The Rural Lucky Daughter Is a Little Sweet

Chapter 3: Selling The Son to Save The Daughter

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

From the original owner’s memories, Ye Qingyu knew that they did not have money at home. Apart from some coarse chaff, there was no other food in the vat.

Moreover, other than her, when her grandfather had an accident at the tofu shop, his body was also seriously injured because he had been caned. He was bedridden and needed to take medicine all year round.

At this time, it was very expensive to see a doctor and get medicine. Otherwise, the Ye family, which was originally a rich family in the village, would not be so poor now.

“…We didn’t sell it! That’s the last field in the family. We can’t sell it no matter what. We borrowed money from someone else. D-don’t worry about it. Drink the medicine first. The most important thing is to recuperate.”

When Madam Ye heard her daughter’s question, she felt a wave of sadness and joy.

She was happy that her daughter was finally starting to care about the situation at home again and was no longer stuck in her own pain.

However, when she thought about how her eldest son had signed a three-year contract with Landlord Li’s family in town to treat her daughter’s illness, Madam Ye felt a wave of sadness from the bottom of her heart.

Madam Ye hid the sadness in her eyes and squeezed out a gentle smile. She brought the medicine to her daughter’s mouth and got her to drink it.

One look at her mother’s expression and Ye Qingyu knew that there was something wrong with the money. However, even if she asked again, her mother would not tell her the truth. She could only suppress it for the time being.

Besides, she could only do other things once her fever subsided and her body recovers.

Therefore, she raised her head and drank the medicine in one gulp, not wasting any.

How bitter!

After drinking the medicine, Ye Qingyu put the medicine bowl aside and looked at the darkening sky outside the window. She asked with concern,

“Mother, is my grandma at home? How’s my grandpa’s health? Father and Second Uncle haven’t returned from the fields yet? And where’s my second aunt, my brothers, and the little ones?”

Ever since Ye Qingyu woke up, she only saw her mother and did not hear anything else in the house.

It was so quiet that she panicked. She was afraid that something had happened to the others in the family after the original owner jumped into the river.

After Ye Qingyu received the original owner’s memories and saw what the original owner had done for the past three years, she was furious with her. On one hand, she was angry that she had humiliated her family’s love and did not know how to cherish it. On the other hand, she was very envious and jealous that she could have such a good family.

Even though the original owner had become closed-off and gloomy after being disfigured, she did not help share the family’s burdens and caused trouble. However, the family did not give up on her or despise her.

Therefore, Ye Qingyu cherished her family now. Even if she couldn’t do anything for them immediately, she wanted to know if they were doing fine.

“Your grandmother brought your second brother to the mountains to dig for wild vegetables. Your grandfather is fine and is lying in the central room. Your father and your second uncle are also busy in the fields. Your second aunt brought the kids back to her maiden home to borrow food. They might only be back tomorrow.”

Madam Ye sat back down and avoided talking about her eldest son. She talked about everyone in the family.

“Where’s my first younger brother? Mother, did something happen to him? Why didn’t you say anything about him?” Ye Qingyu was a meticulous person and immediately asked.

“Your… Your first younger brother went to study from a carpenter in town and won’t be able to come back for the time being. This is a good thing. He’s provided with food and accommodation there and can even learn skills. He’ll start getting paid in a month. Besides, that family is very good to your eldest brother.”

Madam Ye lowered her head and did not dare to look into her daughter’s bright eyes. She used the excuse she had discussed with her family.

If her daughter knew that her first younger brother sold himself as a slave for her, perhaps she would take things too hard again. Madam Ye’s heart ached for her son. However, she did not want her daughter to commit suicide again.