The crowd erupted in even louder discussions.
"A two-story house?! Does the Zhang family's eldest son's job pay that well?"
"Maybe. I heard Granny Zhang mention something about year-end bonuses before."
"Deng Zhiqing, you were supposed to have a share of that two-story house."
The village chief's wife coughed heavily. "Anyone who wants to fan the flames can get out. Don't force me to scold you during the New Year."
Deng Yuyuan casually played with the golden lock hanging around Tuantuan's neck and replied offhandedly, "Would you want this kind of blessing for your own daughter?"
Tuantuan was already a rare chubby baby in the village. The golden lock was surprisingly as big as her fist, and the chain was thick. Her strong, chubby little hands, plump as lotus roots, pulled at the golden lock around her neck, making onlookers tremble in fear that the chain might snap. Hearing the suggestion of giving this "blessing" to their own daughters, the gossiper immediately fell silent.
