บท 884: Our Generation's Model

"She has to serve her difficult mother-in-law and take care of her three children. The only source of income for her family is the few acres of land. My biological father was an official worker at the railway bureau at that time. He earned 600 yuan a month. Logically speaking, the three of us should be living a good life."

"Six hundred yuan? That was a big number in the 90s." Zhou Hang was a little surprised.

Ji Zi'ang smiled faintly. "Yes, 600 yuan was a lot in those days. It was my tuition for a year. However, not a single cent of that money went to my mother, and it was rarely spent on the three of us. I will always remember that one autumn before school reopened, my mother took me to borrow money for my tuition. She carefully smiled. The money accidentally fell to the ground, and she carefully picked it up. At that time, I swore that when I grew up, I would be filial to my mother and not let her live those days of being at the mercy of others."