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They were terrified of poverty, and now that they had a chance to make money, they certainly wouldn't let it pass.

Yang Mengchen was amused by such bold and confident words, but her face showed no hint of it.

The village head and Lizheng's faces turned crimson with shame; if there had been a crack in the ground, both would have certainly crawled into it. To ask for help with such an attitude was simply disgraceful.

Yang Chengyu's eyes blazed with anger, itching to charge forward and beat those who dared to bully his mother and maternal family.

The Liu family members were furious, each clenching their fists tightly.

Yang Chengrong stood protectively next to his sister, thinking that they should advise Jiujiu not to buy any more fruit tree saplings since these people were just too much.

Yang Mengchen softly tugged on Old Master Liu's sleeve, signaling him not to speak. After all, the Liu family lived in Stone Village, and some things were inconvenient to say.

Gazing at those few people, Yang Mengchen said with a half-smile, a serious tone, "Since my second aunt married into the Yang family, she became a member of the Yang family. Even my maternal grandfather has no right to meddle in the Yang family's affairs! Furthermore, why should my disagreement with you working in the factory involve my second aunt?

Besides, she has never taken from you nor depended on you, so why should she look after you?"

"It's just some stinking money, what's with the attitude, you little brat..."

Madam Liu Gong's words were cut off as Mo Mei kicked her out, sending her crashing into a large tree outside, where she then fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, and let out a piercing scream as the tree thunderously split in two.

Gazing at the pale-faced Madam Liu Gong, Mo Mei's cold eyes filled with intense killing intent, "If you dare show Ms. Yang the slightest disrespect, I'll kill you!"

Those who had egged Madam Liu Gong on were so frightened that their faces went white, and they couldn't stop trembling.

The others were stunned, looking at Mo Mei with mix of shock and fear.

Yang Chengrong and his siblings, along with the Liu family members, glared furiously at Madam Liu Gong. To speak foul words against Jiujiu (Jiujiu) was akin to seeking death!

"Jiujiu..." The village head and Lizheng looked at Yang Mengchen with nervousness.

Yang Mengchen smiled, "Grandpa Dong and Grandpa Han, don't worry. I won't cancel the previous decision just because of these few people. However, I never want to see them again!"

"Jiujiu, rest assured, we know what to do," the village head and Lizheng said with a sigh of relief.

"Very well," Yang Mengchen then turned to the Liu family and spoke kindly, "Grandpa and Grandma, aunts, cousins, we should head back. We'll leave the rest to you."

"Be careful on your way," the Liu family members said with a mix of guilt and reluctance as they saw the three siblings out of the yard.

The crowd made way for the four to drive away in their carriage, and after apologizing to the Liu family, prepared to leave. The village head and Lizheng stopped the people.

Handing the whip to Yang Chengyu, Yang Chengrong, sitting outside the carriage, said, "Jiujiu..."

"I know what Big Brother wants to say," Yang Mengchen said kindly. "There's an old saying that different types of people are raised by different environments. Our village is the most united and harmonious, yet there are still people like the Lan family and Zhang family. Besides, most of the people in Stone Village are good.

It would not hurt to make life a bit easier for the people of Stone Village, out of respect for the Liu family's grandfather."

"I understand," Yang Chengrong concluded and felt it made sense.

Yang Mengchen handed a bottle of antiseptic medicine to Mo Mei. Although she could have dealt with the situation herself, she was grateful that Mo Mei had stepped in to defend her, whether it was out of duty or genuine concern.

"Thank you, Ms. Yang!" Mo Mei said, placing the bottle of medicine into her chest, a rare, faint smile spreading across her usually cold face. She had heard from Mo Yun that Ms. Yang's homemade antiseptic medicine was a rare treasure, almost unattainable for ordinary people. Yet, she had unexpectedly received a whole bottle from Ms. Yang, which naturally delighted her.

Yang Mengchen waved her hand nonchalantly, about to close her eyes and rest, when the carriage suddenly stopped. Yang Chengyu's voice came from outside, "Jiujiu, there's someone in the grass ahead."

"Ms. Yang, please stay in the carriage. I will check," Mo Mei said before stepping out of the carriage and returning shortly, "Ms. Yang, this old man has been poisoned and is seriously injured. His situation is very critical."

Yang Mengchen lifted the carriage curtain and stepped down, following Mo Mei and Yang Chengrong to the edge of the grass, where an unkempt, shabbily dressed old man lay on his back, his face and lips black and purple, and his body covered in wounds.

Feeling their approach, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, which, free from fear, were like a swirling stormy sky, deep and bottomless, as a fierce, bloodthirsty aura burst forth instantly.

Yang Chengrong swiftly positioned himself in front of his sister, while Mo Mei gripped her sword at her side, staring at the old man with high alert.

Pulling Yang Chengrong away, Yang Mengchen looked down at the old man and spoke calmly, "You've been poisoned. If you don't want to die, let me have a look. Otherwise, we'll be on our way."

After a long stare, the old man suddenly smiled. Despite his ragged state, he exuded an air of arrogance, "All right."

Yang Mengchen placed her hand on the old man's wrist to take his pulse, and then handed him a Pill.

The old man did not hesitate to take and swallow it.

Pulling out a Black Needle, Yang Mengchen quickly and accurately inserted it into several of the old man's vital acupoints, while her right hand quietly channeled Inner Strength slowly into his body.

Feeling the profound and enduring Inner Strength of Yang Mengchen, the old man showed a hint of astonishment, then started to circulate his own Inner Strength in tandem with hers. About a quarter of an hour later, a sweet metallicity surged up his throat, and he violently spit out a large mouthful of black blood, the oppressive feeling in his chest instantly lifted.

Withdrawing her Inner Strength and removing the Black Needle, Yang Mengchen handed a bottle of antiseptic medicine to the old man, then turned around and left without a word.

Giving the old man a deep, inscrutable look, Mo Mei followed Yang Mengchen and Yang Chengrong.

"Young lady, wait a moment," called the old man to Yang Mengchen.

Yang Mengchen stopped, looked back, and said, "If the elder wishes to express gratitude, then direct silver will suffice."

The old man was taken aback by the candid response, then burst into hearty laughter, but quickly adopted a shameless demeanor, "Well... I was destined to die, but now that you've saved me, you must provide me with food and shelter." He finished speaking, and with a light breeze, he was already sitting inside the carriage, waving to Yang Mengchen, "Hurry, young lady, I'm hungry."

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