TFWYH – Chapter 87 Buying a Cow

As for using Tang Wan’s surname as their shop sign, both mother and daughter felt there was absolutely nothing wrong with it!

After all, everything they knew was taught by Tang Wan, so why shouldn’t they use her surname?

Jiang shi said, “Alright, I understand!”

Truth be told, this girl really was afraid of the eldest.

She had always been afraid of him since childhood!

Well, the eldest wasn’t exactly…

Forget it!

“I’ll go buy it right away!” Jiang shi happily walked off with the paper in hand.

Meanwhile, the sisters-in-law once again headed to the livestock market!

This time, they still went to find their cousin.

The cousin’s surname was Yang, third in his family, commonly called Yang San.

When Yang San saw them coming, he thought the horse Treading Snow must have died, and the sisters-in-law were here to cause trouble. He immediately spoke first:
“Third Miss, I warned you back then when you bought that horse. I clearly said it was sick. Now if you want to ask me for a refund, that won’t do!”

Tang Wan said coldly, “Treading Snow is fine.”

Daydreaming all the time—over my dead body will Treading Snow die!

“Who’s Treading Snow?” Yang San hadn’t heard the name before and was confused.

In the end, Ling Yue smiled and explained:
“Third Brother, Treading Snow is the name of that sick horse. My sister-in-law knows medicine. She treated Treading Snow and fed it medicine. Now it’s fine—eating more than ten to twenty jin of radish leaves a day, strong as ever!”

Yang San was dumbfounded, staring at Tang Wan in disbelief.
“Third Miss, you know how to treat livestock? How come I’ve never heard of this before?”

Tang Wan frowned. “You knew me before?”

That didn’t sound right. In the original host’s memory, there was no such person!

But thinking carefully, she recalled that when this man heard her claim to be Tang Hongba’s daughter, he suddenly started calling her Third Miss.

At first, Tang Wan thought Yang San just knew Tang Hongba and didn’t think much of it. But now, it seemed he knew more than just Tang Hongba.

Yang San scratched the back of his head, his tanned face slightly red.
“Third Miss doesn’t know me, but I know you. I lived on the next street over from your house. I was weak as a child and rarely went out, so I often peeked through the crack in our door when you passed by. I didn’t recognize you the first time you came, but when I heard you say you were the butcher Tang’s daughter, I remembered.”

What Yang San didn’t say was that, back then, because he was frail, he admired and liked the sturdy Tang Wan. He would often secretly watch her pass by, followed by a trail of little kids.

His mother even used to joke that Tang Wan looked strong and healthy, clearly good for bearing children, and said when they grew up, she’d marry Tang Wan to him.

The key was—he took it seriously…

Tang Wan nodded. “I see.”

She was smart, but that didn’t mean she had high emotional intelligence—she didn’t notice Yang San’s feelings for her at all.

Ling Yue, however, was sharp. Seeing Yang San blushing, she thought to herself, damn! and quickly changed the subject:
“Third Brother, here’s the thing—we want to buy beef, a large amount. Do you have any?”

At that, Yang San frowned, then asked: “How much can you take?”

Ling Yue replied, “How much do you have?”

Yang San looked around, making sure no one was paying attention, then lowered his voice:
“One whole cow, about eight to nine hundred jin. Can you take that much? If yes, I can give you a better price.”

Ling Yue glanced at Tang Wan, saw her nod, and then asked:
“How much cheaper?”

Yang San raised his fingers to show a number. “Twelve wen per jin.”

Ling Yue did a quick calculation—in total, just a little over ten taels of silver.

“Deal! Where is it?”

“Follow me!”

Leaving someone to watch his stall, Yang San personally led the sisters-in-law out of the livestock market, winding left and right until they reached a narrow alley.