In the end, Yang Ming decided not to ask his younger brother for help and managed to tidy up the small courtyard before dark after much exhausting effort.
The next morning, bright and early, they borrowed an ox cart and the whole family bustled about, moving everything to the newly rented yard.
The villagers saw this and began discussing among themselves.
"The Yang Family is moving?"
"Where are they moving to?"
"Looks like the Yang Family has really made some money!"
"I haven't heard about them buying or building a house!"
"..."
"..."
Xiaoxiao had grown accustomed to the villagers' gossip about her every move; rather than ignoring them this time, she approached the crowd.
"Everyone, there's no need for speculation. Yuelai Restaurant has rented a place here to ask us to help make pickled Chinese cabbage, so if anyone has some to sell, bring it to our newly rented yard in the afternoon. We'll buy as much as you have!"
