The Poor Cannot Take Their Money

Copywriting: Qi Mo is the most promising person in the village to be admitted as a scholar. The village chief asked everyone to help with the expenses and told the villagers about the benefits that Qi Mo would bring to everyone after he passed the examination. "Voluntary donation is at your own risk." The village chief emphasized again and again. Thirteen-year-old Ruan Yan'er's ears went in and out of her left ear, and she only remembered the good things the village chief said in her mind. Some villagers donated two taels of silver, some donated one tael, and basically no less than 500 taels of silver. Ruan Yaner ran home and rummaged through the cabinets, and finally gave away all his wealth (80 copper coins), just waiting for Qi Mo to get rewards from him after passing the exam. As everyone knows, the higher the return, the greater the risk. Qi Mo failed the exam and failed. From that day on, Ruan Yan'er cried in front of Qi Mo's door every now and then: "Aren't you a child prodigy? Why can't you even pass the exam?" "There is no rice at home. I am going to starve to death." "Liar, you are obviously as stupid as me, yet you still pretend to be a prodigy." ………… Qi Mo opened the door and looked at her hungry body leaning on the threshold. Lang, a slightly childish fourteen-year-old boy, blushed and defended: "I'm not a liar." "The academic administration said that I am good at writing articles, but I am not the talent His Majesty wants. I am not a child prodigy, but I am not stupid either." He lost his dignity as a scholar and went to work on the dock to earn money, and returned the 80 copper coins to Ruan Yan'er. Other villagers would not ask him for a single tael of silver, but Ruan Yan'er called him a liar for 80 copper coins. "Don't take money from the poor." Qi Mo remembered. Purpose: Don't make decisions based on luck