She watched Lu Rong warily, afraid that the rake would fall on her head.
"If you don't have five hundred yuan, I'll burn your house down today." Lu Rong had somehow filled his pocket with matches and aimed them at the firewood in the Yang family's house.
Yang Huaiyuan immediately became anxious.
He hurriedly came out of the room.
"Second Aunt, stop!"
Lu Rong scoffed, "So there are still men alive in the Yang family."
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Yang Huaiyuan's face.
Lu Rong looked down on Yang Huaiyuan. The boy had no backbone and no opinions of his own. Whenever something happened, his mother, sister, and grandmother would always protect him. Even when his mother was about to be beaten to death, he didn't dare to leave his room.
He only dared to throw his own wife out.
If Wanyue marries someone like that, she'll be ruined.
Such a man is just as useless as Yang Lin.
No, Yang Lin is better than him.
Yang Lin at least knew how to protect his mother and sister-in-law.
He just doesn't like the Lu family.
Lu Rong was no longer sad; he had long since given up on Yang Lin.
"Give me the money."
Yang Huaiyuan pleaded, "Second Aunt, my family has no money. We were robbed a while ago, and we had to give them our money." If they had the money, they would have bought him a job long ago; they wouldn't have left it for Lu Rong.
Lu Rong struck a match, which lit instantly, and she casually tossed it onto the firewood.
The firewood was all dry, and consisted mainly of easily flammable materials like corn stalks and wheat straw. In an instant, the fire raged.
The old woman, lying on the ground, slowly opened her eyes. "Lu Rong, you will be punished by heaven."
Lu Rong said, "Don't worry, you old thief, I'll take you and your son with me before I die."
Old Mrs. Yang's vision went black.
"I'll give you money if you put out the fire." Old Mrs. Yang closed her eyes.
What terrible things did she do to deserve having a daughter-in-law like Lu Rong?
Lu Rong said, "Pay me the money first, or I'll set fire to your house next."
Old Mrs. Yang knew she dared to do it.
Lu Rong has gone mad.
Grandma Yang had no choice but to hob back to her room with her cane, and reluctantly took out a stack of bills: five cents, one dollar, and five and ten dollars. It looked like she had saved them up for quite a while.
"for you."
Grandma Yang didn't dare throw the money on the ground, in case Lu Rong, that damned man, made her crawl on the ground to pick it up.
She's over eighty years old, it's too embarrassing for her.
Lu Rong took the money; it was a handful of loose bills, about five hundred.
This is all the money the old woman has.
"Put out the fire."
Grandma Yang was getting anxious. She saw that the fire was about to reach her house, and she wished the fire would get bigger and burn down the Lu family's house. But the fire was strange; it burned fiercely, but only in the direction of their house.
They didn't even head towards the Lu family's house.
Qiao Wanyue extinguished the fire with a basin of water, and the raging flames instantly turned into small flames.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law left the Yang family with the money.
The Yang family gritted their teeth, but they had no way to express their bitterness.
The fire had already started, but not a single villager stepped forward.
Old Mrs. Yang was cursing and swearing.
"Qiao Shanshan, what are you doing lying on the ground? Hurry up and clean up all that burned stuff. We've really had bad luck marrying you!" Old Mrs. Yang was furious when she saw Qiao Shanshan lying dead on the ground.
She regrets it now.
If he had married Qiao Wanyue back then, he would have kept his job.
The dried vegetable business still belongs to their family. They take a cut from each household's dried vegetable sales, and the old lady can live a very comfortable life.
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