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Zhang Wuliang sat on a stool beside the table in the main room, taking a deep puff from his pipe and exhaling rings of smoke. In the swirling haze, he gently said, "It's not quite like that."
Liu Qingxi looked at him anxiously, blaming herself for being too busy before, focused on solving the problem of basic needs and not understanding the rules of this era well enough.
"Don't be in such a hurry. I know you don't have much silver. This matter can't be resolved right now, but in Village, the Wang family won't dare to disregard the rules of Village. You can rest assured about that."
Liu Qingxi's heart rose and fell with Zhang Wuliang's words, swinging between despair and hope. The huge contrast made her earlier panic dissipate instantly.
Her tense body gradually relaxed. "That's good to hear. So, Village Chief, does that mean we can handle it once we have money?"
Zhang Wuliang replied with some difficulty, "Girl, it's not that you can't break away. You must understand that if your household registration only has the two of you, there won't be anyone to help when issues arise in the future."
His thinking reflected that of most Ancient People; unless absolutely necessary, no one wanted to sever ties with their family.
But who was Liu Qingxi? She was a modern soul who valued decisiveness and efficiency, considering all potential negative outcomes for the future.
She understood the principle that if something must be cut off, it should be done decisively; otherwise, it would lead to chaos. Thus, she gave Zhang Wuliang a firm response:
"Village Chief, as for those people from the Liu Family, they are already driving us out of our home. In the future, if something happens, they won't even bother to help us; so why would I expect any assistance? Therefore, I must handle my own household registration!"
"Alright then. You're a girl with your own ideas; I won't persuade you otherwise. Just wait until you have money. However, by then you'll probably need the Liu Family's consent again to retrieve your household registration!"
"Okay, Village Chief. I'll head back now and revisit this matter later!"
Although somewhat disappointed, Liu Qingxi wasn't particularly upset. She realized she lacked the ability to completely sever ties with the Liu Family at this moment; thus, earning money first was her priority.
As night deepened and a breeze blew in, bringing the coolness of early autumn, the sounds of chickens crowing and dogs barking echoed around them. The stars twinkled brightly in the sky while the high moon illuminated their path home.
Under the same moonlight, a bright beam of light spilled out from a courtyard not far from Ten Li Pu, accompanied by the clear sound of reading.
"Young Master, it's getting late. Your health has improved a bit; you should rest!"
"Anan, you don't need to worry about me. I'll take a break after finishing this section!" The boy's face was somewhat pale, but his eyes were bright and spirited.
"Young Master—"
Yang Yichen interrupted Anan, "Alright, that's enough. I'm feeling much better now; I'm comfortable, so don't worry!"
He turned his gaze back to the book, his expression focused. Anan tried a few more times to persuade him but ultimately said nothing and gently closed the door as she left.
A long sigh escaped her lips, filled with disappointment, sadness, and a sense of rebellion against fate, along with confusion about the future.
After all, Yang Yichen was just a thirteen-year-old boy who had grown up alone due to health issues and had no friends; it was already remarkable that he hadn’t developed any psychological problems.
His gaze gradually shifted away from the book as he stared blankly into the distance, self-deprecatingly smiling, "How can someone as dark as me compare to that sunny girl?"
That warm smile and bright eyes kept flashing before him, filling him with a sweet sensation that spread through his heart and dispelled the corners of darkness.
Yang Yichen didn’t realize that he too had moments of infatuation.
It seemed that aside from seeking revenge for his mother and himself and grasping the lifeline of the Yang Family, he had found a different motivation to strive for.
Perhaps this year he must achieve good results; it was coming soon.
Until late at night, the light gradually dimmed. Yang Yichen stood up and returned to his bedroom to rest. Despite his frail body, he no longer appeared as weak as he had earlier.
Early in the morning of the twenty-first, Zhang Wuliang was preparing to go out when an unusual guest arrived.
The visitor was a boy around thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in white. Aside from his slightly pale complexion, he looked like a refined young gentleman, completely out of place among the rugged land and dilapidated thatched houses.
Zhang Wuliang took a closer look and thought to himself, whose son is this? He looks like a celestial being.
However, the boy stopped in front of him and said, "Village Chief, do you have a moment?"
"Ah???" Zhang Wuliang stared blankly at the ethereal figure before him. The clear voice sounded like a gentle stream, resonating deep within his heart. "You... are you looking for me?"
"Yes, Village Chief, I need to talk to you about something!" the boy smiled.
"Oh! Oh! Please come in!" Zhang Wuliang's hands were stiff and unsure of where to place them; his home was simply too shabby. "Please, it's humble here; I truly..."
"It's quite nice, Village Chief! I'm Yang Yichen!" the boy introduced himself.
"Yes, yes, I know, Young Master Yang. What can I do for you?"
Zhang Wuliang had seen Yang Yichen from a distance a few times before but had never interacted closely with him. After all, as the village chief, he couldn't be unaware of someone from the town living in the village.
This Young Master Yang was not someone they could afford to offend; the villagers had always treated him with great respect since the Yang Family was one of the most prominent families in town.
"Village Chief, it's mainly about Qingxi. I hope you can take good care of her. We are friends, and I heard about her family's situation yesterday. I hope that if the Liu Family causes any trouble in the future, you can help out!"
"Hey, Young Master Yang, don't worry. Qingxi is a good child and also a pitiful one. I will help, so rest assured. Is there anything else you need?"
"I dare not, Village Chief. Just call me Yang Yichen. I live in the Village and often trouble you," Yang Yichen humbly replied.
Despite the power of the Yang Family, he didn't need to be so polite to the villagers.
"Alright!" Zhang Wuliang repeatedly agreed. It was already a great honor for Yang Yichen to come personally to ask for his help.
"Village Chief, there's no need to be so polite. This is a token of my gratitude. Thank you for your trouble!"
Zhang Wuliang hurriedly declined, "Young Master Yang, I can't accept this!"
"Village Chief, please accept this small token of my appreciation!" It was a pouch containing Two Taels of Silver.
Zhang Wuliang didn't need to look; he could tell the value of its contents just by feeling its weight.
Although he was tempted—this amount of money could take him several years to earn—his heart was conflicted; one voice urged him to accept it while another insisted he should refuse.
As his internal struggle continued, Yang Yichen insisted on giving it to him, and in the end, Zhang Wuliang accepted it.
Stepping out from the Zhang Family's residence, the bright sunlight was quite blinding. In the distance, a girl with braided hair was walking towards him.
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