To stabilize them, she also stuffed some straw in the gaps between the three bowls.

Then, they placed a bamboo basket upside down on top to keep out dust and wind, and stepped out of the house.

She took two steps, then suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"What's up, girl?" Sun was still cooking the second pot of dumplings. This second pot of dumplings was their dinner for the three of them at night.

There were still some uncooked dumplings in the basket over there. They weren't being eaten tonight, they were being saved for Sun's family – her father and two sons – to try them fresh tomorrow.

"Mother, I want to change my shoes. Can you help me get them from my room?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"OK, I'll get it right away."

Mrs. Sun did not think further and turned to leave the kitchen.

Here, Yang Ruqing took out a handful of powder from her mouth and sprinkled it on the top of the earthenware bowl placed on the stove.

Dampen it slightly and spread it evenly in a circle.

The kitchen was dimly lit, with only a single oil lamp burning. Even with some powder residue undissolved, it was difficult to see clearly.

After doing all this, Sun returned with the shoes.

Yang Ruqing changed her shoes, greeted Mrs. Sun with a word, and left.

Just as Yang Ruqing stepped out the door, a figure slipped into the kitchen like a thief.

The person who came was none other than Liu Shi, who had just finished washing the dishes and cutlery.

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Mrs. Liu was just scrubbing pots and washing dishes in the kitchen when she smelled something delicious wafting over from this direction.

Liu's reaction was different, her nose twitched as she immediately caught the scent of dumplings. In an instant, her eyes lit up with greed.

No, she just arrived in the dark after I finished tidying up.

Seeing Yang Ruqing staying in the kitchen, he was a bit hesitant to approach. Fatty A was being stubborn and wouldn't give him, the fourth uncle, any face.

Thank goodness, Panya went out with her basket. She probably went to deliver dumplings to Guihua and Dayun's families!

Liu's heart was extremely unbalanced. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she hurried over and pushed open the kitchen door.

"Third Sister-in-law, it's already late at night and you're still cooking? What delicious dish are you making? I'm starving!"

Yang Ruqing walked on the road in the village, a secret smile on her face.

If she wasn't mistaken, as soon as she left, that gluttonous cat would come over to steal the fish.

Hee hee, go on, the bait is all set. Let that cat have a taste it won't forget!

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