Qian Manxia had no choice but to go in and say with a smile, "Brother-in-law, I'll take five jin of cooking oil."
Yang Youfu laughed as he sold the oil and took the money. Qian Xiaoyu packed the oil into a carry-basket and got it onto her back, just about to leave when they heard a woman's voice from behind the shop.
"Second brother, you should take better care of your wife. She's made our mother sick with anger. It's just a lousy silver hairpin..." As the voice continued, the door curtain was lifted, and a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old came out.
Qian Manxia had previously been to buy oil with Lady Wu and knew that the girl was Yang Youfu's younger sister, Yang Youzhi.
Yang Youzhi was rather fair and slender and considered quite a catch in town. However, her slightly upturned triangular eyes and constantly moving thin lips revealed a shrewish nature. She was obviously not easy to get along with, and her entire attire was all too familiar.
