Yang Huazhong said, “You know what? This isn't just an ordinary swallow's nest. It's built on a sheer cliff face, with a thousand-meter abyss below!”

Sun and Xiao'an's faces turned pale!

Yang Huazhong wore a gloomy expression and continued, "Many years ago, there was a hunter in the neighboring village. His wife had heavy bleeding after giving birth and they said she needed bird's nest to save her life."

"He went to the cliff below Mount Zuoniu's left horn peak to pick... and he never came home again!"

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"Bang!"

Mrs. Sun's knees went weak and she collapsed to the ground.

"Mother, Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Ruqing and Dayan quickly helped Mrs. Sun up.

Sun Shi grasped Yang Ruqing's shoulder and looked her over from head to toe.

"Qing'er ah, you these hands, the face..."

The woman's tears flowed incessantly.

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Yang Ruoqing quickly said, "Mother, don't be afraid. These are just scratches from branches on the road. I didn't fall off the cliff. It was Tang Ya Zi who went down to get it!"

"Tang YaZi?"

Mr. Sun and Yang Huazhong were once again astonished!

"Sis, tonight I want to sleep with you, okay?"

When Yang Ruqing came out to pour the water from washing her feet, she saw Xiao An standing at her door, looking up at her with an expectant expression.

Yang Ruqing was surprised and smiled, asking: "Of course it's okay, but you have to tell Sister that why do you want to sleep with your sister?"

Little An blinked his big eyes, "I want to hear sister tell me about collecting swallows' nests!"

"Oh? Is that so? Then come in!"

She touched Xiaonan's head and, with him, turned to go back into the house. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dainan not far away.

He stood there quietly, his hands behind his back.

Seeing Yang Ruqing leading Xia An back to the house, Da An's eyes showed envy.

"Dayan, you come too! The three of us sleep together. Sister will tell you about today's mountain trip!"

Yang Ruqing beckoned to Dayan in the morning.

Da An's eyes lit up, and she hurried over here.

Only then did Yang Ruqing see clearly that he was hiding a pillow behind him!

This kid!

She chuckled softly to herself, beckoning her two younger brothers back into the house and shutting the door firmly.

Yang Huazhong is in this house.

A man, wearing an outer garment, leaned against the headboard and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Mrs. Sun sat by the bed, focusing under a large oil lamp as she meticulously threaded needles onto her shoes.

Sun shi sighed as she sewed shoes: “...Just thinking about it makes me scared. My hands are still shaking from when I was holding the needle. If I had known they were going to collect bird's nests at the bottom of the cliff, I would have stopped them no matter what!”

Yang Huazhong nodded, glanced at his own legs, and let out a long sigh.

“If I can truly stand up this time, Tang Yazhi, you will be my Yang Huazhong’s benefactor for life!” the man said in a deep voice.

Sun shi nodded and said, "That child, he's not related to us at all."

“He got to this point, sure he fancies our daughter Qing’er, but it's also clear that the child is truly a good one!”

Yang Huazhong agreed with Sun's view.

He then continued, “If our Qing’er also fancies him, then this marriage is settled!”

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"It's really hard to tell what our daughter is thinking!" Mrs. Sun frowned and said softly.

"How come you say that?" Yang Huazhong asked in surprise, "Isn't she very close with Tang Ya Zi?" Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "Our daughter is not like other girls."

"She's as boisterous as a boy, you know. It wouldn't surprise me if she treated Tang Ya'zi as her brother!" Mrs. Sun said.

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Yang Huazhong was silent for a moment.

Half a ring later, the Han man's voice sounded again.

“Although marriage is traditionally arranged by parents and matchmakers, we shouldn't be those foolish parents who disregard our daughter's feelings.”

“I, Yang Huazhong, will not sacrifice my daughter’s whole life for repayment of a favor.”

“I will adopt Tang Ya Zi as my own son, and from now on I will treat him like my son, spoiling him and providing him with a wife and a house!”

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"Zichuan, your mother warmed up dinner for you. You should at least eat a few bites."

Lady Liu, carrying the steaming food she had reheated no less than three times, walked into Mu Zi Chuan's room.

At the desk, Mu Zichuan was writing furiously.

"Zichuan, you haven't eaten all day! Eat a few bites, or you won't have the energy to stay up late and write!"

Muzi川 put the food on the table and persuaded again.

Mu Zichuan said without raising his head, "Mother, you take it. I really don't have an appetite."

"Oh!"

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Mrs. Liu sighed and placed the meal on the table, then turned and left the room.

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The widow Liu brought her spinning wheel to the doorway, unwinding thread while occasionally glancing at her son's house across the way.

The cable car creaked and swayed, emitting an old, clunky 'creak-and-groan', interspersed with Liu's widow's sighs, one after another, sounding intermittently in the silent night...

There's no greater understanding of one's child than that of their mother.

Mrs. Liu knew her son was hiding something in his heart, and that something was Panya.

This is like challenging oneself, isn't it? To not have dinner at all.

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Son, this is all because of your mother. We shouldn't have gone to Old Yang's house to break off the engagement in the first place.

My son, he's still filial, though... I can tell he's upset, but he wouldn't dare say it to me.

So, it's like writing with an empty stomach, oh, my head hurts!

Liu the widow spun for a while, estimating that it was late at night, past midnight.

She got up and came back to Mu Zichuan's room. Mu Zichuan was still there, burying his head in writing.

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She came in, he didn't even raise his head.

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"Zi Chuan, it's late at night, the ground is cold. Why don't you write tomorrow morning instead?"

“Mother, I'm not tired. You should go back to your room and rest first!”

“Oh!”

Liu the widow sighed and walked out of the house.

Mu Zi Chuan lifted his head, looking at his mother's thin figure under the light. He frowned slightly.

Mother, my son is unfilial and has caused you worry.

But, his son was also at the mercy of circumstances right now. The moment he stopped writing, he felt agitated.

Mother, please bear with me!

He buried his head, once again allowing himself to be immersed in the mountains of books and seas of questions...

Liu, the widow, opened the door and walked towards the outhouse in the backyard under the moonlight.

She had a habit of taking the toilet back to her room every night before bed so that it would be convenient for her when she got up in the middle of the night.

By the way, I'll also take care of things in the outhouse.

Tonight, she pushed open the fence gate of the outhouse as usual. Under the moonlight, there was a person squatting on the toilet seat.

The widow Liu was startled and almost let out a cry when the figure moved.

He rushed over and covered Liu Widow's mouth, whispering urgently, "Sister-in-law Mu, don't panic! It's Yang Huaming. I'm just here to use your outhouse for a moment! Don't scream, and I'll let go!"

Liu, the widow, blinked. Yang Huaming let go of her hand this time.

Mrs. Liu was still shaken, she looked at the man before her, it truly was Yang Laosi from Old Yang's family in the east of the village.

"Lao Si Yang, your Yang family has a outhouse, why did you come all the way to my house to use it?"

Liu the widow glared at Yang Huaming and asked in a bad mood.

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