"Explore a broader spiritual world and expand your brain's storage capacity, otherwise you'll end up like Sister Miao."
Being exploited for "spiritual taxation".
After much thought, it seems that those who haven't received an education are the ones who suffer the most in this world.
Because they lack their own judgment, or have nothing else to do, they can only have children.
The poverty is passed down from generation to generation.
Even after living in a big city for over forty years and embracing new ideas, Sister Miao is still like this; spiritually impoverished, she can only fill the void with money.
Thinking is so difficult; spending money is the easiest thing to do. Spending money can relieve temporary anxiety.
"Not bad." Zhou Yunshi patted his wife's head. "You've already learned to apply what you've learned to other situations."
"If anyone tries to sell you anxiety again in the future, they're just taking a mental tax from you."
Sun Lifang hadn't really thought of this before; it was only recently, with more free time, that she realized the hardships people face.
It turns out that so many people are suffering, including Sister Miao, and I used to be one of them.
It's only 1998 now. Logically speaking, with the popularization of education, future generations should be able to break out of this circle, right?
In fact, no. Sun Lifang suddenly realized that in later generations, there would still be many people telling you that having children is good, that having more children will ensure your old age security. Not only would they keep nagging, but what's even more frightening is that videos with this viewpoint would suddenly get hundreds of thousands of likes.
You can't talk about ice with a summer insect. After thinking independently, Sun Lifang realized how foolish she had been.
Zhou Yunshi originally didn't want a second child, but she wanted one, so she nagged and brainwashed him every day.
Thinking about it this way, aren't I one of those people?
That's scary, but thankfully Zhou Yunshi wasn't angry.
We must tolerate her thoughts, be understanding, and keep someone with chronic anxiety by our side.
This gives us an idea of how much suffering Mr. Zhou must have endured in the past.
So, Sun Lifang sat on the armrest of the sofa, put her arm around her husband's shoulder, and said, "Thank you."
Thank you for understanding me, for prioritizing my opinion even when we disagree, and for accommodating me.
Just as the sincere woman was about to express her feelings, the man reading the newspaper turned around and said, "Just tell me what you want."
"Stop with all that fancy stuff."
Recently, Sun Lifang has learned to "brew tea" and often transforms into a "green tea spirit," indulging in her acting passion regardless of the time.
Zhou Yunshi was so confused that he couldn't tell when she was being genuine and when she was being fake.
Like now, I'm holding him and saying a lot of sweet nothings, but I don't know what my purpose is?
There was no time to analyze; Zhou Yunshi had to prepare.
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