Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

"You're right, I heard about it before, and then what?

You are young and in good health, so you can work overtime day and night. Then, after working yourself to death for a month, you earn less than a college student who drinks tea and reads newspapers in the office?

It's okay, you accept it. So how long can you hold on? One year? Two years? Ten years?

What should you do when your body is exhausted and you can’t work so much overtime?

After wasting ten years, I am now in my thirties with only a junior high school diploma. If my health deteriorates further, how should I live in the future?

If you really are not good at studying and just can't concentrate on learning, then I agree with your choice.

There is nothing shameful in eating by working hard.

But you are not. You ranked 16th in the whole grade in the last quiz, and you told me that you wanted to work hard to support the family.

What do your parents think?

When Sirong said this, Si's father could no longer cry. A man in his forties really didn't want to live, but he didn't dare to die.

If he is of no help while alive, and is a burden to the family, what will happen to the widow and orphan left behind after his death?

This is really something that I can't close my eyes even if I die.

Seeing Si's father crying bitterly, Si's mother also started crying, and Si Haoyu also wiped his tears with his sleeves.

Sirong couldn't help crying too.

"I know you're worried and want to help the family. But now is not the right time. We're not at the end of our rope yet, and we can still survive.

Our family has faced many difficulties over the years, but we have come through them all. This time will be no different, we will definitely get through it.

After you finish your lunch, go to school quickly. If you have so much energy, go study.

Study hard until you can't study anymore.

I'm waiting for you to get into college, or even get a higher degree. By then, my parents and I will stop working and wait for you to support us. You must give me a life that is ten times or a hundred times better than what we have now. Is that okay?"

Si Haoyu covered his eyes with his sleeves, and Lao Niu's voice said, "Okay!"

Sirong pulled his arm away: "Okay, go get some cold water to apply to your eyes. You have classes this afternoon. Wash a towel for your parents too."

Si Haoyu obediently went to the outer room to wash his face.

Sirong began to persuade her parents again: "Mom and Dad, if you believe me, let's open a scrap yard and try it out. This way, I can be with you every day, and you won't have to worry about me going south."

The tears that Si's mother had finally stopped welled up in her eyes again: "How can a grown-up girl do this?"

Girls of eighteen or nineteen are at the age of blooming flowers. They always dress beautifully whether they are going to work or school. Who would want to hang out with garbage every day?

"Mom, don't cry yet, and Dad, please control yourself. I just settled a score for Xiaoyu, and now I'll settle another for you.

Xiaoyu, come and listen too.

Mom, your salary was raised one level three years ago. Taking into account all the miscellaneous factors including perfect attendance, you got 320 yuan, right?"

Mrs. Si nodded. Three years ago, she had enough years of service and received a salary increase. Before that, she received 285 yuan.

Sirong continued, "Dad makes paper boxes at home, and he charges two cents for each. He charges by the piece, right? So, he never makes more than ten thousand a month, right?"

Father Si nodded. Not only did he paste the paper boxes at home, but Mother Si also helped when she was free, and the children also came to help after finishing their homework. It took more than a month to paste this many boxes.

And there isn't always work. You have to go to the street office to get work. Sometimes the demand is not that great, and there may be no cardboard boxes to paste for a month.

"Yesterday, after delivering the cardboard boxes, my mom and I went to look through the trash," Sirong said.

Mrs. Si blushed a little, and Mr. Si and Si Haoyu had a guilty look on their faces, which was seen by Si Rong.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I didn't steal or rob. I made clean money, right?

Mom, remember we found a broken statue base yesterday?"

"I remember. What happened?"

"Do you remember how much it sold for?"

"Including the cardboard and everything else, the total was six dollars and thirty cents."

"That base is made of copper, half the size of a cigarette box, less than half a pound. Can you calculate how much a pound is worth?"

"This~"

Mrs. Si was a little embarrassed. She sold half a tael of copper plus some scrap iron and cardboard for six yuan. She didn't ask how much the copper was worth at that time.

Sirong had no intention of testing Si's mother, so she continued, "That copper nugget, weighing over half an ounce, sold for less than three yuan. On the way back, I rode my bike to ask around, and the scrap yard we sent it to was buying pure copper for thirty-eight yuan a pound.

I haven't found out the price from his superior buyer yet, but it's definitely higher than his."

"So many!" Mother Si was shocked. Is copper so valuable?

"Scrap copper is relatively rare and not received every day. I just use it as an example."

Sirong looked at those eyes that were red and swollen from crying, but still shining.

"I won't go into detail because I haven't found out the exact prices for everything. But one thing is for sure: there's profit involved, and it's not low."

Mother Si looked at Father Si hopefully: "Dad, how about we give it a try?"

Mr. Si was also shocked by the price Sirong mentioned. A pound of pure copper costs thirty-eight yuan, which doesn't sound like much, but Mrs. Si has twenty years of work experience and now only earns three hundred and twenty yuan a month.

How many kilograms of pure copper can you buy with a month's salary? Eight kilograms and four ounces!

Still no idea? Then these 320 yuan are enough for their family of five to eat, drink, and sleep for a month. Is that clear?

Although life was tight, it was enough to buy rice and vegetables, as well as firewood and coal, even if we couldn't save anything.

This profit was unexpected.

It’s not that I think collecting waste and picking up junk is shameful, but I just didn’t expect it to be so profitable.

The main thing is that no matter whether it is the scrap station or the garbage collector, they are all dressed in rags, which makes people feel at first glance that this is a job that can barely make a living. No one would do this unless they are at the end of their rope.

I never expected that, without showing off, except for being looked down upon by some snobbish people, the money was actually secretly put into the pocket.

Father Si raised his head and looked at Sirong and Mother Si: "Done! What can a father do for my daughter? You arrange it."

When Mrs. Si heard what Mr. Si said, her heart was warmed. The couple had a good relationship, and Mr. Si was a caring person.

Before the accident, Father Si listened to Mother Si in everything, but ever since Father Si's legs became paralyzed, Mother Si has been asking Father Si about everything, big or small.

If you ask Si's mother why she did this, she wouldn't explain it, she just did it instinctively, maybe to let Si's father know that the family can't do without him.

Even though Sirong had a very clear reasoning about the scrap yard, Si's mother also wanted to do it very much.

If Mr. Si says no, Mrs. Si will follow his opinion. This has been a tacit understanding for so many years.