The old Yang Family house had finally quieted down, but a sour, stinky odor permeated every corner of the yard and rooms, deterring the onlookers from getting too close.
Yang Peili and his wife had suffered a lighter poisoning and were treated by Li Yi, so they were already awake. However, being of an advanced age, this ordeal had taken its toll on their vitality, leaving them without an ounce of strength, confined to lying on the heated brick bed.
Yang Anshi wanted to curse someone but lacked the energy. She could only clasp a small broom used for sweeping the bed and kept hitting the bedstead with it, startling up dust whenever it struck the bed mat. She wanted to go to the outhouse, but she was too weak to get up or even shout for help.