Lefu Inn, end of corridor, guest room
It's snowy and cold in Xijing in November. Although it's not as cold as in the Northeast, the cold wind blows at night, but it still hurts in the joints of the bones. Yue Guanchao and the others sat in a rickshaw for nearly half an hour, and when they arrived at the inn, they were already there. It was so cold that my eyes were full of tears and snot.
Song Siyuan and the others quickly got into the guest room and turned on the radiator. They waited until their bodies were warm before they dared to speak. At this time, Uncle Yue and Sun Daqiao had already gone to sleepwalk in Taixu. Yue Guanchao and the others were knocked on the door. They knew that Song Siyuan had something to say. The three of them packed up and went to Song Siyuan's room.
"Song Qianjin, what's the matter so late?"
Yue Guanchao settled into the sofa, picked up the apple on the table and ate it. Song Siyuan came out of the bathroom and looked at the three of them: "Do you think we should help Tang Dayang and the others?"
"Song Qianjin, are you trying to be kind again? If you really want to help Tang Dayang, you must buy their house back. A house like this cannot be built without a thousand oceans!"
Xu Xiake is a native of Shaanxi Province and is very familiar with the current situation in Xijing. However, the land price alone for any designated land has reached hundreds of oceans. This does not include the buildings built on it and the houses built on it. House, if you want to buy a decent courtyard house, it will cost at least 500 to 1,000 yuan.
In other words, if Song Siyuan wanted to solve Tang Dayang's difficulties, she would have to go at least a thousand oceans away!
After Yue Guanchao listened to Song Siyuan's words, he unconsciously tightened his waistband. No matter how much money there was in the money order, he couldn't bear the trouble. He smacked his upper and lower lips guiltily. Song Siyuan saw what he was thinking and turned to him. He rolled his eyes angrily: "Okay, don't look at me like that. I don't have any idea of your Dayang, and I don't want to buy a house for Tang Dayang and others."
"If you don't want to buy a house, then how can you help him? Do you plan to give him an ocean for every car ride in the future?"
Not only Yue Erpao was puzzled, Yue Guanchao and Xu Xiake also had confusion written on their faces. They really couldn't imagine what Song Qianjin meant by "help" if they didn't help the Tang family buy the house.
"You guys, don't you know that it's better to teach people to fish than to teach them how to fish?"
"What kind of fish come and go!"
Yue Erpao scratched his head, not understanding what Song Siyuan said at all. Xu Xiake looked at the Yue brothers and continued: "Song Qianjin always speaks in a formal manner. What she means is that just buying a house for Tang Dayang, I guess he will If he can't keep it, it's useless to have a house without making a living. Instead of buying him a house, it's better to let him have the ability to make money and be able to buy the house back on his own."
Xu Xiake's words were simpler. Yue Erpao immediately understood what he meant: "I understand. Do you want to teach Tang Dayang to make a lot of money?"
"That's right~"
Song Siyuan looked at Yue Erpao with a teachable look, and continued: "I have thought about it, for a tough man like Tang Dayang, even if we really buy the house back for him, he may not accept the favor. Maybe they think we are pitying them, and the gain outweighs the loss."
Then, she paused, her eyes flashing as she considered it and said, "I think the safest way is to let him have the ability to make money and buy his own house himself."
"As for how he can make money, this is what we should consider. If Tang Dayang had gone to school, he would have been able to work in a factory. Being a rickshaw puller just proves that he has no choice but to use his own strength. When it comes to making money, if we force him to teach him how to make a lot of money, it probably won’t be effective, so we have to start from where he knows how to do it.”
"Song Qianjin, do you want to follow your advice, or do you have to work harder on the rickshaw?"
Yue Guanchao listened to Song Siyuan's words for so long, and gradually understood the meaning of her words.
Song Siyuan nodded to everyone: "Ah, yes, I was thinking that if he wants to make money with a rickshaw, then he must not be allowed to rent a car. The money for a rickshaw in Xijing costs twenty-five yuan a month. This money can be saved for a year. I can buy several rickshaws.”
"Do you want to buy a rickshaw for him so that he can save some money?"
Before Xu Xiake finished speaking, Song Siyuan quickly shook her head:
"Not entirely. Poor people like Tang Dayang live in as many refugee camps as there are. If we only save him, we still can't save the people in the refugee camp. What I want to do is to help them establish a human rickshaw business, so that These people don’t have to pay their share of the money, so the money they earn can be kept in their own pockets, and maybe it will make them feel better.”
"Once these poor people have money, they will move out of the homeless camps to find better houses. This is why teaching a man to fish is worse than teaching him to fish."
Xu Xiake carefully considered Song Siyuan's words and said to everyone: "It is indeed feasible to fund a rickshaw shop, but according to the current price, a brand-new Oriental rickshaw costs at least fifty yuan, and the shop must have a hundred cars anyway. To be eligible to register and operate with the Transportation Department, including renting a venue on the ground, it costs at least 10,000 yuan, which is not a small amount of money."
