"You...! You... you really haven't been taught proper manners by your parents! Your aunt was just trying to teach you a lesson because you don't know any manners. Look at you, don't you know any manners? You even cause so much trouble when you're just visiting!"
Uncle Fu poured all his anger and dissatisfaction into this sentence, almost roaring it out.
Yang Wanwan's eyes darkened.
"Uncle, are you saying that what happened to your family just now was all caused by us? And that it has nothing to do with the rest of you?"
"Of course! You bunch of ill-mannered kids, if you didn't cause this, who did?"
"Since that's the case, we won't get in your way anymore. Er Ye, Shang Tao, remember this: from now on, you don't have an uncle. Let's go home!"
Yang Wanwan, holding Er Ye and Shang Tao's hands, walked out with her head held high.
Uncle Fu was furious; this little girl was really taking advantage of him!
"Look, look, what a spoiled brat whose parents died young and who has no manners..."
As soon as Uncle Fu finished speaking, he heard a "crashing" sound. Looking in the direction of the sound, he felt his blood run cold and his hair stand on end.
A sack of longans stood upright on the ground, then suddenly began to tilt, and the longans tumbled out one by one, rolling all over the ground.
It's like someone is slowly pushing that bag!
An unseen hand is slowly pushing the sack!
ghost!
Not only Uncle Fu, but all the guests in the house were stunned.
Yes, there are ghosts!
Aunt Fu dropped the shovel with a clatter to the ground, her eyes fixed on the sack and the endless stream of longans rolling out.
The guests came out in twos and threes, all staring at the burlap sack.
The entire shop was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
At this moment, everyone remembered a rumor.
Rumor has it that Yang Jinqiang and his wife are particularly fond of their three children.
Yang Dali and his sister-in-law lied at Yang Wanwan's house, so Yang Jinqiang and his wife pushed Cao Xinchun and Maodouhua, their sister-in-law, down.
Now, Uncle Fu and his wife are not kind to Yang Wanwan and her brother, so...
Although no one spoke, everyone had the same thought: Yang Jinqiang and his wife couldn't stand it anymore, so they pushed over this sack of longans to warn Uncle Fu and the others!
Only the soft sound of the longan rolling out reminded them—
It's haunted!
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Uncle Fu's house was haunted!
The ghosts of Yang Jinqiang and his wife are causing trouble!
Outside.
The three siblings rented a motorcycle and arrived home quickly.
Back home, Shang Tao sat down on a stool and started babbling on and on about how his aunts treated them.
It's all a soft knife, nothing more than being very cold to them. When they arrive, they're indifferent, just doing whatever they want, treating the siblings like they don't exist.
They never offered food when it was mealtime; they ate their own food as if they didn't even see their nephew was still at home, making the siblings seem like beggars.
Only if you bring gifts during the Chinese New Year will they invite you to stay for a meal and say a few polite words.
Yang Wanwan said, "When my parents were alive, they were fine. But now that they're gone, they're afraid that we siblings will become a burden to them, so they're trying to keep us away. It wouldn't be good if they got too close to us and asked us for money or help."
Er Ye said sullenly, "We haven't asked to borrow a single penny, so why are they avoiding us like the plague?"
The somber voice carried a hint of sadness and pain.
Yang Wanwan said, "We should be able to see the coldness and warmth of human relationships ourselves. We don't need other people's charity or pity, nor do we need others to make decisions for us. Er Ye and Shang Tao, remember this: we are the masters of our own lives."
Er Ye and Shang Tao nodded.
Yang Wanwan actually seemed somewhat relaxed.
She originally thought that although Fu Jiyun was not a daughter of the Fu family, she was still raised by the Fu family, so there was a debt of gratitude between them.
It's only right that she does her part to show her love and care for her mother.
However, it seems now that they don't need her feelings at all.
That's fine too.
From now on, she has one less thing to worry about.
Grade 9.
This was the day the Yang family was hosting guests.
The married daughters of the Yang family will come back to pay their respects during the New Year.
These people include: Aunt Yang, Aunt Yang, Yang Dali's daughter Yang Yilin, and Yang Youneng's eldest daughter Yang Yimei.
In previous years, when Yang Xiaogu came back, she would eat at Yang Grandpa's or Yang Dali's brother's house. This year, Yang Wanwan will definitely not let her aunt go to their house, but will come to her own house instead.
This was the first time Yang Wanwan had hosted her aunt's family, and she wanted to make it a lavish affair.
There were many things to prepare, so the three siblings discussed the menu and divided the tasks.
Yang Wanwan went to the field to pick garland chrysanthemum, spinach, and rapeseed shoots; she planned to set up a small hot pot on the table tomorrow.
The soil in Qingshan Town is moist at this time of year, and there are still many kinds of vegetables to eat even in the dead of winter, but the weather is still very cold. If you don't keep warm, you might even get sores on your hands and feet.
Setting up a hot pot restaurant is not only lively, but it also extends the time it takes to eat a meal. At this time, eating hot pot at home is still a rare thing.
Yang Wanwan squatted in the vegetable garden, selecting and pulling out the fresh and robust vegetables. Then, she carried a basket to the village well, which was close to her own vegetable garden, so she simply washed the vegetables before going back.
Spinach and garland chrysanthemum are bright green, red rapeseed shoots are fresh and vibrant, and scallions and garlic sprouts are distinctly green and white; a simple rinse in water is all it takes to clean them.
There were some women washing vegetables and clothes by the well. Yang Wanwan greeted them, and they asked curiously, "Wanwan, why did you pick so many vegetables? Can your family of siblings finish all of them?"
There was indeed a lot; the basket was completely full, weighing at least ten kilograms.
Yang Wanwan smiled and said, "Then eat slowly."
Someone praised Yang Wanwan: "The vegetables you grow are so tender, they look delicious!"
Yang Wanwan smiled and said, "There are plenty of vegetables in my garden. Auntie, sister-in-law, if any of you want to eat some, please pick some."
"Alright then."
Several people readily agreed and even praised the siblings for their competence.
See? No one stays on one side forever.
Yang Dali had previously spread rumors in the village, but as time went on and Yang Dali was detained by the police station, many people's views on Yang Wanwan and her brother changed.
Ultimately, rural people are still quite simple and honest. Although they had some opinions about Yang Wanwan and her brother's behavior, these things were none of their business, so they still greeted each other and talked when they met.
However, Yang Wanwan didn't have any feelings for them.
People are naturally inclined to seek advantage and avoid harm. It's already a good thing if they can talk to you for a few minutes. It's impossible for them to fully accept you or even help you when you encounter difficulties.
Such is the fickleness of human relationships.
Over the next twenty years, Yang Wanwan saw things very clearly.
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