The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2346: Stop Arguing (4)

"Li Yi isn’t around—he went to the county town and hasn’t come back yet." Feng Caie ignored her reluctance to part ways, "What are we going to do?" Li Jiaya had studied medicine under her father from childhood and knew how to make remedies for colds, but she lacked assurance in other treatments, and nobody had ever sought her examination before.

"Go look for Xinxin." Yang Baihe tossed her messy hair, "Hurry up, take the door panel and transport him there. Once he arrives, that girl won’t be able to turn him away."

Yang Baichuan dashed over quickly, pried off the door panel from the side room, and with help from multiple hands, hoisted Yang Peili onto it.

Yang Peili remained oblivious to his injury’s location, his face deathly pale as he lay unconscious, sweat dripping down in heavy beads.

"Ruhuai." Yang Baichuan summoned his youngest son, "Rush to your cousin’s home and inform them, request someone come to assist."

"Second Brother, have you gone mad? Warning them first might let Yang Ruxin prepare to reject us!" Yang Baihe rolled her eyes at Yang Baichuan, "Just head directly there, move fast, you two lift him."

"Think everyone’s as selfish as you?" Yang Baichuan shot a glare at his sister, "This is life-or-death—Xinxin won’t behave that way." He turned to his youngest son, "Go now."

Yang Ruohuai bolted off joyfully; he’d always longed to visit his aunt’s place, though he was never welcome before, but now with his father sick, he had a valid excuse to remain.

Feng Caie refused outright: "Why do I have to carry him? He’s your dad—why aren’t you pitching in?"

"You struck him." Yang Baihe glared sharply.

"Didn’t you strike him too?" Feng Caie glared right back, "Hear me, Yang Baihe—if you won’t carry him, neither will I. If he perishes, we’ll bury him as a pair."

"That’s enough, both of you." Yang Baichuan bellowed, "Bickering right now? Hoist him together, fast, or you’ll both be killers."

At last, the quarrel ended, and they grudgingly raised the door panel to haul it away.

Yang Peili, fainted moments before, jolted awake from agony as they shifted him. He stayed silent but aware, overhearing the entire spat. He sighed deep inside—reaping the bitter fruit of past spoiling with these ungrateful souls; alas, remorse arrived too late.

At the same time, inside the little building, Yang Ruxin gripped her embroidery needle, sewing a bib, compelled to follow the common wisdom that mothers must personally stitch their child’s intimate belongings.

The household ran an embroidery shop in the county town, adjacent to the old self-selection supermarket site, operated by Erni with Chun Gui serving as manager. The fabrics previously kept in the self-selection supermarket were transferred to the shop. Embroiderers mainly included relatives and the girls rescued from the Governor’s Office Pass. Additional girls joined in, receiving commissions for their pieces.

Take Chun Hua for example: with Yang Ruxin away, she crafted plenty of embroidery in her spare time, collecting seven or eight taels of silver in monthly commissions.

Luo Qiaoqiao stands as another case, too proud to take handouts without effort. Her embroidery prowess shines, producing dolls for the shop each month and earning over ten taels in commissions—sufficient to sustain her family in comfort.