Zhao Chuchu patted Jixiang on the shoulder and said, "Everyone is good at different things. You have to believe in yourself that you can do it."
"However, Mrs. Xie, I am illiterate," Jixiang said softly. "The women will not trust me."
"Then, you should start learning now. Do you know when the best time is to plant a tree?"
Jixiang shook her head.
"The best time was 10 years ago. The next best time is now. You have a good memory. If you put in some effort, I'm sure you'll be able to master it."
"Can I actually do it?"
"You can."
Jixiang felt as though she had hit the jackpot. She felt that everything was so surreal.
Ever since her parents died, everyone scolded her for being a bringer of misfortune and that her parents had accumulated eight lifetimes' worth of bad luck to have given birth to her.
However, she now encountered such good fortune that she had never dared to imagine.
