"Yang Chunxue doesn't know about this? If she knew, the Yang family would definitely not be so peaceful."
Everyone present knew Yang Chunxue's temper and personality. It was simply a fantasy to say that she was willing to sacrifice her future for someone else's benefit.
"The Yang family's gate is always closed. I don't know what's going on inside."
Yang Anchen didn't know much about the Yang family's affairs. He roughly knew that Yang Dali was living a life of drunkenness and debauchery at the gambling table, but judging from the current peace and tranquility of the Yang family, it was probably someone deliberately concealing the truth.
Yang Chunxue is not a good person either. Evildoers will be punished by God. Now he has fallen into this state, who knows if it is not because of the many evil deeds he did in the past.
The heavy stone in his heart fell to the ground, and Yang Donghu felt unprecedentedly happy. He no longer had to worry about anyone causing trouble in the future, and his grandmother was there with him. He could just concentrate on living a good life at home.
After telling everything, Yang Anchen clearly felt that the atmosphere during the meal was much more relaxed. However, after Zhao Fangchu was scolded by Zhao Luochuan, he spoke much less and just pricked up his ears to listen to what others were saying.
After lunch, Zhao Luochuan fished out a plump and round summer melon from the well, cut it open and quenched everyone's thirst.
Zhu Cuilan and Zhao Fangyu hurried back home before sunset. They both knew that they would be back today, so they didn't cook dinner so early in the evening, thinking that they would have ready-made food when they came back.
Zhao Fangyu was pulled aside by Zhu Cuilan and asked a lot of questions. Zhao Luochuan did not elaborate on what happened at the Yang family that day. He did not know it very clearly, so he could only pick out some good things to tell Zhu Cuilan not to worry too much.
When they came back, it was a crowded time. Mrs. Lin wanted to find out what was going on. The fields at home had just been tidied up, and she had been feeling depressed for a long time.
She didn't join in the fun of the Yang family, so she went back and forth between the two villages asking around, and she actually managed to figure out some things.
However, people's words are scary. When a word reaches the ears of three people, the meaning it conveys can be completely different.
Yang Donghu sprained his ankle and was carried back from the Yang family by Zhao Luochuan. Somehow, it was spread that he had met with misfortune in the Yang family and had his leg broken.
Mrs. Lin believed everything she heard. She asked several people but no one knew what was going on with Yang Donghu. Seeing that he stayed at home all day without leaving the house, she found the rumors even more credible.
As soon as Zhu Cuilan arrived at the village entrance, she had sharper eyes than anyone else and kept waving to Zhu Cuilan to come over.
After a busy summer, Mrs. Lin's face was tanned. Zhu Cuilan was about to joke with her when she heard Aunt Lin speak first.
"Auntie, why did you come back just now? Your Donghu has a broken leg. Why don't you go back and take a look?"
Zhu Cuilan paused, a little confused by the shock of these words: "What's broken? Who? Whose leg is broken?"
"Your Donghu was brought back from the Yang family a few days ago. Why didn't Fang Yu tell you?"
Zhu Cuilan felt a black screen before her eyes, and then she let out a loud cry that startled everyone. Zhao Fangyu was so frightened that he waved his hands: "No, no, it's not broken. Donghu is fine, he just twisted his ankle."
It was also his fault for only picking out the good things. Zhu Cuilan was already worried, and now after hearing what Sister Lin said, she didn't believe him at all. She reached out and twisted his arm hard, shouting, "You little bastard, why didn't you tell me about such a big thing just now?"
Zhao Fangyu was so frustrated that he bared his teeth and said, "No, that's not true."
After saying that, he turned to look at Sister Lin helplessly: "Sister-in-law, where did you hear all this? Why do you always listen to other people's unfounded things?"
Mrs. Lin firmly believed what she had heard, and even after being refuted by others, she refused to change her mind. She raised her hands in front of her chest, half an arm's width apart, and said, "Everyone says that. I even went to Dayang Village to ask, and everyone saw it. The leg was swollen so badly."
Zhao Fangyu's face turned black after hearing this, and he looked at Aunt Lin without saying a word.
Aunt Lin thought he didn't believe her, so she pulled the person next to her to testify: "It's true, right? It's this high."
Those sitting nearby had not seen it with their own eyes, and had only heard it from hearsay. Mrs. Lin knew the most, so they naturally believed her and helped her to agree.
Zhao Fangyu wanted to cry but had no tears, fearing that if he stayed any longer, he would say something, so he quickly pulled the person away. If they didn't return home soon, Zhu Cuilan would be frightened and sick.
"Go, go, go! Go back and take a look. Donghu's leg is fine. Dachuan didn't go out because he was afraid he would sprain his ankle and it would be inconvenient. How could it be broken? What kind of nonsense is this?"
Frightened by this, Zhu Cuilan walked faster. When she reached the door, she saw Yang Donghu and the old lady sitting under the peach tree in the yard, looking through embroidery patterns, talking and laughing.
Zhu Cuilan shouted: "Donghu."
Hearing this, Yang Donghu looked towards the door in confusion. If it weren't for the familiar voice, he would have thought that someone was here to seek revenge.
Zhu Cuilan strode over, and before she could say hello to Old Lady Yang, she rubbed Yang Donghu's legs back and forth twice.
When someone touched his legs, Yang Donghu felt itchy and could not help but dodge twice: "Auntie, what are you doing?"
Zhu Cuilan looked at his face and saw nothing unusual, so she felt relieved. She patted her chest and said thankfully, "Phew, it's good that it's not broken, it's good that it's not broken."
"Um?"
Zhao Fangyu, with a pained face, recounted to everyone what Aunt Lin had just said. Yang Donghu couldn't help laughing, and lifted her clothes at her ankle to show Zhu Cuilan: "It's nothing, Auntie. Look, I just sprained my ankle."
Zhao Luochuan would apply medicated wine to his ankles and massage them every night. They were no longer as red and swollen as they were that day, and they didn't look scary anymore, just a few bruises.
Even so, Zhu Cuilan couldn't help but say a few words, just nagging him for not being careful.
Yang Donghu had been nagged so many times, but like Zhao Fangchu, he didn't take it to heart. He listened to Zhu Cuilan with a smile and then forgot about it.
Zhu Cuilan had heard from Zhao Fangyu that the old lady had severed her relationship with the Yang family and was taken in, so she was not surprised to see the old lady.
The old lady was a good person, and Zhu Cuilan had known this since she was young. Yang Donghu had been worried about the old lady's poor life some time ago, but now that his wish had come true, Zhu Cuilan was happy for him and talked to the old lady affectionately.
Last year, when she entrusted Yang Donghu to the Zhao family, the old lady was very grateful for Zhu Cuilan's kindness. Now, seeing how well Yang Donghu was being taken care of by the Zhao family, she naturally couldn't say a word of dissatisfaction. She smiled and said, "I am so old, and I still have to bother you. I feel really sorry."
"Well, what's the big deal? We're all family, how can you say such outrageous things? I'm so happy that you can come and live with me. If you hadn't helped me back then, our Dachuan wouldn't have been able to marry such a good husband."
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