Phu Thê Nhà Nghèo Novels & Stories

Zhou Fu asked Chen Chen's mother. “Yes, the Shanxin District accounts for the most guinea pigs to Yianju Headquarters. It's because we are too poor. Young Master is lucky to be born rich, you know, poor people live with no choice in our life. Instead, life has chosen a path for us, a very sad path." “How many families are there left in this District?”

"Xiaotian, what are you doing? Do you want to buy a house here?" Zhou Fuzhu couldn't believe it. He stood at the door and hesitated, not daring to go in. Zhou Tian was not surprised when he saw his adoptive father's reaction. After all, his adoptive father had been honest for a lifetime and had always been poverty-stricken. He probably didn't even dare to think about buying a house here. "This is called poverty limited imagination." "Brother, stop it. The minimum price of the houses here is at least one million yuan, not to mention those villas, at least more than ten million yuan..."

Who could not be? Getting that kind of amount in a blink of an eye is such a blessing coming from heaven that falls upon us amongst the billions of people around the world. All these years, the family I had has been suffering from extreme poverty. My mom, Charise, works as a street vendor while my dad, Virgil, also works as a garbage collector. However, their income combined was still not enough to fill and fit our daily needs. Some people, especially our loquacious and "nothing-to-do" neighbors, considered my parents disgusting, pitiful, and irresponsible for having four poor children despite the adversaries of life.