Chen Hujiao furrowed his brow, "Ah Huan."
"I'm terrified of poverty, Brother Ju! As a kid, I shared a pair of pants with my brothers. When I grew up, I joined the army. After getting out, I achieved nothing. It's not easy for a man to find the right direction in life. I feel that being a soldier and eating the army's grain is what suits me."
Ye Jihuan laughed, "Mother Ancestor bless!"
Truly scared of poverty, who hasn't suffered in their childhood? People always talk about cherishing the present by remembering past hardships, but who actually wants to reminisce about the hard times?
If you're poor, you consider change; if you change, you'll understand; if you understand, you'll succeed!
Isn't it just selling your life? Whom you sell it to doesn't matter!
Seeing him so determined, Chen Hujiao sighed, patted Ye Jihuan on the shoulder, and said nothing more to dissuade him. Soldiers are a stubborn lot.
"Brother Huan, I want to go too!" Zhang Ziqiang teetered on the edge.
