Daily Life in the 70s

Yiguang frowned as he thought of something and then said to her, "Wife, people out there are complex. When we first start interacting with them, we can’t just agree to help them out on a whim."

Pei Min knitted her brows and looked at him, "Why are you suddenly saying this?"

"That Wen Qing seems like a deep thinker. You are innocent by nature and grew up in a simple environment; those complex human affairs, if we can avoid getting involved, we should. Don’t end up being sold out and even count the money for the buyer. And that Qiao Ying, is she after your craftsmanship or genuinely wants to be your friend? It’s hard to say. After all, we didn’t meet in the same familiar environment, and neither side understands the other well. Suddenly she wants to consult you about your skill, how can you know how sincere she is?"

He had been through the ups and downs of military life for over a decade and had long since learned to look beyond appearances. Sometimes he would even pay attention to the purpose behind actions, which on many occasions had helped him avoid some underhanded tactics.

Pei Min nodded her head, but she couldn’t just conclude that people had ulterior motives, "My skills aren’t anything special. Anyone can figure them out with a bit of thought. Aren’t we all just simple folk? Where would they get all these schemes?"

Yiguang didn’t say much more, "Just be a bit more cautious yourself. If anything comes up, remember to tell me."

Pei Min agreed.

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As the light finally dimmed completely, Yiguang hastened her to take a bath and rest early for the night.