Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

If she could earn that money, she could wear new clothes and wouldn't have to toil in the fields under the scorching sun for food.

When she got home, she told Zhu about her thoughts. In the past, when Fang Yu and her two daughters were still alive, Zhu could at least say a few words to them, but now… the man's leg is broken again…

They've already sold the land, and they simply don't have the money to buy it back anytime soon. This winter will be tough, and Fang Ling is worried that her father will target her next. She has to start thinking about her future.

After listening, Zhu hesitated a bit: "Ling'er, is this really okay? We've never sold anything before."

Fang Ling took Zhu's hand in hers; the hard work of the past few days had left obvious scars on her fingertips.

“Mother, do you want to do these endless chores every day? Now my father is like this again, lying in bed all day long and throwing tantrums. I don’t want to be used to exchange for money.”

Ever since Fang Youcai broke his leg, he has been beating and scolding Zhu Shi, making her life increasingly difficult.

Zhang felt sorry for her son and didn't want to do anything herself, so all the housework now fell on Zhu and her daughter.

Fang Ping was the only heir in the family, so Zhang Shi naturally treasured him dearly.

Fang Wande said nothing, but he was always looking worried.

“Mom, let’s try it once. It won’t cost much. I have some savings that can barely cover it once. Who knows, we might be able to live a better life in the future.”

After much deliberation, for the sake of a better life, Zhu gritted her teeth and decided to take a gamble. She took out her private savings, which were wrapped up in layers of cloth, and stuffed half of it into Fang Ling's hands: "Take this first, and if you need more, just tell your mother."

Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. With this money, a good life was just around the corner.

……

The basic structure of the courtyard was basically completed in one day. With many hands make light work. After the wages were settled, the workers all left, except for the craftsman who wanted to discuss the next steps with Fang Yu.

Li sat at the doorway, still holding new fabric in her hand, making something. Watching the back of the craftsman talking earnestly to him, and then looking at Fang Xin counting money beside her, she thought of her deceased husband.

Looking up at the sunset overhead, I said in my heart, "Youfu, can you see this from heaven? Our daughters have all grown up."

As usual, Fang Yu would go to collect taro in the evening.

The next day, Fang Yu and Fang Xin were supposed to go to the city to set up a stall, but the craftsmen had many detailed questions to ask.

Fang Xin slung the packed basket over her shoulder: "Sister, I can go by myself. I can manage on my own now."

Fang Yu wasn't worried: "Okay, then be careful on your way. I'll pick you up later."

Fang Xin was only thinking about making money and didn't know that someone had been following her since she entered the city.

From the moment she set up her stall until she packed it up, someone was watching her from a distance. She noticed this when she went to buy things she needed for the next day.

Perhaps because she had been followed twice before, she had become more sensitive.

She gripped the basket tightly and ran forward quickly. When she reached a corner, a sack was put over her head. Before she could react, she was lifted up and carried.

"Let me go! Who are you people?"

She was trapped in a sack, and even in her panic, she managed to ask a question.

The person carrying her had been walking briskly, but stopped after she finished speaking, and at the same time heard a very unfriendly voice.

"Get out of here, you stinking beggar!"

A beggar? Fang Xin immediately thought of the beggar from before, remembering that he was seriously injured. Without thinking twice, she struggled and shouted, "Is it you? Go away, don't worry about me."

Fang Xin could sense that the person carrying her was very powerful, and the injured beggar might not be a match for him. It would be a loss if the beggar lost his life trying to save her.

The beggar was still clutching his chest, his eyes, though obscured by his dirty hair, were filled with coldness. He said in a chilling voice, "Let her go."

"You dare block my path to wealth? You're asking for death!"

The man put Fang Xin aside, rubbed his fists, and walked over, warning as he went: "I'll give you one more chance. If you don't want to die, get out of here."

The beggar straightened his back and walked over as well, his voice also carrying a warning: "I told you to let her go."

"If you're so eager to die, Grandpa will grant your wish."

The man charged forward, fists raised.

After a muffled thud, there was no more movement. Fang Xin, who was tied up in the sack, panicked, thinking that he might have been punched to death.

She struggled and shouted, "Hey, are you alright?"

She was met with a series of muffled thuds, followed by a painful scream.

Fang Xin couldn't tell whose voice it was. She struggled and pulled at the bag, breaking her nails and cutting her fingertips, but she didn't feel any pain.

The rope above her head was untied, and suddenly she saw the sunlight. The beggar, panting heavily, helped her out of the sack and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, how about you?" Fang Yu reached out and patted him from side to side, the blood beads that oozed from his fingertips mingling with the dust on his clothes.

The beggar grasped her wrist, his tone cold but concerned: "You're hurt!"

Fang Xin only noticed the blood on her fingertip and felt a little pain. She pulled her hand away and said, "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury."

The beggar released his grip, got up, and walked away. Only then did Fang Xin see the person lying on the ground, rolling around in pain. This was clearly the person who had grabbed her earlier, but she hadn't expected to be subdued by the beggar.

The beggar casually picked up some firewood from the ground and walked over. The man on the ground, seeing this, immediately rolled over and cried out, "You...what do you want to do?!"

"She's injured," the beggar gritted his teeth and spat out the words.

The beggar, wielding his stick, began to beat the person on the ground without regard for their own life, repeatedly asking, "Why are you arresting her?"

They were all yelling and hiding on the ground, unwilling to confess honestly.

The beggar's breathing was a little erratic, but the force with which he struck the man was considerable. He pressed again, "Why did you grab her?"

"Stop...stop hitting me! I'll talk, I'll talk!" The man clutched his head and cried out in anguish, "My master thinks her barbecue is good and just wants to buy her barbecue recipe."

When Fang Xin heard that he wanted her barbecue recipe, she wasn't initially angry, but her anger flared up instantly. She got up, ran over, and kicked the man, saying, "My recipe isn't something you can just take as you please!"

She was angry, but she couldn't actually kill anyone, so she kicked him again: "Get out of here. If I see you again, I'll beat you to a pulp."

Fang Xin was worried that the beggar might not let her leave. The beggar turned slightly to the side and didn't say anything, but the chill emanating from him made the person on the ground tumble and crawl away.

"puff!"

After the man left, the beggar suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned deathly pale, and he leaned back against the wall, slowly sitting down.