"The little girl is so pretty, like a doll in a painting. Her clothes are beautiful too. City kids are just different, they're raised so well." Sister Juying looked at Roubao's princess dress with envy.

Her youngest daughter was about the same age as Roubao, but compared to Roubao, she was like a stewed eggplant—dark-skinned and thin, like a wild girl, not even qualified to be Roubao's maid.

However, Sister Juying did not think that her daughter was not pretty. If she had as much money as Tiedan, she would definitely dress her daughter up beautifully. She had seen the exact same dress that Roubao was wearing in the county town shopping mall before, which cost nearly two hundred yuan. She was so scared that she turned around and left. Could such an expensive dress be made of gold thread?

But what Juying's sister-in-law didn't know was that the one she liked was just a knock-off. Tangyuanyuan bought the genuine ones for her daughter, and the one on Roubao alone cost over a thousand yuan.

"Hurry home, it's very hot outside," Tie Dan's mother called out, holding Roubing's hand.

Tie Dan got into the car and followed slowly behind. Tang Yuanyuan didn't get in the car but accompanied Tie Dan's mother. The villagers followed along the way, curious about what treasures were loaded in the tightly covered pickup truck.

The three-story house stood out in the village, visible from afar. There were also two other new houses that were quite conspicuous; they belonged to Tie Dan's two older brothers and were built right next to their parents' house.

After parking the car, Tiedan and the driver unfurled a tarpaulin, revealing a dozen or so boxes and bags that stunned the villagers.

"Tiedan, did you buy all of these for Uncle Dazhu and Auntie?" Sister Juying asked deliberately.

The eldest and second sisters-in-law, as well as the eldest and second eldest sisters, all pricked up their ears and listened intently, their minds racing with their calculations. The old man loved to drink, so he must have bought a lot of good liquor. In the past, Tiedan would bring home fine liquors like Moutai and Wuliangye, carrying them back case by case. They secretly got a few bottles to sell in the city and made quite a bit of money.

There were also some tonics, all valuable items, which the elderly couple didn't eat and left to grow moldy in the house. They took them to sell, and although they weren't as valuable as wine, they still earned more than farming. This cart of gifts could fetch a lot of money.

"Those boxes are all for my family's meat buns, those two boxes are for my parents," Tiedan said honestly.

Tie Dan's mother felt a chill in her heart. There were only two boxes of gifts. There were so many boxes and bags in the car. How come only two boxes were for her and her husband?

Actually, she wouldn't have thought much of it, but after being praised by Sister Juying and the others for so long, she had a preconceived notion that the car was full of gifts for her. Now that there were only two boxes, she felt too disappointed and couldn't accept it for a while, so she naturally became dissatisfied.

She didn't blame her son, only her daughter-in-law, and was convinced that Tang Yuanyuan was deliberately making fun of her, so her expression turned rather unpleasant.

Sister Juying immediately perked up and asked with great interest, "How much stuff could a little baby like Roubao have? How many boxes could it fill? It's not your wife's stuff, is it?"

Tang Yuanyuan frowned slightly, clearly disliking Sister Juying, and was obviously trying to sow discord.

Ya Dan chimed in, "My house, which is used to store meat and clothes, is bigger than yours, Sister Juying's house. Clothes, shoes, hats, bags, toys, and hair accessories—a few boxes are nothing; even a big truck couldn't fit them all."

I hate that gossipy woman the most. She's always stirring up trouble, like a stinker. She's so annoying.

The villagers were astonished. Good heavens, a little girl raised so delicately, and she's not a boy. Tie Dan's wife really doesn't know how to manage a household; she'll squander the family fortune sooner or later.