No rush, let's wait and see.

Taking a deep breath, Sun Lifang slowly tried to understand, recalling the confident smile on Sister Miao's face.

I feel like I've been taught another lesson.

"Human nature is complex; no one is purely bad." After receiving the tea oil sent by her niece, Sister Miao went to the bank again.

Where are you going?

Sun Lifang followed her over and saw that she had taken a receipt.

Touching her nose, Sister Miao smiled and told me about how she had sent money back home to help her niece open a snack shop.

"What? Not saying anything?"

What could she say? Sun Lifang didn't want to talk at all.

She was so angry she was practically bursting with rage. Sister Miao leaned closer and asked, "Are you trying to say I'm crazy? That I'm a stupid, idiot woman?"

Speaking in her local dialect, Sister Miao belittled herself, but the confidence in her eyes was something Sun Lifang couldn't understand.

"Ha, I wouldn't dare say that about you." It's their money; they can spend it however they want.

“Say one sentence, and I’ll give you eighteen more.”

Can I have spoken to you?

Rolling her eyes, Sun Lifang tried to think of something else to distract herself.

But when I thought about how Sister Miao had sent back several thousand yuan, I couldn't help but feel upset.

Finally unable to hold back any longer, Sun Lifang asked Sister Miao, "Aren't you afraid that if she takes your money and does a good job, she'll disown you?"

"What if they just dump you and leave you to your own devices? Where will you go to cry then?"

"Where can I cry?" Sister Miao chuckled. "Where can't I cry?"

"I didn't give them all the money I had—"

With money, you can cry anywhere.

Sister Miao patted her chest and laughed heartily, "Speaking of which, I've never been abroad in my life."

"If I ever feel like crying again, I'll buy a plane ticket and go to Japan to cry, to the Eiffel Tower to cry, to Big Ben to cry."

This confidence eased Sun Lifang's frustration somewhat, but she still didn't understand, "You're offering five thousand yuan for a pot of tea oil—"

Isn't this price too high?

Sister Miao clicked her tongue and sighed at Sun Lifang, "Her thinking is too conservative. If you're talking about trustworthy people, who in this world can you trust?"

"In the newspapers, even biological sons can abandon their elderly mothers and leave them unattended. According to you, there is nothing trustworthy in the world."

In ordinary families, even if parents invest in their children, the children are not necessarily filial or obedient to their parents.

"It's just a gamble. As long as she treats me well, listens to me, and helps me with chores, I can treat her well in return. It's a win-win situation."

My niece can't stay in her husband's family because she has no money.

Sister Miao had a clear vision: "Invest in her and help her establish herself."

In addition, Sister Miao also bought a piece of land in her hometown and built her own house.

"Is that piece of land easy to buy?"

One must be sensible in dealing with people and situations. Sister Miao sent money to her niece, asking her to oversee the purchase of land and construction of a building. The niece had to personally oversee everything, from laying the foundation to buying sand and soil.

"Living on the construction site, it's not a big deal to let her take some kickbacks."

Since you're going to be taken advantage of anyway, you might as well give the kickbacks to your own family.

Even if she's heartless, that's fine, I can afford to lose.

Sister Miao said this with great confidence, "It's not like I can't accept defeat!"

Consider it as giving yourself another way out.

“I also want to have relatives, someone to take care of me when I get old, to enjoy the happiness of family life, and for younger generations to come and give me gifts during festivals.”

To make myself appear less lonely.

The woman's face radiated a confidence etched into her very being.

Those who actively choose their destiny rise to the challenge.

In an instant, Sun Lifang suddenly realized that she had been narrow-minded.

She always calculates money and family ties too meticulously, not realizing that sometimes "being oblivious is a good thing."

Sister Miao invested in her own relatives. She told Sun Lifang, "Poverty breeds resourcefulness, wealth breeds conscience; this saying is true."

“My relatives seem so greedy because they are poor. When they come to the city, they want this and that.”

However, "it's just something to chew on; the children have never eaten it before, which is why they want it."

Sister Miao was always very tolerant of her poor relatives.

Not only was she tolerant, she also taught Sun Lifang to be tolerant, saying, "Anyway, we have money. If we invest a little, and it doesn't work out, we can just withdraw. What's the harm?"

The money is there; give away a little extra.

By casting a wide net in investment, one can be sure that "among a whole litter of children, there will always be a few with a conscience, right?"

Sister Miao's thought process is very simple: "I have an investment mindset."

Investing always involves risks.

"Losses are normal, and I can afford them."

Shocked, Sun Lifang looked at the woman beside her, as if she were seeing her for the first time.

Sister Miao is still the same Sister Miao, still the same insightful, open-minded, and carefree person.

Like the women in Yi Shu's novels, they are independent, capable, progressive in their thinking, and always know what they want and what they should do.

"I'm happy, no amount of money can buy that." Sister Miao happily clipped the receipt together, wiped her hands, and went to look at Yuanyuan.

The large bump on Yuanyuan's forehead miraculously subsided after applying the tea oil sent by Miao Jie's niece.

Sister Miao was overjoyed that she didn't need injections or medicine.

He kissed Yuanyuan's little hand and said happily, "Nature's wisdom has saved our Yuanyuan from suffering."

Previously, fearing that the swelling wouldn't go down, Sun Lifang planned to take Yuanyuan to get an IV drip for inflammation.

At this moment, listening to Sister Miao's double entendre.

He smiled; it was indeed wisdom.

Let us wait, observe, and remember the wisdom of our predecessors.