Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 424: Meeting the Parents (1)_1

It took three hours to travel from the bustling T City to Rachel Bailey’s home.

Hansen Ruiz set out with Rachel Bailey at seven-thirty in the morning and didn’t arrive at their destination until ten-thirty.

The village where Rachel Bailey lived was called Bailey Family Village. This was because everyone in the village shared the Bailey surname and was descended from the same ancestor. When they met, they would address each other as uncle, aunt, and the like. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The transportation in the village was quite convenient. A cement road, neither too large nor too small, crossed through the middle of the village, separating the residential area on one side from the fields and farmlands on the other. Beyond that main cement road, there were many other village roads, most of which were also paved with cement.

The village’s greenery was also impressive, with trees seemingly hiding the houses and houses nestled among the trees. The air was incredibly fresh.

It was winter, and the rice had long been harvested. The hardworking people, unwilling to leave the fields fallow until the spring plowing, had mostly planted various vegetables. String beans, cucumbers, and bell peppers were the most common at this time. Looking out, the fields were predominantly a sea of green.

Recently, Rachel Bailey had been returning daily to purchase vegetables, prompting the villagers to plant even more. Since Rachel was buying the surplus vegetables they couldn’t consume themselves, the villagers continued to grow them as usual, without using any growth enhancers. This meant that although the vegetables grew more slowly, their quality was assured.

Moreover, all the villagers were relatives. Knowing that Rachel transported the vegetables to the big city, they dared not misuse chemical fertilizers. They were afraid of causing problems for city dwellers, which would, in turn, reflect poorly on Rachel, whom they had watched grow up.

To be honest, this was Hansen Ruiz’s first visit to the countryside.

He was a favored son of heaven, drenched in the scent of gold and silver since birth, and had never experienced the rustic charm of a rural village. In the past, he would never have made such a trip. If he wanted to enjoy pastoral scenery, he could have visited a resort. Developers, catering to the psychology of urbanites, often created artificial pastoral landscapes in resorts for tourists to admire and experience. Of course, such an experience could not compare to a genuine village.

Many families in Bailey Family Village had built multi-story houses, several of which were as luxurious as villas. However, some less well-off villagers still lived in old mud-brick and tile houses.

As Hansen Ruiz drove into the entrance of Bailey Family Village, he slowed the car. He kept glancing at Rachel Bailey beside him, but she simply indicated for him to keep driving forward, so he did.

"Rachel, which one is your house?" he finally asked, as he kept driving without any sign from her to stop. His subordinates had investigated Rachel Bailey’s family members and her hobbies, but they hadn’t found out exactly which house was hers.

He was, in fact, a bit nervous. After all, he was about to meet her parents.

Rachel Bailey had been staring straight ahead. When she saw an old, worn-down mud-brick and tile house about a hundred meters off the main road, with many people gathered around it chatting, her expression changed slightly, and her eyes narrowed. Then, as if a thought had struck her, her expression returned to normal, a sly smile flickering in her eyes.

Hearing Hansen Ruiz’s question, she turned her head, smiled, and pointed at the dilapidated structure. "Stop the car in front of that oldest, most run-down tile house there," she told him.

Hansen Ruiz had already noticed the old mud-brick and tile house. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes; it was the first time he had ever seen people still living in such a dwelling. Bailey Family Village was only a three-hour drive from the center of T City; how could life be so vastly different? It was like comparing clouds in the sky to mud on the ground.

"What, you think my family’s too poor?" Rachel Bailey shot him a sharp look, her eyes suddenly fierce, her tone laced with sarcasm as she laughed mockingly at him.

Yet, when Hansen Ruiz wasn’t looking, a sly glint flashed in her bright eyes. She knew the trap her parents had set would be truly unexpected, hehe.

"Of course not! I’m not marrying your family’s money; I’m marrying you. I could help your family build a villa anytime," Hansen Ruiz quickly explained. He was merely surprised; he certainly hadn’t meant any disrespect. His future wife couldn’t misunderstand him.

About fifty meters from the dilapidated house stood a three-story building that looked like a small, luxurious villa. It was complete with decorated interiors and a small yard, featuring a gatehouse with exterior walls covered in tiles. Red glazed tiles adorned the gatehouse roof. Among the many houses, this one was among the most impressive. From a Businessman’s perspective, Hansen Ruiz estimated the small villa was worth at least two million yuan.

Compared to that villa, Rachel Bailey’s house seemed even more forlorn.

As they spoke, Hansen Ruiz had already driven up to the old house and stopped the car.

The people sitting by the door chatting were villagers—Rachel’s various uncles and other relatives. They all wore thick, heavily patched clothes. Some were even barefoot, their feet caked with mud, as if they had just returned from working in the fields. They sat around an old table that looked like it might collapse at any moment. Each person held a water pipe. On the table sat a pot of mountain tea, with several large bowls filled with yellowish tea. Some were puffing on their water pipes; the pipes made PUFF, PUFF sounds, and the water went GURGLE, GURGLE. Smoke drifted with the wind, and the scent of tobacco filled the space in front of the house.

Hansen Ruiz nearly hesitated to get out of the car.

It wasn’t the people who startled him, but rather the animals gathered in front of the door.

There was a large group of chickens—he quickly estimated at least fifty. A flock of ducks, also numbering around fifty, was nearby. There were also six dogs: a mother and five pups, each weighing about thirty pounds. Finally, a buffalo and its calf were tied to a nearby longan tree. The calf, still small and untethered, played about mischievously, occasionally leaving droppings behind.

A litter of piglets, about thirteen including the sow, crowded around their mother, probably wanting to nurse. The sow wouldn’t let them, and the piglets kept squealing piercingly.