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Let's start with "Providing for the Elderly" in Chapter 139!

There are over a billion people in Jiaguo. Even if the young lady sets the conditions, Charles thinks there will definitely be a lot of eligible elderly people in rural areas by then.

Each person receives 1500 yuan, and they receive it every month, and then every year until they die. Charles can imagine what an astronomical sum that is.

“Young Miss, this is not something you should do. It should be done by the Jia Kingdom government. That is their responsibility.”

“Grandpa Charles, I understand, but as you said, Jia Kingdom is too big, and there will always be places that the authorities can’t take care of. Now that I’ve seen it, I want to do what I can to help.”

Song Zhining always remembered her principle: "When poor, maintain your own integrity; when successful, benefit all under heaven."

“Grandpa Charles, money is just something external to me. You can’t take it with you when you die. If I can use it to help more people in need, I’m happy to do so.”

"I know that this will definitely require a lot of money, but I will work hard to earn it!"

Charles gazed intently at his young mistress, eventually moved by the sincerity in her eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder why, out of the vast sea of ​​people, the old master would choose the eldest daughter as his heir and regard her as his goddaughter. He thought, perhaps this was the reason.

Finally, Charles placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly. "Young Miss, whatever you wish to do, Charles will do for you."

Charles acted swiftly, contacting the relevant officials in Jia Kingdom on the same day in Song Zhi Ning's name.

When the Jia Kingdom government learned that a wealthy individual was willing to provide a monthly pension of 1500 yuan to elderly people in rural areas who were struggling financially, they naturally agreed to it, deeming it a great act of kindness.

Thus, the "Song Family Pension Fund" was established, initially selecting rural areas under 10 cities for implementation. If it goes well, it will be gradually extended to the whole country.

Soon, the authorities in these 10 cities began advertising in the news, encouraging eligible seniors to register.

In Shiyan Village, Shi Quan, who is in his seventies, is carrying a little boy of about two years old on his back, moving bags of cement. Recently, a family in Shiyan Village is building a new house, and Shi Quan finally got a job moving cement and bricks.

This time, it just so happens that we're moving cement.

In contrast to him, those who were busy with him were all young people, or at least middle-aged people.

He's getting old. When he was young, he worked in the city and could carry heavy loads, climbing up to the tenth floor of Shiquan in one go. Now he's carrying cement, panting heavily, but he hasn't stopped.

The child on his back clung tightly to Shi Quan's neck, neither crying nor making a fuss.

If you look closely, you can see that the child's face is noticeably different from that of an ordinary child.

A new worker, seeing this scene, found it very strange and quietly asked someone about it.

People from Shiyan Village knew some of this.

He sighed and said, "That was a poor old man..."

Her husband passed away in middle age, and her only son also died two years ago. Her daughter-in-law gave birth to a child with Down syndrome. Having lost her husband and having a child with Down syndrome, her daughter-in-law couldn't bear it and ran away, never to return.

So, Shi Quan, who was in his seventies and lived in the old house, took on the heavy responsibility of raising his grandson and treating his illness.

“His family is poor, and the only jobs he can do are these physically demanding ones.” “Back when we were paying the grain tax, Uncle Shi was always the first in our Shiyan Village. He was a good man and a kind man. Now they depend on each other for survival. The grandfather is the grandson’s only support, and the grandson is the grandfather’s only source of emotional support.”

"So now, whenever someone in the village needs help, people will think of helping them out."

"I see……"

When it was lunchtime, everyone else was wolfing down their food, but Shi Quan didn't eat. Instead, he immediately fed his grandson.

At this moment, the village party secretary suddenly ran excitedly to Shi Quan.

"Uncle Shi, good news! A wealthy man is coming to donate pension funds to eligible elderly people in rural areas. Each person receives 1500 yuan a month. Come and fill out the application form with me so we can register it quickly."

"What?" Shi Quan and everyone else present were stunned when they first heard it.

Is there really a free pension of 1500 yuan that you can get?

"Village Party Secretary, this can't be fake, can it?"

"Of course it can't be fake. It's on our local TV news, so it must be true. The first thing I thought of when I saw it was Uncle Shiquan. Uncle, if you could have an extra 1500 yuan a month, your life and Zhuangzhuang's life wouldn't be so difficult. Maybe you could even save some money for Zhuangzhuang's medical treatment."

"Come with me to register and apply."

"Ah, okay, okay." Although Shi Quan didn't have much hope and felt that it was impossible for something good to happen to him, he still went along.

Not only in Shiquan, but also many other eligible people, were notifying each other as soon as they saw the news, encouraging eligible elderly people to apply.

For example, there's Grandma Wu Chunni, who's almost eighty years old and lives with her granddaughter who's in high school. They support her granddaughter's education by growing vegetables. Right now, in the pouring rain, her small, hunched body is trembling as she sells vegetables...

For example, Wang Xiangqi, an elderly man in his seventies, who had raised and worked hard for his children all his life, was demented and abandoned by his four children and even kept in a pigsty. It wasn't until his youngest son took pity on him and brought him back to care for him that his fifth son took pity on him and took him in. Even though his own family was struggling, as long as he had food to eat, he would never forget his father and would not let the old man, who had bent his back from working hard for his children all his life, lose his dignity in his old age. If they could apply for this pension for their father, 1500 yuan a month would be enough to live on.

There's also an 80-year-old man who lives alone on the streets, performing acrobatics, and trying his best to make a living...

With this 1500 yuan per month, perhaps their lives could be different.

Song Zhining looked at her computer. The news about the "Song Family Pension Fund" had already become a trending topic. She saw many netizens sharing stories of elderly people in their village who were in difficult circumstances, hoping that those who met the criteria could receive this pension.

Song Zhining spent the entire night reading these stories.

She suddenly remembered a saying: "I can read the classics, but I can't control what happens outside the window. It's me to feel pity, it's me to stand idly by, it's me to empathize, and it's also me to feel powerless...!" A person like me is actually just hypocritical, with a compassionate heart but no determination to bring warmth to this world!

Song Zhining couldn't remember when or how old she had read this passage.

But after only seeing it once, she memorized it perfectly.

She didn't have the ability before, but now she does.

So, since we feel compassion, let's stop standing idly by. Since we have the ability, let's strive to bring more help and warmth to this world, starting with ensuring that the elderly are cared for.

I can never shake this habit: without realizing it, I mix my immature thoughts and feelings into my writing, always hoping that many of the world's misfortunes can be resolved in my novels. A new commission is coming soon; I hope everyone won't find it boring.