I spent a lot of money to buy an extremely beautiful young boy. Do you think I am overly sympathetic or want to raise a child-supporter?
No, no, no, it's all wrong. I did it to make more money.
Our family is engaged in business, including jewelry, ready-made clothes, pens, inks, paper, and inkstones, etc.
After I bought him, no matter where I put him, everything would sell quickly and at a high price, so even if I spent five hundred taels of silver, I think it was worth it.
This child is ridiculously good-looking, as beautiful as a sculpture from heaven, but the only bad thing is that he doesn't like to talk. I once thought he was mute.
Until one time, I was almost knocked down by a carriage. He shouted "be careful" and then pushed me to the ground. He was hit and fractured. This made me so angry that I complained about him for nearly half a month.
After all, my fracture only costs medical expenses, but his fracture not only requires the best doctor and medicine, but also deprives me of a lot of money. It makes me feel sick just thinking about it.
Intention: Only by caring about the people you should care about and giving up the people you should give up can you achieve perfection.