The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2353: Cleaning House (Part 3)

Yang Rusong fixed a stern gaze upon Yang Baichuan.

Under that piercing stare, Yang Baichuan shifted uncomfortably yet nodded with firm resolve: "Dad doesn’t lie, otherwise may he meet a bad end." Truth be told, he had resisted earlier; dark thoughts of slaying Yang Ruxin, wedding Dong Wenxiu, and peddling the young ones had crossed his mind, but they remained mere fantasies—he couldn’t even approach them.

Afterward, witnessing his mother’s paralysis contrasted with the fifth child’s recovery, Yang Baichuan grasped the enormous chasm separating him from the elder branch.

Right now, he stood crippled, on the brink of losing wife and kids; what grudge could linger in his heart?

"Dad, if you genuinely reform and display your sincerity to eldest cousin, your wound could heal."

"Really?" Yang Baichuan and Feng Caie snapped their heads up in astonishment together.

"I can’t say for sure." Yang Rusong wore a grave, earnest face, "But eldest cousin is famed as a Divine Doctor—as long as breath lingers, she pulls lives from the brink. Word is, Beijing folks haul silver to consult her, yet most can’t even glimpse her. So, I believe it’s feasible." Silently, he offered apologies to Yang Ruxin, convinced this alone could awaken his parents to their faults and spark a fresh start.

"If that’s the case, I’d kneel before her every day..."

"If you kneel before her every day, you’ll never get your illness treated." Yang Rusong let out a cold snort.

"Then... what should we do?"

"From now on, clean up the house, and then manage the fields properly. I have enough income each month, so eating won’t be a problem, and I’ll have Ruhuai follow me to school..." Yang Rusong rose to his feet, "If we seriously go about our lives, eldest cousin will naturally see it."

"It’s that simple?" Feng Caie creased her brow.

"You think it’s difficult?" Yang Rusong scowled, "As long as we are self-reliant, no one will look down on us. At that point, eldest cousin will naturally accept us."

Yang Baichuan and Feng Caie traded glances. Could this truly succeed? Still, with their son’s assurance, they resolved to attempt it.

Yet for these two long-time slackers, abruptly embracing a diligent life proved no small feat.

Yang Rusong urged them to begin by scouring the house, with the new year drawing near.

Before, Feng Caie handled scant chores—mostly cooking—and even those she botched lazily. True cleaning? She’d never attempted it properly.

This time, the cleanup unveiled the house’s shocking filth.

Two straight days saw them rising at dawn, laboring without pause until dusk, when they tumbled into bed, too exhausted for quarrels.

Quitting tempted them, but their eldest son’s words echoed, steeling them to endure.

After two days cooped inside, Yang Baihe finally ventured out—her secret snack hoard depleted, hunger forcing her hand.

Yang Rusong had decreed: if Yang Baihe craved food, she must toil; no labor meant no meals.

Yang Baihe had whined in protest, to no avail. With no home allies, no cash, and no other dining options, she grudgingly chopped wood and swept the yard.

Yang Ruxin learned of the old house happenings yet merely smiled and dismissed it. That said, she now held Yang Rusong in even higher regard for his clarity of mind. A talent like his seemed squandered on teaching alone; she yearned for him to resume his official path if circumstances allowed.