"When you have money in the future, make sure to learn how to spend it well," Jiang Xiaobai said to Qin Xianglian with a smile.
Qin Xianglian replied coldly, "Me having money? Can gold be dug out of the fields? I'm just a farmer, and I don't aim for great wealth in this life, just for safety and peace."
Jiang Xiaobai laughed, "Life is full of opportunities. You're so young; there are plenty of chances for you. Your life has a long way to go; you're not eighty yet."
Qin Xianghe laughed, "Xianglian, he's right."
Qin Xianglian, not daring to have any hopes for the future, said, "Sister, everyone can talk big. But look at our village—who hasn't been dealing with the soil for generations? Who has ever succeeded?"
Jiang Xiaobai asked, "Have you ever thought about why this happens?"
"Never thought about it, nor do I need to. It's just fate," Qin Xianglian said.
