The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 3 - 3 3 Yang Family_1
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When it came to education, the Yang Family truly surpassed all other villagers.
Old Man Yang was utterly determined to nurture a scholar.
Every one of his sons received schooling, yet sadly, only the eldest, Yang Baiyue, succeeded on his first attempt at the scholar exam, turning into the family's prime hope for success.
Even though it required two attempts for him to earn the Scholar title, that secured him official support from the state.
Regrettably, his life proved far too brief.
Losing all prospects from their son, they shifted focus to grooming the grandsons.
Though the second son, Yang Baichuan, lacked scholarly aptitude, his own eldest boy, Yang Rusong, emulated his uncle and had already attained scholar status.
Come this September, he would take the academy exams together with Guan Qingshu.
Success there would crown him a Scholar at just fourteen years old— a full year younger than Guan Qingshu and even more precocious than his uncle at that milestone.
Even after Yang Baiyue's passing, should Yang Rusong also claim the Scholar rank, the Yang Family would boast two such achievements, a tremendous source of glory.
If an imperial advanced scholar arose later on, their ancestral grave would practically smoke with good fortune, elevating the clan's status dramatically.
Lacking an advanced scholar for now, Old Master Yang still strode through the village with head held high, earning respectful nods from all who crossed his path.
Right then, upon hearing her precious eldest grandson could suffer harm, Yang Anshi's rage intensified fiercely.
Her swings of the rattan stick turned even fiercer: “Let you cry again…
harbinger of doom…
ill-fated star…
keeping you two will just ruin the food…
raising a dog would at least help guard and protect the house, but you only know how to talk back and anger me…
I’ll beat you to death today, let you cry your heart out…” The crackling strikes echoed louder, yet the stifled sobs fell silent, and the children's wails vanished entirely…
Yang Ruxin could no longer stay lying down.
Her hot-blooded nature refused to tolerate bullying, particularly when it targeted her own family now—her very own flesh and blood.
How could she possibly permit that?
Yet the body, starved of nutrition for years, remained dreadfully weakened.
Upon rising to sit, darkness abruptly clouded her sight.
She squeezed her eyes tight and paused briefly to steady herself before vision cleared.
“Big sister, you finally woke up.” The scrawny little bun by the bed clutched Yang Ruxin’s hand in desperation, tears streaming as he said, “Mother…
they…
Granny is angry…” His mother had forbidden him from going out, ordering him to watch over big sister closely, though he knew mother and sisters faced beatings.
Yang Ruxin gazed at the dark-faced little bun before her.
He was her brother in this life, the male half of the four-year-old twins who looked barely two, his frail neck barely holding up a disproportionately large head, skinnier than an African refugee, prompting a deep frown from her.
Sensing his big sister's stare, Yang Rufeng recoiled instinctively: “Big sister…”
Yang Ruxin sighed inwardly.
Memories offered one perspective, but witnessing such family up close delivered a sharper jolt.
A single glance at this child revealed the dire straits of the rest.
This household's suffering went beyond mere tragedy.
Oh heavens, what dreadful situation had fate thrust upon her?
Yet with her arrival, she resolved to make the most of it.
The uproar outside showed no signs of fading, the beating sounds ringing out more sharply.
Yang Ruxin slid off the kang and patted her little brother's head softly: “Stay put inside the house…” Then she pivoted and headed out.