The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2362: 2362: Punishment (6)

Capítulo 2362: Chapter 2362: Punishment (6)

With a half-smile, Yang Ruxin stared at him.

Under that piercing look, Zhou Xiao squirmed with discomfort, guilt surging through him intensely. Yet he stood his ground stubbornly, determined not to yield. No way would he let his future wife face punishment.

“Big sister, don’t blame Dabao.” Sanni tried to step up. “It was all my idea—you know Dabao just follows my lead.” But Zhou Xiao yanked her straight into his arms, holding her fast.

Thanks to hearty meals at the Yang Family and daily training over the last two years, Zhou Xiao had grown rapidly. Now he stood half a head taller than Sanni, his strength far surpassing hers. When he tightened his grip, she couldn't break free at all.

Yang Ruxin rolled her eyes. “Men and women should keep proper distance. Why are you two tugging at each other right in front of me?”

Zhou Xiao released her without delay.

Sanni wriggled forward. “Big sister, I know eavesdropping is wrong, but we were just too curious. Punish me if you have to.”

“Punish me!”

“Enough—you’re both getting punished.” Yang Ruxin waved dismissively. “Horse stance for one hour.”

“Okay.” Sanni and Zhou Xiao grinned right away. Horse stance for an hour was no challenge for them, just like half an hour would be a breeze, so they spun around to head out.

“Come back.”

They whipped around swiftly.

“So, what exactly did you overhear?” Yang Ruxin chuckled abruptly.

“I figured you were curious too, big sister.” Sanni laughed heartily and dashed over.

“Spill it.” Yang Ruxin nodded. Truth was, she was dying to know.

“Dabao, step out first.” Sanni shot Dabao a look and shooed him off. “This isn’t for your ears.”

Yang Ruxin’s mouth twitched. “Hasn’t he already heard it?”

“He was just keeping watch.” Sanni flicked her hand.

Helplessly, Zhou Xiao had no choice but to exit.

“Big sister, the Ma Family is truly vile.” Sanni pouted. “They stripped Wang Baozhu’s clothes and locked her in a room.”

Yang Ruxin’s brows furrowed. Illegal confinement, no doubt—but given Wang Baozhu’s shameless behavior, shutting her away didn’t seem so terrible.

“I caught Tian Jinhua and Ma Laifu talking inside too. They said since Wang Baozhu couldn’t control herself, why not just go with it. They planned to drag her to town…” Sanni threw up her hands. “Then someone showed up, and I couldn’t hear the rest.”

Yang Ruxin knit her brows in silence, then swatted Sanni’s backside. “Now go hold your horse stance.”

Time flew by, and suddenly it was the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month—known as Little Year. Villagers started butchering their Year Pigs, filling the air with squeals everywhere.

Folks plugged their ears during the kills, but each slaughter brought waves of joy. It signaled lavish meat feasts for New Year’s—a sign of true prosperity.

In this flurry of activity, the days whisked past.

Before long, the twenty-eighth of the twelfth lunar month arrived—the tomb-sweeping day.

Local tradition called for grave visits on the twenty-eighth and twenty-ninth before New Year, summoning ancestors home for reunion. Yang Anshi had no ties to the first household, but as Yang Baiyue fathered its children, a visit was essential.

Yet rules barred unmarried women and pregnant ones from joining, so Yang Baixiang took Dong Wenxiu, Erni, Gu Yao, and Xiaofeng to the graves.

Du Chengxiu and his wife went along too, leaving Yang Ruxin free of any worries.

Still, a shadow of regret hung over them all, for Gu Qingheng remained away at war; he would have joined the tomb-sweeping otherwise.