[Non-fast-paced cool writing, slow and dark cool writing, full of comfort]
The urban routine is too deep, I want to go back to the countryside. But most people cannot go back because they have no money.
But Su Xiaomei went back.
The couple returned to their hometown to farm with the 20 million grand prize they had just won and the proof of clearing their mortgage and car loans.
People in the village love to compare.
Today the Wang family's son paid a down payment in the city, and tomorrow the Li family's daughter bought a new car.
Every time we talk about this, everyone will look pitifully at Su Xiaomei and his wife who fled back to the village in despair.
"Xiaomei, how much money can you make from farming? You still have to work in a factory while you're young."
Faced with these "well-intentioned" suggestions, Su Xiaomei always nodded in agreement.
Turning around, she looked at the more than 20,000 yuan in pure interest that had arrived on time every month on her mobile phone, and leisurely went to the field to pick a cucumber.
You are doing 996 in the city, staying up late and losing your hair, working your butt off to pay the monthly payment to the bank.
I sleep in the village until I wake up naturally, with no mortgage or pressure, and eat pollution-free vegetables.
The most submissive words are spoken, but the most stubborn money is lying in the card.
During the day, they are ordinary farmers.
At night, behind closed doors, they are financially free and reclusive multi-millionaires!
