It has to be said that what Mo Yan said was very realistic, and it was the truth.
When Lichun heard this, his eyes reddened. He wanted to argue, but he realized that his grandmother was right.
What will he do in the future? Will he just keep doing odd jobs for the orphanage?
"Beginning of Spring, you need to think clearly about whether you want to be the kind of person who can find a solution no matter what happens, or the kind of person who can only pick up stones and pull grass, and is powerless when faced with problems."
Once you've thought it through, you'll know whether you want to go to school or not.
Reading can help you understand things and broaden your horizons.
Being kind-hearted and honest is not enough; you need more.
Okay, let's get ready and rest.
Grandma is telling you all this because she considers you family, right?
Lichun nodded obediently; he understood.
"Yes, thank you, Grandma."
He lay in bed, replaying the events of the day in his mind over and over again.
The headmistress once said that if you want to live a good life, you must be sensible, obedient, kind, have a keen eye, and work hard.
But today, Grandma told him that he still needs to learn knowledge and read books.
He wanted to help the nursing home, not just pick up stones or pull weeds.
He seriously considered what would happen to him if he didn't study.
The dean won't kick him out; he'll most likely continue helping her until the company is acquired. And then what? What can he possibly do?
Can he turn the tide? Can he find a solution?
It seems not.
All he could think of was standing with his grandparents at the entrance of the nursing home.
What if he studies? Will he think of a better way later?
He kept thinking about this in his little head, and that night he had a dream.
In his dream, he knew nothing, had no diploma, and could only watch as the nursing home was acquired. In the end, all the grandparents were driven away, including the director, leaving him alone to grow up there. In the end, all he could do was keep the elderly company.
Back then, elderly people who came here had to pay money, and the caregivers would bully them and force their families to give more money. The place has changed a long time ago.
He struggled to open his eyes, then drifted back to sleep. In his dreams, he became a college student, a graduate student, and then he came up with even more ideas to improve the nursing home and make it known to more people.
The dream felt so real that he was covered in sweat. When he woke up, he quickly looked outside and saw that it was already past six o'clock.
He quickly got up and saw that his grandmother was already up.
"Lichun, you're up? I was just about to go wake you up. Let's go, we should go to the nursing home soon. Let's do some Tai Chi before we go eat."
After we finish eating, we'll start teaching you how to make braised meat.
Don't think you haven't done anything for the nursing home. Without you, I wouldn't have taken out these things so easily. You should know that the recipe for braised meat is my exclusive recipe.
"I'll give them the formula, and the dean will pay me."
Lichun's eyes widened, somewhat confused. "Why? Wasn't it a donation?"
"What?" Mo Yan smiled. "Why a donation? This is my proprietary formula; it's practically my livelihood. Why do you think I should donate it for free?"
Mo Yan discovered that Li Chun was kind-hearted, but also had many problems.
For example, because he had always received donations, he felt that it was only natural for them to receive donations. The dean was indeed very good, teaching him kindness, but forgetting to teach him gratitude.
"But we are a nursing home, we are in dire straits, we..."
"Just because you're weak doesn't mean you're right. Just because you're weak doesn't mean I have to give everything."
On the day of Lichun (the beginning of spring), if I help a nursing home out of kindness, it's because I have good intentions. If I don't help, you can't think I'm bad. There's no inherent obligation to do anything in life.
You can't morally blackmail others. Why should they wait for donations? Nursing homes should be self-reliant, shouldn't they?
I also need to make a living, and I need to work hard. To the best of my ability, I am willing to donate; that is my heartfelt wish.
Nursing homes can't always take this for granted, can they? We need to learn to be grateful and understand that not everyone is obligated to do anything for us.
beginning of spring:"……"
Lichun fell silent, digesting these words.
Mo Yan took Li Chun out and arrived at the nursing home. The director saw that the guy was unhappy, so he went to ask him what was wrong.
Only after asking her did I realize how many things she had overlooked.
"Lichun, your grandma is right. She really loves you. She could have said nothing or done nothing, but she teaches you this way because she considers you family."
I'm sorry, it was my fault. I was busy with other things and forgot to send you to school.
It will teach you the principles of being a good person.
We should be grateful when people donate to us, but it's also understandable if they don't donate. We can't let them go hungry just because of donations.
Your grandmother is right, we should pay for the remedy. We should be extremely grateful that they're willing to give us the prescription, understand?
You can love the nursing home because it's your home, but you can't expect everyone to love it.
Others also need to make a living, and they have families to support. We are grateful for kindness, but we cannot demand kindness from others; that is wrong.
The dean's grandmother said the same thing, and Lichun realized she was wrong.
“It’s okay if you make a mistake now. Your grandma will teach you. I’m really relieved now, Lichun. You will definitely live a good life in the future and be taught very well.”
The dean now truly feels that Lichun is lucky; the grandmother he met is really kind and has been able to teach him many valuable lessons.
"Okay." Lichun nodded obediently in agreement.
When they got to the courtyard, they found that everyone was practicing boxing with Mo Yan. They didn't know if it was boxing or tai chi, but the movements were very slow and looked very simple. Everyone was very happy.
Afterwards, both grandpa and grandma were sweating, feeling like their whole bodies had relaxed.
"Big brothers and sisters, you can start preparing the land now. I will bring you seeds later. See what you need. You'll have to find those yourself from now on."
"We want watermelon, cantaloupe, corn, and eggplant and peppers."
It was before the Qingming Festival, but it was the time for planting.
They were all very skilled at farming, and seeing everyone so happy made the director very happy too, realizing that they hadn't been happy before.
It was at this moment that the dean arrived.
"Ms. Mo, please teach us how to make braised meat. How much would the tuition be?"
"The braising spices are 10 yuan a serving, one serving can braise 100 jin (50 kg) of meat. The secret recipe is 100 yuan, and I'll teach you how to do it. Also, you can't sell the secret recipe anymore; if I find out, I will hold you accountable."
Of course, you can also try what I make first. I brought pork, pig's trotters, and pig's head meat today, and I'll cook it for you to try.
Mo Yan went to the kitchen by herself. After a morning, they smelled a particularly delicious aroma that made their mouths water.
They all looked expectantly towards the kitchen; they really wanted to eat.
The dean has made up his mind: he must have the secret recipe, and he must buy it!
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