Chapter 69: Keeping Money (1)

Chapter 6: Keeping Wealth [Waru Alan (Mongolian)]

(1) A child with a star on his forehead

I called my mother-in-law, whom I had never met, to ask about the date of Mr. Pei's birth, and she herself was a barefoot doctor who had delivered more than 100 children. She remembered the hour very well, and she didn't let me down again.

At least, he still has a windfall in his life, and he belongs to the kind of master who is willing to open his mouth, and the pie will fall into it. That way, at least I don't have to work hard. There is no need to be nervous every day like marrying a billionaire, maybe this is the reason for the last compromise of the ancestors.

Because I was carried away by love, I was destined to say goodbye to the glorious life and be a lazy woman who kept her home in peace. When a woman stays at home physically and mentally, a man will come home on time to make honey like a worker bee who goes out to collect pollen. This is also what the ancestors told me.

When I was a child, every year during the Spring Festival, we had to put on our Mongolian costumes and go to the streets. That year, I didn't wait for my mother to help me tie my belt, I tied it myself and went out, an old man knelt down in front of me, and I hurriedly called someone to help take me to the hospital. The old man was fine, and there were words in his mouth. After a while, another old man knelt down. I felt strange and hurried home. Father said that he listened to his grandmother, and grandma listened to grandma's grandmother, and only a princess could wear a belt like that. After that, those who were treated as princesses were killed by the disaster.

This calamity lasted throughout the Ming Dynasty.

Then a classmate told me: "Listen to the old man, you may be the child with a star on his forehead among the descendants of Genghis Khan!" But it is said that he should be a boy.

I was amused when I heard it, I just had a small mole just above my eyebrows. I've been unhappy for a long time, but every time I get rid of a mole, others say that the mole can't be removed, and no one wants to help me.

After marriage, those two moles turned into faint spots, and they couldn't be seen at all after applying makeup.

I'm not the legendary child who can glorify my ancestors, I am a miser in the code of my fate, and when the money comes to me, I must let her give birth.

(2) Skills for survival

Mr. Pei handed over the large deposit slip that I had asked him to keep, and my mother was very suspicious. Because her salary, bonus, and manuscript fee were all received by her, which was used to fill in the blank slips that my father had made for decades when he founded and built a rural primary school in Tibetan areas. This has been going on for almost five years.

My mother never knew that I was selling essays, but when she was teaching me in the third and fourth grades of elementary school, I had to write several essays at a time for my classmates. If I help with the writing, I can have good books to read, good things to eat, and even ask for money. But if I didn't write it, my younger siblings would have been beaten and wept and cried, and my mother would always beat her child up again when she saw her child crying, saying, "If you don't mess with people, will you be beaten?" And I will also kneel and review and admit that I have not taken good care of my younger siblings.

I've always thought that as long as I have time to hold a pen, words will flow out, and the more I write, the better I can write, and I don't have to keep it myself, I can convert it into an asset. But Mr. Pei firmly disagreed, and his reasons were extremely hateful, saying that now my writing also belongs to his family, and I have no right to dispose of it alone. If he sells himself, he is misappropriating half of the intellectual property rights he owns. What a strange injustice through the ages!