The captain looked at the buns in his hand and knew what the girl was thinking, but still said: "Girl, why are you so loose-handed? Don't do this in the future. It's not easy to make money."
An Ran knew his good intentions and said indifferently: Old man, remember one thing, money is a bastard, how can we earn it again if we lose it?
I know you're doing this for my own good, but don't worry, I have plenty of money.
If I am short of money and you ask me to give it to you, I don’t have any, so don’t worry.
Besides, don’t take money too seriously. Even if you have a fortune, what good does it matter?
When you die, you can’t take anything with you, right?
The captain was so angry at her words that he poked her forehead and said unhappily: You little girl, why do you come up with so many nonsense every day?
If you can’t spend all the money, why not leave it to your descendants?
After An Ran finished eating the buns, she drank a few sips of the spiritual spring water, and then said: Old man, I know you may not agree with what I said, but think about it carefully, am I right?
Money can be left to future generations, but if they are filial or hardworking, then there is no problem in leaving it to them.
But there are good and bad sides, right?
If the descendants are unfilial and do not strive for success, they will abuse their father and mother to death.
And the family property will soon be gone. Do you think it is worth it?
If you work hard all your life and your descendants are filial, you can live out your life in peace.
For those who are unfilial and only want to rely on their parents for support, even if you leave them a mountain of gold and silver, it will eventually belong to someone else, right?
Then why don’t you treat yourself well when you are alive, but have to wait for your descendants to be filial to you?
Could it be that because of their filial piety, they can remain immortal and live forever?
Take my mother and grandparents for example.
My mother was indeed filial, but she died early.
My grandparents were kind to others all their lives, but they did not have a good ending.
Maybe there are still people who remember them now, but who will remember them one year, ten years, or even a hundred years later?
I don’t mean to say that being kind to others is wrong, but at the very least, you should be kind to yourself first, and then to others.
You work hard all your life to build a fortune for your descendants, only to hear a few cries a hundred years later. What's the point?
The captain was silent, and looked at Li Bashi, not knowing what he was thinking.
Anran looked at the two of them, said nothing more, and leaned against the tree, closing her eyes to rest.
She didn't want to change other people's minds, she was just stating the facts. Before she could be good to anyone else, she had to be good to herself first.
Half an hour later, the three of them were brought back to their senses by a delicate voice.
Then I heard the man ask: Are you from Liushu Village?
Anran opened her eyes and looked towards the source of the voice. It was a girl wearing a blouse, with two pigtails, big eyes and double eyelids, who looked like a white lotus.
I sneered in my heart, it seems that the educated youth site is bustling again.
The captain looked at the few people with a bad expression. None of them looked like they were willing to endure hardships. They looked like they were here for tourism. How could they really work?
He said unhappily: Yes, I am the team leader of Liushu Village, my surname is Tian.
Is everyone here? I'm going to call the roll. Then I took out a small notebook, opened it and called out: Chu Hua, He Lei, Zhang Xiaoyan, Shen Yuqi, Wang Ping.
After several people responded one by one, the team leader continued: Put your things in the car. If anyone wants to buy something, go and come back quickly. In an hour and a half, gather here and go back to the village. If you are late, you will have to find a way out yourself.
At this time, a sharp and piercing voice sounded, roaring: This ox cart is so dirty, how can we sit on it?
Why can’t you clean up first and come pick us up later?
An Ran looked at the person who was speaking, it was Zhang Xiaoyan.
This person was dressed in ordinary clothes and it was obvious that his family was of ordinary means. He was far inferior to Shen Yuqi.
But the contempt and disdain in his eyes made An Ran sneer. He thought to himself that we were all the same kind of people and we all had to go to work. Why were you pretending to be so noble? Do you really think you are such a great person?
The captain said bluntly: The ox cart is not for you to ride. It’s already good enough that it can carry your luggage.
Do you really think you are here to enjoy yourself? If you don’t like it, just carry your own luggage. I don’t want to tire my friends.
Zhang Xiaoyan was very angry and cursed the captain in her heart, but she said calmly: "The captain is here to pick us up, so of course he should be treated with dignity, right?"
Besides, we are responding to the country's call to accept re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants. I'm afraid the team leader's attitude is inappropriate, right?
Shen Yuqi took over and said: Captain, Xiaoyan didn’t mean anything else. The ox cart is a bit dirty, and after all, we are human beings. How can animals be compared with humans?
Captain, do you think this makes sense?
Although the two male comrades did not speak, their attitude was clear as they stood behind the two men, which meant they were forming a united front.
The team leader sneered: In my eyes, you are the ones who can't compare with my cow. It can plow the fields and pull carts. What can you do?
You are all dressed neatly, but you can't even carry anything on your shoulders or lift anything with your hands, and yet you want to compete with my old cow. Are you dreaming?
Let me tell you, today it’s this ox cart. If you want to come, you can come. If you don’t want to come, go to the Youth League Office.
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