When Jiang Nian came out of the room, he saw the two of them arguing.

"What are you arguing about? You have nothing to do, right?"

Ye Zhiqiu curled his lips, "I wasn't arguing, I was just reasoning with him."

Zhang Er smiled and said, "I think it's because some kid is too unconfident and is afraid that someone else will take away her master, right?"

“Shut up!”

Although Ye Zhiqiu is several years older than Zhang Er, he used to be silly and had the IQ of a child. Even though he is no longer silly, the two of them still get along like children.

The two of them just bickered on a daily basis, but it was obvious that Zhang Er gave in to her.

Ye Zhiqiu also stopped when he saw the good, but just wondered: "I still don't understand them. Niu Zhiqing and my mother are both so stupid. Is it worth it to make yourself like this for a man?"

"Whether it's worth it or not, what others say doesn't count. But the lesson of the former still tells us that no matter whether you are a man or a woman, before loving someone, you must first learn to love yourself. You can't lose your principles just because you fall in love with someone else." Jiang Nian took the opportunity to teach them, "There is also a word called timely stop loss. Whether in love or in life, the person who pays more will always find it difficult to get out. Even if they don't love anymore, they will be unwilling to give up, thus consuming themselves, resulting in greater losses the longer they delay, and it will be more and more difficult to get out."

In essence, Niu Aixiang is different from her mother.

Niu Aixiang jumped into the pit voluntarily, but her mother was already in the pit with no way out, or in other words, she was unwilling to retreat but could not move forward.

The most pitiful thing is that some people are not afraid of death, but are afraid of not being able to bear the burden of living.

Both of them nodded, not quite understanding.

While Ye Zhiqiu wasn't paying attention, Zhang Er secretly went to find Jiang Nian and said, "Doctor Jiang, I want to ask you a favor."

"you say."

"Yanjiazhuang Primary School and Yanjiazhuang Health Center have already started construction. I heard that ours will be merged with them after they are completed. I want to ask you, can I stay with you and help you with chores after I recover from my illness?" Although they didn't meet for a long time, Zhang Er felt that he could learn a lot from Jiang Nian. They were intellectuals and spoke differently. Occasionally, he would feel very inspired by hearing a few words from them. "I don't want a salary, just food. I can clean, collect firewood, and help you with some chores. Of course, I just have this idea. If you think it's necessary, I can go home if you don't."

Although Jiang Nian hasn't thought about this problem for the time being, Zhang Er's presence does allow Ye Zhiqiu to have more time to study.

Moreover, Zhang Er has a pure mind, is honest and capable, and has a good eye, so he is definitely not offensive.

"I really can't give you an answer for now, because I don't know what the situation is with Yanjiazhuang. I can only say that if there is a need, I will consider you first."

"Thank you, Dr. Jiang. That's enough. In fact, I also feel that I can learn a lot from you, and these are things that I don't usually get to know." Zhang Er spoke the truth, and the admiration in his eyes was not fake at all.

Jiang Nian really didn't lie to him about this. The construction of Yanjiazhuang Health Center was rigorous and wishful thinking. Jiang Nian still liked to stay in her own territory for comfort. But undoubtedly, when the health center was built, she would only have two choices, either to honestly merge into the health center, or to become the public enemy of everyone and be labeled as selfish and disunited.

In more serious cases, they would be asked to receive ideological education or even be criticized.

After all, as can be seen from the slogan of serving the people that this era requires everyone to be selfless and sacrifice the self for the greater good. As a result, there have been many precedents of couples reporting on each other, or children reporting on their parents.

Even though those villagers could not read a single word, they all held the Little Red Book and could recite it by heart.