Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

"Okay, you plan today's itinerary, and I'll be your personal driver!"

Mr. Ye stroked the steering wheel with obvious delight, and probably wouldn't want to go back until he had a good time driving it.

So whatever Ye's mother says goes.

It's normal for her to want to visit her younger brothers; in the past, when they lived in the countryside, they would only come to the county town once a year for the Spring Festival.

Sometimes they don't come even once every year or two.

Now that they're here, it's understandable that they want to go out and move around.

Relationships grow closer with time; if you don't, they drift apart.

Even relatives are no exception.

Another little thought is that I want to share my joy of buying a car with my loved ones.

Everyone has these thoughts, and cultivators are no exception.

Even in your most shining moments, you have to put on a show first!

Otherwise, it's like wearing fine clothes in the dark—it's unpleasant!

This factor also contributed to Mr. Ye's quick agreement.

Their family wasn't well-off before, so they always felt inferior when visiting others.

They live in apartments while others are still in the countryside; that deep-seated inferiority complex is something they can't shake off.

Now that their lives have improved and they own their first car, they feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

If you don't drive around visiting each house, the joy is greatly diminished!

A little bit of pretense is fine, as long as it's not excessive.

When you're in a good mood, your Daoist mind becomes clearer, which is more conducive to cultivation!

That's right, in short, showing off is more beneficial for cultivation!

Mr. Ye drove slowly to the nearest gas station and generously filled up the tank!

When you first drive a new car, you definitely need to eat a big meal!

Ye Chen didn't want to go when he heard that his parents were going to visit someone.

But under my mother's stern gaze, I had no choice but to obediently follow her.

However, he didn't drive; the three of them just rode in one car.

After parking the car, he got into the back seat of the Wrangler.

Ye's mother sent messages to her brothers and sisters one by one, and her aunt replied first.

"Bihua is back. She's at the shop now. Shall we go to her shop first?" Ye's mother asked Ye's father for his opinion.

"We should at least buy something, since we've come all this way!" Mr. Ye said thoughtfully.

"We definitely have to buy things. It's not good to go empty-handed. Let's buy a few barrels of oil and some gift bags later!" Mrs. Ye planned.

Ye Chen already had quite a few gifts and a lot of straw in his storage ring, so there was no need for him to buy a bunch of new things; it would be too much of a hassle.

"Mom, I have some in the trunk. Just take them and use them. No need to go buy more; it's too much trouble!"

As he spoke, Ye Chen pretended to return to the car, carrying a bunch of things in large and small bags, and stuffed them into the trunk of his father's car.

"What are you going to do with so much thatch?" Ye's father blinked.

He almost cursed Ye Chen for being a spendthrift; there was no need to bring money when visiting relatives...

Something costing a hundred or so yuan is fine as a token.

"Chen'er, these tonics aren't cheap, are they? Maybe I should just go to the supermarket and buy some!" Mother Ye hesitated.

Giving overly expensive gifts is indeed not a good idea.

It can easily put pressure on the other party and also implies showing off, which can easily have the opposite effect.

Ye Chen had been dealing with Elder Xie and Elder Zhou for a long time, and for a while he forgot about this incident, to the point that he subconsciously felt that these things were just ordinary.

Ye Chen pondered for a moment: "Then let's just send a nourishing gift box. We'll say it's a benefit from my company. Everyone's driving a Wrangler now, so let's get something nice this time. Otherwise, people will say we're stingy!"

After a moment of silence, Mr. Ye nodded and said, "Well then, let's be generous this time!"

Ye Chen changed the subject casually, asking, "What if someone sees you've bought a car and are living a good life, and wants to borrow money from you?"

The probability of this happening is not low; there is probably a 20% chance of encountering it.

Mr. Ye smiled slyly: "Borrow money? Borrow what money? You helped me with the mortgage for this car. I don't even have a job. Where would I get money to lend them?"

Ye Chen's face twitched; his father had just passed the buck back to him.

Ye's mother glared at Ye's father: "What are you saying?!"

"What, did I say something wrong? When I was hospitalized, you were worried about not having enough money and asked them to lend you some. Apart from the third brother who wanted to transfer 5 yuan to you, who else paid any attention to you? Their reasons were all quite convincing! If they have the nerve to mention lending money, then they can only be described as shameless."

Ye's father still harbored considerable resentment when he spoke of this.

Ye's mother looked unwell and remained silent in a sullen mood.

After all, Ye's father was scolding her younger brother and sister.

Ye Chen coughed lightly: "Mom and Dad, you know more about lending money than I do, so I won't go into details. I can only say that if it's really urgent and you trust their character, lending a small amount is fine. Just be prepared that you might not get the money back. Anyway, it won't affect our current life, so you can use it as you like without feeling pressured!"

Ye Chen couldn't influence their decisions, but he could still serve as their strong support.

At this moment, Mr. Ye coughed lightly, choosing to back down: "It depends on the situation, we'll decide based on the situation."

Mother Ye's expression softened considerably: "As their older sister, I'm usually unable to take care of them, and they've never asked me for help."

"If they actually bring it up... can you understand how I, as the eldest sister, feel?"

"However, I know my limits. Chen'er's money didn't come from thin air, and I definitely won't lend it to anyone through shady means!"

Ye Chen nodded.

He could understand his mother's feelings. After all, she was the eldest child, and no matter how bad her younger siblings were, they were still her younger siblings.

This sense of responsibility, which she developed from a young age, has accompanied her for most of her life.

She came from a life of hardship. Back then, she didn't have the opportunity to study because her family needed labor, and only male children had the chance to go to school.

Under the influence of traditional values, taking care of her younger siblings became her mission as the eldest sister.

It's unrealistic to think that decades of responsibility can simply disappear.

There are heartless and ungrateful people, and there are also those who are truly sincere; that's what makes this world so colorful.

Ye Chen supports his parents' decision.

Ye Chen brought up the matter of borrowing money because he didn't want his parents to have an unpleasant experience later on.

Buying a car should be a happy experience, both in and out.

The topic of borrowing money is unavoidable.

After all, they were driving Wranglers to visit each other.

If we've brought this up now, they'll be able to handle it more rationally if a loan actually comes up later, and won't get too worked up.

My aunt runs a breakfast stall that also sells rice noodles. She was one of the first relatives to become wealthy.

When Ye Chen was in junior high school, her family had already bought a house and a car in the county town. It was a duplex, so their economic conditions were considered quite good!

However, Ye Chen had heard that his uncle had become addicted to gambling in recent years, and he wasn't sure what the current situation was. He hadn't visited his uncle for two years.

Ye's father drove to the front of Ye Chen's aunt's shop.

Just as they were about to get off the bus, a van came from the opposite direction and slammed on its brakes in a defiant manner.

Ye's mother subconsciously tugged at Ye's father.

Mr. Ye frowned. "Damn it, how does this person drive? He almost crashed into my new car."