That day, Yang Ruxin wrote two long letters, carefully detailing the two pieces of news, and then called over Xiaohei and his wife, entrusting them to deliver the letters for the safest option.
Once the letters were sent off, Yang Ruxin didn't dwell on them. After all, New Year's was a time for eating, drinking, and celebrating—a joyful, carefree period.
The village was bustling with an air of celebration everywhere.
Even the Wang Family had shaken off their past gloom and started buying meat and wine; they even planned to purchase two acres of land. It was said that ever since Wang Wen got married, he'd become more ambitious, working part-time in Lin County and earning two taels of silver a month.
Lin Yue'e, who had kept her head down for such a long time, finally began to puff herself up with pride again. "So what if Yang Ruxin doesn't use anyone from my family? We don't care! Without her, we can still make money and buy meat."
