"Master, just say it frankly. I will do anything to save my son." Yang's mother said in a firm tone.

She gave birth to three children in total. Yang Wei had a son and a daughter before, but neither of them grew up.

She had raised Yang Wei with great difficulty, but seeing his health getting worse and worse, she wished she could give her life to him.

The same goes for Yang's father. The couple are of one mind and are willing to do anything to save their son.

"As the old saying goes, a horse cannot grow fat without night grass, and a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth. The money your Yang family has now is almost all windfall. Am I right?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

"That's right. Our Yang family doesn't run a factory or a store. It's just that Xiao Wei and someone else opened a company, but he doesn't get involved in the affairs." Yang's mother nodded.

Three generations ago, the Yang family were all peasants. The old man couldn't believe until his death that the Yang family had really become rich.

Jiang Hanyan smiled and said, "It's good to run a company. It's a legitimate source of income. Mr. Yang should have noticed that your health hasn't been that bad over the years since you started the company."

Yang Wei was stunned, and after thinking about it, he realized that it was indeed the case.

Logically speaking, his broken body couldn't sustain it for so many years, but he's still lingering on. Could it be because he opened a company? "Master, should I open another company?" Yang Wei asked excitedly.

Jiang Hanyan shook her head. "Starting a company is not a cure for the disease. You must have heard of an old folk custom: the money you find must be spent as soon as possible and cannot be kept overnight."

"I did say that, but isn't that just nonsense?" Jiang's mother's face changed and she began to panic.

"Who said it was nonsense? The old folk custom has been passed down for a reason. The money picked up is windfall. People with weak fortunes can't afford it. They must spend it all to be safe. Unless you are a person with a noble fate, you won't be afraid of these things."

Jiang Hanyan stopped, and the Yang family members all looked panicked, with sweat on their foreheads.

She added: "The lives of your Yang family are not valuable, so they can't afford it. If I'm not mistaken, your Yang family has picked up a lot of money, right?"

The Yang family members' faces turned pale and cold sweats broke out.

Father Yi only half understood what was said, but when he saw the expressions of the Yang family, he knew that Jiang Hanyan was right, and he admired her even more.

"Master, I indeed picked it up. It's not that I didn't want to spend it, but there was chaos and war at the time and I didn't dare to spend it." Father Yang explained in a hoarse voice.

His father was just a rickshaw driver, and suddenly a box of gold bars appeared in his hands. If people knew about it, he might lose his life.

"This is just one of the reasons. Do you know why those wealthy people like to do charity?"

Jiang Hanyan asked another seemingly irrelevant question.

Yang's father and mother looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Too much money and nowhere to spend it?" Yang's mother asked in a low voice.

If it were her, she would definitely not donate. She doesn't know the person, so why should she give him money?

Just live your own life behind closed doors and take care of your family. This is how the Yang family has always lived.

Yang Wei thought more deeply and asked, "Is it for the purpose of accumulating blessings?"

"It's pretty much the same principle. People who are too wealthy and too unlucky cannot bear it. In the worst case, they will get sick, in the worst case, they will die, or even have no descendants. That's why since ancient times, rich people have loved to do good deeds to accumulate blessings for their descendants." Jiang Hanyan explained.

Yang's mother's face turned even paler, with cold sweat dripping down her forehead.

She finally understood.

Why couldn’t she support her first son and daughter?

Why does the younger son suffer from many illnesses and disasters?

It’s all because the Yang family doesn’t know how to accumulate blessings.

"Master, please give me some advice!"

Yang's mother fell to her knees.

Yang Wei also knelt down. Since his mother had already knelt down, how could he still sit still?

"Get up, fortunately your family has not done anything evil, and you can still make amends."

After everyone in the Yang family got up, Jiang Hanyan took out a jade pendant from the study. It was a high-end amulet that she had carved.

"One hundred thousand per piece, it will gradually improve Mr. Yang's health, but it is only a temporary solution."

"Master, how can we cure the root cause?" Yang's mother asked hurriedly.

"Just keep a few of the jewelry and gold bars that you buried in the ground, and donate the rest. Don't leave your name behind," Jiang Hanyan said.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Master."

Yang's mother agreed without hesitation. Her son was almost dead, so what was the point of keeping these material possessions?

"Master, I have a house and a shop at home, do you want me to donate them too?"

Yang's mother was afraid that having too much property would affect her son's health.

"No need, just keep it and do more good deeds in the future." Jiang Hanyan said with a smile.

Yang's mother breathed a sigh of relief and secretly felt fortunate that the house and shop at home were enough for her family to live a wealthy life. She was actually quite worried if she had to live a poor life again.

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"Master, don't worry. I will definitely do good deeds. I will donate money to build bridges and roads in the future. If I see anyone in need of help on the road, I will definitely lend a hand." Yang's mother promised.

"Just remember, the more good deeds you do, the better your son will be, and the more prosperous the Yang family will be."

Jiang Hanyan spoke earnestly. She was not exaggerating. If one wanted to accumulate virtue, one must do good deeds. Doing evil things would definitely bring retribution, it was just a matter of time.

Yang's mother took note of it carefully. Since she didn't have to go to work, she would go out to the streets to do good deeds every day.

After Yang Wei put on the high-level amulet, he felt warm and refreshed, as if he was eighteen years old again. He bowed with gratitude.

"Master, when can my son get married and have children?"

Before leaving, Yang's mother couldn't help but ask.

She really wants to hold her grandson.

"One year later."

"Hey, thank you, Master. I will transfer the money tomorrow."

Yang's mother was overjoyed. She was worried when she came, but was very happy when she left. The whole family of three was like this. Yi's father was also happy for his friend. He was already in his thirties and could finally get married, have children and live a normal life.

Aunt Wang was walking slowly with a basket full of vegetables, which her daughter had just brought her. They were vegetables grown by her daughter's parents-in-law, including edamame, peas, potatoes, etc., enough for her family to eat for several days.

Her hands felt a little sore, so Aunt Wang changed her hand and pounded her waist, then ran into the Yang family head-on.

Yang's mother happened to see Aunt Wang pounding her waist, so she rushed over immediately and snatched the basket of vegetables without saying a word. Aunt Wang was startled and thought she was being robbed.

"Big sister, let me help you carry it up. Which floor do you live on?"

Yang's mother was very enthusiastic, carrying the basket in both hands. The master said that we should do more good deeds. Helping the old lady carry vegetables can also be considered a good deed, right?

"No, no, I can carry it." Aunt Wang wanted to take the basket back. She was not old and could still carry a basket of vegetables.

"Sister, don't be polite with me. I have nothing to do and I'm bored. If you don't let me mention it, you are looking down on me."

Yang's mother refused to do so. She carried the basket and walked ahead with big strides. Aunt Wang trotted after her. The two of them chased each other and circled downstairs in the community.

Finally, Father Yi couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed the dishes and helped deliver them to the second floor. Aunt Wang thanked her breathlessly. Although she thought that Mother Yang was a little crazy, her intention was good, so she still wanted to thank her.

"No...you're welcome."

Yang's mother was also very tired and could hardly breathe. She pounded her waist all the way home.