Xun Hui was anxious, but she didn't dare to go against her eldest daughter's words, so she could only agonize at home, trying her best to take care of Sini and Xiaofeng. Honestly, these past few days, she had started to fear her eldest daughter a bit; this fear wasn't like fearing her mother-in-law. She was afraid of her daughter's look of disappointment, which was like a knife cutting into her, even more unbearable than her mother-in-law's rattan whip.
Old man Yang and his wife also had no other choice in the end, and could only give up.
However, the people of the Yang Family found Yang Ruxin even more unpleasant to look at.
Days just slid by like this.
It's true about the recent favorable weather; once all the crops in the fields were planted, there was the sound of thunder, followed by a rain that was neither too heavy nor too light. The villagers were all delighted, as it saved them the effort of water irrigation.