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Chapter 138 In this world, if you want to make money, what job isn't hard work?
"100 per person, from here to the top of the mountain, no tips required." Hearing Song Zhi Ning ask instead of refusing outright, the leader became somewhat excited and hurriedly answered cautiously.

100, it's a good deal to get to the top of the mountain from here. But does she know that it's not a short distance to get to the top of Mount Sumeru from here?

100 yuan is much cheaper than the 600 or 800 yuan per person that she saw on her phone before, which also included tips.

"Xiting, would you like to sit?" Song Zhining asked Yan Xiting for her opinion.

Yan Xiting replied, "I'm fine with anything, it's up to you. I agree with you."

“Okay, then sit down,” Song Zhi Ning said. Actually, since the goal was to climb the mountain, walking would have been the best option, and Song Zhi Ning knew she had the stamina to do so. However, she ultimately chose to ride in the mountain sedan chair, carried up the mountain by several elderly people who were about the same age as her father.

The group was overjoyed and excited when Song Zhining agreed. When Song Zhining asked them if they needed to pay first, they said no, they would pay when they arrived.

Afterwards, Song Zhining and Yan Xiting each got into a mountain sedan chair.

Five people were involved; four carried the sedan chair, and one was relegated to a replacement position.

The sedan chair was lifted up, and Song Zhi Ning looked at the sunken shoulder of the person in front of her, pursed her lips, and seemed to be deep in thought.

She didn't speak, but looked at the scenery along the way.

Song Zhining thought the old men would be talking, but to her surprise, they remained quiet throughout, simply acting as unassuming sedan chair bearers as they made their way up the mountain.

They lifted it very steadily and maintained a good rhythm. Song Zhining sat on it without feeling any swaying or fear.

Only when someone can no longer hold on will someone else come in to replace them.

Occasionally, passersby would cast strange glances at the young Song Zhining and Yan Xiting being carried in sedan chairs by several men old enough to be their fathers.

Song Zhining pretended not to see it.

She simply stared at the old man's thin, slightly hunched back, lost in thought.

It wasn't until they were almost at the top of the mountain that Song Zhining took the initiative to start a conversation with them.

And their answers were also very cautious.

It was only then that Song Zhining learned that they were villagers from the nearby mountains who had come down from the mountains in order to find a way to earn a living and support their families.

The sedan chair bearers who ride on Mount Sumeru have been doing so for over a year now.

They did not talk about their respective family situations.

"...Don't you think it's very tiring to be a sedan chair bearer like this?" Song Zhining asked.

When Song Zhi Ning asked the question, Yan Xi Ting also looked at her, and at the same time, he pricked up his ears to watch.

Upon hearing Song Zhining's question, the sedan bearer in front, who was called Old Zhang, chuckled easily.

"It's tough, of course it's tough."

"But in this world, if you want to make money, what job isn't hard? It's hard, but as long as you can make money, that's fine."

"We earn money through our own hard work, and we feel more at ease with that money."

The sedan chair bearer who carried Yan Xiting chimed in, "This job is pretty good. When I was young, I used to carry huge stones, but now that I'm old, I can't carry big stones anymore, but I can still manage."

"Just one trip, 100 yuan. If you carry a few trips a day, you can earn several hundred yuan. If there are many tourists, you can carry a few more trips and earn over a thousand yuan. In a few days, you can have enough money for your child's schooling."

"Yes, it's great that they pay on time. Before, Lao Wu worked hard all year round at the construction site, but when it came time to get paid, the developer ran away and he couldn't find anyone." "Lao Zheng from our village also wanted to earn this money, but he couldn't. He was sick before and developed tremors in his hands, so he can't do this kind of work. He envies us."

……

Song Zhining had expected to hear their complaints and how difficult their lives were.

But what I heard was such positive and uplifting words.

Although they are old, they are still working hard to live a good life, working hard to earn money to support their families, and working hard to hold their homes together.

They may not be well-educated and can only do manual labor, but they can earn money through hard work. Although the money they earn is hard-earned, they feel at peace with it.

For a moment, she couldn't help but be moved.

She didn't ask any further about their family circumstances.

But she knew it couldn't be that good; if it were, she wouldn't need to work so hard to earn money.

Seemingly recognizing that Song Zhining and Yan Xiting were easy to talk to, the group then shared stories about Mount Sumeru and their experiences over the past year with Song Zhining and Yan Xiting, creating a cheerful and harmonious atmosphere.

Song Zhining listened attentively, occasionally chiming in with a few words.

Before we knew it, we had arrived at the mountain.

The sedan chair was gently lowered, and Song Zhining got out and immediately scanned the QR code to pay.

Despite the cold weather, Song Zhining noticed that everyone's foreheads were beaded with sweat, but as the payment was received, smiles appeared on their faces.

Luckily, they encountered someone who wanted to take a sedan chair down the mountain, so they picked up another passenger.

Before leaving, Song Zhining asked them, "Do you think it's wrong for young people like us to have to pay to ride in your sedan chairs up the mountain? After all, we are so young, while you who are carrying us are old."

Old Wu was taken aback for a moment, then said, "What's wrong with that? One spends money, and the other makes money. Isn't that reasonable? You're willing to sit, and we make money. We're happy!"

As he spoke, he revealed a simple and honest smile, then bid farewell to Song Zhi Ning and Yan Xi Ting, and hurried off to carry the person away.

Song Zhining watched them carry the others down the mountain.

"Xiting, thank you. I think I've seen the most beautiful scenery in the world on this trip to Mount Sumeru."

Yan Xiting looked in the direction of her gaze, and seemed to understand. She smiled and said, "That's good. But since we've already arrived at the mountain, let's take a look at the scenery. I think it's nice to see the high mountains and vast clouds."

Song Zhi Ning gave a soft "hmm," feeling that the trip had been worthwhile, and her state of mind seemed different from before.

So, when she returned to Brilliant Entertainment, Song Zhi Ning invited Charles and told him about her plans.

"Young Miss, do you mean you plan to send pensions to elderly people struggling to make ends meet in rural areas across the country every month?" Charles knew that wealthy people often did some charity work or donations, but he never expected that his young lady's charity work would be so unique and unconventional.

"Yes, the conditions for receiving it are that the elderly in rural areas do not have a retirement pension, live in hardship, and have never done anything wrong. As long as they meet the conditions, they can receive a pension of 1500 yuan per month."

This 1500 yuan was something Song Zhining thought about for a long time on her way back from Mount Sumeru.

Charles frowned after hearing this.

“Young Miss, Charles understands your intentions and good intentions. Although you have a lot of assets, you should take into account the large population of Jia Kingdom.”