Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Once, Zhao Qiaolan’s husband took away half a jar of newly brewed rice wine from Baiyin before it was even opened, under the pretext of “rewarding his writing”, without even a word of thanks.

What's even more outrageous is that when Zhao Qiaolan saw the Baiyin family's freshly cured bacon hanging under the eaves, she secretly cut off two pieces while no one was around.

When he was discovered, he said confidently: "We are all relatives, why would I care if I eat a few pieces of your meat?"

Baiyin was so angry that he stamped his feet, but he couldn't show it out of consideration for their relationship. He could only hold back his anger and watch this family eat and drink for free under his nose.

Baiyin sighed and said:

"I really don't like Zhao Qiaolan. How could there be such a person?

But after all, he is my biological child, and I can’t just sit there and do nothing.”

Bai Wanwan also sighed and said, "Could this be a misunderstanding? I really don't like Zhao Qiaolan either."

"By the way, come back for dinner tomorrow. We haven't eaten together for a long time. I'll send you to the princess's mansion and then go back.

"There are actually quite a few advantages to being in the Princess's Mansion. There are quite a few great scholars in the school there. You should study hard here." Bai Yin said slowly.

Bai Yin has been very busy recently. After all, he has to take care of all the big and small matters in the Censorate. He is often away for several days and has no time to teach Bai Wanwan to read and write.

Keeping Bai Wanwan in the princess's mansion turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The old teachers hired to teach in the mansion were enough to make people jealous.

Each of these great scholars has a prominent background.

The leader, Master Zhang, was the previous editor of the Hanlin Academy. He had lectured to the emperor and was full of knowledge about governing a country and maintaining peace. Even those difficult historical books became clear after his lectures.

There was also a Master Li, who used to be a doctor in the Imperial College, specializing in teaching the princes to read. He was an excellent writer, and many scholars rushed to copy his model essays.

Mr. Wang traveled around the country in his early years and was well aware of the local customs and anecdotes. When he taught, he told stories one after another, and even the most naughty children were fascinated by them.

The eldest princess put a lot of effort into inviting these people.

Some of them visited in person and brought generous gifts three times, while others asked important officials in the court to intercede for them.

It was also because these teachers taught well that the children in the princess's mansion made rapid academic progress. Even the princes and princesses in the palace were envious and always wanted to come and take their classes.

Bai Wanwan returned home, and early the next morning she went straight to see Mrs. Bai and Master Bai because she missed Mrs. Bai.

Seeing Madam Bai, she rushed over and said, "Grandma..."

Mrs. Bai hugged Bai Wanwan into her arms, her eyes reddened: "My little ancestor, you are finally back safely!"

She rubbed the child's face affectionately, her voice full of tenderness.

At this moment, a sinister voice rang out from the side: "Oh, you really treat the one you picked up as a treasure? I don't know where you got this wild girl from, how can she be called Bai?"

Following the sound, I saw Zhao Qiaolan's mother-in-law pouting, with a mean look in her triangular eyes.

She shook the handkerchief in her hand, her face full of disdain: "You don't even love your own daughter, but you insist on raising an outsider. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you tell others about it?"

Mrs. Bai's face darkened instantly, and Bai Wanwan in her arms could feel her body suddenly tense up.

"Mother-in-law, be careful with your words!" Her voice was as cold as ice:

"Wanwan was adopted into the Bai family as a proper granddaughter, having paid respects to the ancestors and having her name written into the family tree.

My daughter Qiao Niang is recognized by the entire Bai family, and I will not tolerate your slander like this!"

Zhao Qiaolan, who was standing aside, lowered her head, her nails digging into her palms tightly, but she didn't dare show any expression on her face. She just lowered her head and pretended to be docile, for fear that others would see the jealousy surging in her eyes.

The mother-in-law sneered, "Zhao Qiaolan, did you hear that? I don't treat you as a real daughter."

Madam Bai said calmly:

"Then what is a real daughter?

"Not only did they bring their in-laws over to eat and drink for free, but they also mocked and ridiculed me. If they weren't their own daughter, who could stand this?"

The mother-in-law shouted:

"Oh! What's so hard for you to bear? All the money was given to Bai Qiaoniang.

These are the only soups and broths left in our house. Do you really think we don’t know? "

The scholar also sighed and said, "Mother, please stop talking. Since my father-in-law and mother-in-law don't like Xiao Xu, then we might as well just leave."

Master Bai glanced at his son-in-law coldly and said coldly: "If you have the guts, take your people and leave!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Qiaolan stamped her feet anxiously and pulled her parents' sleeves to persuade them:

"Dad, Mom, don't talk about him like that! My husband copies books until midnight every day, and his back aches from exhaustion. Using his brain is more strenuous than working in the fields.

It's not easy to pass the exam and become a scholar! If I become rich in the future, wouldn't it be nice for you to enjoy the good life with me?

Besides, when you are old, it is better to have a son-in-law to take care of you than an outsider, right? Just for my sake, can you help us?"

The scholar smiled bitterly and shook his head, interrupting her:

"Qiaolan, don't waste your breath. We can't compare with Bai Qiaoniang. She has someone backing her up.

You were thrown out to suffer since you were little, and even if you open your heart and soul to me now, in the eyes of the elders... "

He didn't finish his words, but just sighed heavily.

A gorgeously decorated carriage was parked at the gate of the courtyard, pulled by eight tall and sleek horses.

The body of the car is carved with exquisite patterns and hung with beautiful satin curtains. It is obvious that it is not something that ordinary families can afford.

After the carriage stopped, the door opened and Bai Qiaoniang walked down holding the maid's hand.

She was surrounded by several neatly dressed maids, some holding gift boxes, some carrying food boxes, making for a very grand occasion.

Bai Qiaoniang walked quickly to her parents and said with a smile, "Dad and Mom, I'm here to see you!"

As she spoke, she asked people to lay out the things they had brought one by one:

“I made these new clothes especially for you.

There are also dim sum and roast goose, Dad’s favorites, and I also bought some good wine.”

Mrs. Bai was both happy and distressed: "Just come, and bring so many things!"

Master Bai also laughed from ear to ear: "What a waste! Come on, let's go inside and talk!"

The family walked into the house in a lively manner. The yard was filled with gifts, which looked particularly festive.

Zhao Qiaolan stared at the pile of silks and food boxes on the ground, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Bai Qiaoniang walked over gracefully in her gold-embroidered shoes, with her eight-treasure gold hairpin swaying gently at her temples. The broken diamonds pierced her eyes in the sunlight, making it difficult for her to open them.

The emerald ring as big as a pigeon egg was worn on her slender fingertips, and it complemented the gold thread of her gilded skirt, giving off an air of wealth.

"Oh my, this is the general's wife!" Zhao Qiaolan's mother-in-law slapped her thigh exaggeratedly, a flattering smile on her greasy face: "Look at her whole body of style, standing next to our Qiaolan, there is a world of difference!"

She deliberately lengthened her tone, glanced at Zhao Qiaolan, who was wearing a short grey cloth, and then turned to Bai Qiaoniang:

"We are all family. Now that the younger sister is successful, why doesn't she help her elder sister?

Your sister works so hard every day doing laundry, cooking, and taking care of her parents-in-law..."