It's fair to say that although we don't hold grudges, we genuinely give to each other.

Instead of like Shujue and Shen Susu, where one person gives unconditionally while the other constantly takes.

"That seems to be the case."

Peng Shiyu thought about it carefully, and realized that the life she had lived over the years was indeed as she had described.

Then she added, "It seems that Shen Susu also helps Shujue with housework."

"Isn't it normal for her to do housework?"

Lin Jingyu was both amused and exasperated. "She lives with Shujue, so doing housework isn't considered helping. It's her job. Shujue can't possibly provide her with food and lodging and expect her to wait on her hand and foot, right?"

So when she does housework, it's not that she's helping; it's that she has to do it to make a living.

"Yes, that's true."

Peng Shiyu nodded quickly, but couldn't help asking, "Sister Jingyu, if you were Shujue, what would you do with her?"

“Teaching her how to make money is no problem.”

Lin Jingyu said directly, "But I will never live with her. Even if I live alone, I will not invite her to live with me."

She should rent a place to live after she has money.

After all, we all know what kind of person she is, it's just that Shujue herself doesn't care.

"Didn't Shujue say that she wanted the house to be more lively?"

“We had warned her before, and we had no right to interfere with her.”

...

The two chatted for most of the day before finally falling asleep late at night.

The next day.

The three of them took a car to Yucha Town.

They then rode back to the village in an oxcart.

The person driving the cattle now is not Uncle Liu, but another elderly widow in the village.