"Great, we're on the same page."

The two cuddled together for a while.

Zhou Zan asked, "Has your brother's child been born?"

"Yes, it's been a month, and it's a girl."

"I want a girl too."

Song Fanxing rolled her eyes at him, "Don't you want your job anymore?"

Now each family is only allowed to have one child, and the rules are strictly enforced. Those who have more than one child will be fined, and those who have jobs will lose their jobs.

Only those who have no job to lose and are willing to spend money dare to have more children.

Alas, nowadays people want to have children but dare not, and even if future generations were forced to, few would be willing to have them.

In later generations, countries went to great lengths to encourage people to have children.

Zhou Zan: "If I didn't have a job, would you support me?"

"Raising a child is no big deal, it's just a matter of feeding them."

She has a lot of savings and also owns a courtyard house.

There are a total of four courtyard houses. She has already allocated them: one for Song Yaohua and one for Song Yaohua, one for herself, and one for her parents.

Courtyard houses will be very valuable in the future.

Her flower shed is also very profitable.

Now, she's quite wealthy.

That's what they say, but Zhou Zan can't let his wife support him. He's still young and wants to make something of himself so that he won't have lived in vain.

The next day, Zhou Zan got into Song Fanxing's car, feeling a pang of sadness.

He works himself to the bone to earn a pittance, but it's not even enough for his wife to live on.

He was too embarrassed to take it out.

Song Fanxing comforted him: "Baby, that's a secure job, stable, and you'll have a pension when you get old. Keep up the good work."

Zhou Zan: That seems to make sense.

If you can't compete on quantity, compete on stability.