"All right then, I'll stop talking." After a pause, she added, "When I get home and tell my brother and sister, they won't find me noisy at all."
Yang Chuxia thought to herself that those kids simply couldn't talk yet, and once they could, she'd like to see if they still didn't mind her chatter.
Shortly after, they arrived at Land Officer Yang's home. Land Officer Yang was not at home, having gone out to chat with the elders in the village. Conveniently, Yang Dayong was at home while Yang Qingkang was playing in the courtyard.
"Great-granduncle, little uncle."
Upon entering, Yangyang greeted everyone first.
"Uncle Dayong."
"Xiaxia and Yangyang are here, come inside and have a seat," said Yang Dayong, who was in the middle of his carpentry work, his head covered in sweat from just splitting wood.
"Sure, Uncle Dayong, I have something to discuss with you."
"Alright, then. Take a seat inside, and I'll go wash my face."
