The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

32: Chapter 32: Trouble Caused by the Egg_1 32: Chapter 32: Trouble Caused by the Egg_1 “Get lost, this has nothing to do with you,” Yang Anshi suddenly felt like a mute who has eaten Coptis chinensis, her humiliation turning into anger as she roared, “Are you also trying to hit your mother?”

“Mother!” Yang Baixiang stamped his foot, “How can you be so…

unreasonable?”

“You no-good bastard.” Yang Anshi was even more enraged, raising her arm to hit him.

Earlier, she had been rendered immobile by Yang Ruxin pressing on her pressure point, but now that she was released, her strength returned, and in an instant, one side of Yang Baixiang’s face turned red.

“Grandma, don’t hit Uncle Xiaowu, hit me instead,” Yang Ruxin boldly stepped forward two paces.

“Dani,” Yang Baixiang was touched for a moment.

“Uncle, it’s okay,” Yang Ruxin shook her head, “You better go back, otherwise, Grandma will get even angrier.”

But who was Yang Anshi?

She was not just anyone.

Suddenly, she sat down on the ground dramatically, started wailing while hitting her thigh: “Oh my heavens, what sins have I committed?

My granddaughter hides in the room eating eggs and still wants to beat this old lady…

My son was raised in vain, defending the widow sister-in-law but willing to lay hands on his own mother…

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn’t have given birth to that debt-collecting son.

Even if I had, I should have let him suffocate in a urine pot…” Her sobs and wails rose and fell in pitch and volume, fluctuating as if she were singing opera.

Yang Ruxin couldn’t help but want to give applause.

If this old lady were in modern times, she could definitely become the backbone of a debt-collection company.

With her complete repertoire of toughness, softness, and tantrums, probably no one could withstand it and would have to obediently comply.

Yang Baixiang was instantly choked by his mother’s performance and turned red in the face, but he really dared not say anything more, as it concerned his sister-in-law’s reputation.

Yang Anshi continued wailing and cursing, each word nastier than the last.

“Mother, what nonsense are you talking about?” Yang Baixiang was not eloquent and could only stomp his foot and turn back into his room.

“Woman, what are you babbling about?” The old Master Yang growled from the doorway, “Are you trying to disgrace the entire Yang Family?”

Yang Anshi immediately fell silent.

“Mother,” at that moment, the door to the side room opened, and Xun Hui came out with a pale face, carrying a bamboo basket in her hand, “Earlier, when Dani fell into the ditch and lost consciousness, Aunt Qingshu brought some eggs to see the child…

The eggs are here…”

Following her were Sini and Xiaofeng, rubbing their eyes, obviously awakened by Yang Anshi’s loud voice.

Yang Ruxin was just about to intervene, but the old lady who had been sitting on the ground suddenly sprang up, grabbed the basket away, and started counting the eggs.

“Eight?

Why aren’t there ten?” Yang Anshi suddenly looked up, “Bring out the ones you’re hiding.”

“Mother, that’s all there are.” Xun Hui looked distressed, “There aren’t any more.” She had been woken up by her mother-in-law’s cursing and had hurriedly brought out the eggs.

“Enough.” The old Master Yang looked at Yang Anshi, who was still trying to make a fuss, and hastily shouted sternly, “Can’t you let people have some peace?”

Yang Anshi snorted and, carrying the basket, turned toward the main house.

Yang Ruxin watched the old Master Yang at the doorway, her lips curling into a cold smile.

These two, husband and wife, one putting on the good cop and the other the bad cop, were indeed a well-matched pair.

Yang Anshi hadn’t been in the main house long before the basket was thrown out the door with a swoosh.

It was hard to say whether it was intentional or not, but it was aimed straight at Yang Ruxin’s face.

“Dani…” Xun Hui exclaimed in alarm, ready to rush over, but she was too far away and could only watch helplessly as her daughter got hit.