"It's been two days since you swept. There are cobwebs all over this place, and here too, it's covered in sunflower seed shells... The table is covered in dust, and the yard hasn't been swept at all..."

The old lady couldn't stand anything about them; her eyes were practically blazing with anger. She found fault with everything, and both Ye Qingqing and Ye Hua were verbally abused mercilessly, except for Ye Tong, who remained unaffected.

"Go sweep the yard, and make sure it's clean!"

The old lady assigned Ye Qingqing chores, which was quite considerate of her, as she gave her the easiest tasks. Ye Hua wasn't so lucky; she had to wipe tables, mop floors, and wash clothes, keeping her busy all day.

Ye Hua dared not resist, inwardly lamenting her misfortune, and began to doubt Shen Yanhong's words even more.

My mother said that the old hag was about to leave and that she would never get better. But now, the old hag is full of energy and more spirited than before. She's also as strong as ever when she hits people.

Ye Hua felt as bitter as gall; before the good days had even arrived, disaster struck in an even more severe way.

He might as well go work at the shoe factory with his older sister!

Seeing how swiftly and decisively the old lady pulled out the bamboo stick, Ye Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. If the old lady could hit someone, it meant she was alright, and Shen Yanhong's conspiracy had completely failed!

But this feud isn't over yet!

Ye Qingqing glanced at the kitchen, a thought suddenly occurring to her. Half a pot of porridge probably wouldn't be enough to convict Shen Yanhong. That cunning widow was sure to deny everything, so she needed to find more evidence.

After hurriedly sweeping the table, Ye Qingqing ran to the kitchen, trying to find out what kind of medicine Shen Yanhong had given the old lady, but she couldn't find it after searching around.

Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes, took a few pieces of pork ribs from the cupboard, and lured Pipi over. She waved the ribs in front of Pipi, whose sharp beak kept wagging, looking incredibly hungry.

“Tell me where the slut’s medicine is hidden, and these ribs are yours.”

Ye Qingqing moved the ribs closer, and Pipi's mouth was practically watering. Damn it, Pipi will never be subdued by power, wealth, or poverty.

But there are two things it has absolutely no resistance to—

The Food Scheme and the Bird Scheme.

Faced with delicious food and beautiful birds, Grandpa Pi's claws went limp and his brain went blank.

"Give me a few more pieces, and I'll tell you!" Pipi bargained.

Ye Qingqing generously took out the remaining half plate of ribs, saying, "They're all yours!"

Pipi's eyes sparkled. After wolfing down his food, he called out to the kitchen, "Go find some in the vegetable pile yourself!"

It can only go this far.

Ye Qingqing blinked. She hadn't actually looked in the pile of vegetables. At first glance, it was all vegetables, and she didn't think there was anything wrong. But Pipi was so sure, which meant that she must not have looked carefully.

She went back to the kitchen, where a lot of vegetables were piled up under the cupboard: pumpkins, potatoes, winter melons, zucchini, tomatoes, and some leafy greens, all crammed together into a small mountain.

Ye Qingqing picked everything out one by one. She didn't find any problems the first time, nor the second time, but finally found it on the third time.

Among the green vegetables, there was one that looked a little different. Its leaves were green and thick with serrated edges. At first glance, it looked somewhat like lettuce leaves, but larger. Moreover, the root of this vegetable was a tuber, flat, round, and long. It looked very fresh, as if you had just dug it up and cut off more than half of it.

The more Ye Qingqing looked at the vegetable in her hand, the more familiar it seemed. Finally, she remembered: wasn't this a wild vegetable that loved to grow by the ditches?

It grows exceptionally well, with particularly large, vibrant green leaves. But strangely, rural people don't cut these grasses to feed pigs, and old ladies don't pick them to feed chickens.

Ye Qingqing patted her head, feeling quite annoyed. Her basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine was too weak; she didn't recognize many of the herbs. She needed to find some time to go to the bookstore and buy some medical books.