We can't keep taking other people's things for free.

...

Sang Feiyu was unaware of Granny Zhang's thoughts; even if she had known, she would have refused.

To reiterate, the things in her space are enough for her and her children to live on for ten lifetimes. She is not short of money at all. Besides, a person can only live once. What's the point of having so much money lying around in a space?

It was only these past two days that Sang Feiyu remembered that her uncle's family still had things in her spatial storage. She planned to find an opportunity to clear those things out so they wouldn't take up space in her storage.

After learning of her thoughts, Zhao Hui volunteered, "I can help you take it and give it to someone else."

Sang Feiyu thought for a moment and said, "There are some things that can be sent to the welfare home."

"Anything else that's not needed can be thrown away; whoever needs it can pick it up and use it."

Zhao Hui thought the same thing, "Then find it for me, and I'll organize it."

Sang Feiyu pointed to the area in front of him, "It's all here."

Zhao Hui walked over, flipped through the letters for a while, and found several letters, or more accurately, love letters.

These are all love letters written by the eldest son of the uncle, Tao Ronghua, to other people.

Zhao Hui glanced at it and clicked her tongue twice, "I didn't expect your cousin to be so clever."

Sang Feiyu smiled and said, "That's called casting a net, waiting for those who are willing to take the bait."

"But he had no money, so no one else was interested in him."

"At most, he can only fantasize at home."

Zhao Hui asked, "I remember he was a college student?"

"Yes, he went to university."

Zhao Hui sighed, "Why would a college student want to do something that doesn't belong to him?"

Zhao Hui is right. If Tao Ronghua hadn't pursued his ambitions, his life would have been bright.

But he was too ambitious and wanted more; a stable job couldn't satisfy his ambition.

He wanted to seize all of other people's property; he wanted to gain without working.

Unfortunately, he lacked both the ability and the luck to reap without sowing.

He doesn't even have a regular job now, and he will spend his entire youth in a labor camp on a farm.

"Do you think your uncle's family regrets it now?" Zhao Hui asked curiously.

Without hesitation, Sang Feiyu blurted out, "They won't regret it."

"They'll regret not killing me outright back then."

Zhao Hui replied, "Even if we did it all over again, they wouldn't kill you directly. Killing you isn't their goal; their goal is to get your parents' inheritance."

"They were destined to fail, and even God couldn't stand it."

"Xiaoyu, we've been given a second chance at life, so we should cherish it even more and live out the brilliance of our previous life."

Sang Feiyu nodded, "Grandma, I sent a lot of US dollars to the weapons research institute, hoping to provide them with some financial support."

"Only when national defense is strong can we and our descendants live in peace; otherwise, living is more painful than dying."

Zhao Hui gave Sang Feiyu a thumbs up, "You have such a broad vision, you are truly worthy of being my descendant."

"To be honest, your grandfather and I plan to leave you some of our wealth after we pass away, and donate the rest to the country."

"Ordinary people like us don't actually need much money to live on. It's better to put money to good use than to let it rust away."

"Moreover, I believe that our motherland will get better and better in the future, and our descendants will also be able to build a career based on their skills and abilities."

"We will not raise offspring who will live off our savings."

"Take you for example, you earned a third-class merit award through your own abilities, that's your skill."