On the second day, just as dawn was breaking, Yang Wuzhu led fifty strong laborers and waited on the depression that Xiaoxiao and Yang Ming had purchased.
It wasn't long before the entire Yang Family arrived, not just Yang Ming's family—his eldest uncle's, third uncle's, and fourth uncle's families were all there, except for the children too young to work; everyone was present.
The men dug the earth while the women helped with cooking; the united front warmed Yang Wuzhu's heart.
What was going on? He had never seen such a scene before. Even when they had a minor fall-out over dividing the family assets, it wasn't like this, not even when they worked the fields together before the separation.
Hearing the laughter occasionally emerging from the newly built huts, could this also be Yang Ming's wife's doing? What exactly had she said to everyone that made them laugh out loud?
