It is often said that wisdom is in the heads of the Chinese people, and money is in the pockets of the Jews. It is respectable to be able to provide valuable products or services and earn profits reasonably and legally. Ma Yun also said that it is immoral for companies not to make money. So, Chinese wisdom, combined with the sensitivity of Jews to money, may equal a new rich man. Let's see how a Jewish Chinese mother raised her children to become rich.

In 1992, when I returned to Israel, my 13-year-old eldest, 12-year-old second, and 10-year-old youngest daughter were all temporarily in China. Choosing to return to Israel at that time was a complete dead end: my father, a Jew, fled to Shanghai during World War II and gave birth to me at that time.

My mother abandoned us when I was very young, and my father died when I was 12, leaving me an orphan. When I grew up, I worked as a manual worker in a copper factory in Shanghai. After getting married and having three children, my husband left us.

Staying in Shanghai, my eyes were full of painful memories. Just then, China and Israel officially established diplomatic relations, and with a sense of escape, I became one of the first Jewish descendants to return to Israel. The first days in Israel were much more difficult than imagined.

I didn't know the language there (Old Hebrew, taught by my father, is no longer spoken in Israel), I didn't know about immigration incentives (newcomers get a stipend), and I had no idea how to survive on the streets of Tel Aviv.

The savings I had brought with me from Shanghai only covered three months of living expenses. I had to find a way to make money and bring my children to me sooner rather than later. I studied Hebrew and learned the most basic language of life. Then I set up a small stall selling spring rolls with the smallest investment on the roadside. The official currency of Israel is the shekel, which is exchanged for 2 yuan per shekel, and the smaller currency is the yagolo, which is equal to 100 yagolo.

My spring roll stand earns a dozen shekels a day. When the business of my stand slowly stabilized, in May 1993, I brought all three children to Israel. When the children first arrived in Israel, they were criticized by many neighbors.

In the past, when I was in China, I have always adhered to the principle that no matter how hard it is, I will still be my qualified Chinese mother when I arrive in Israel: I send my children to school, and when they go to school, I sell spring rolls. When school is over in the afternoon, they come to the spring roll stand, and I close down and make them wonton noodles on the small stove.

One day, when the three children were sitting around the small stove waiting for me to cook, the neighbor came over and reprimanded the eldest: You are already a big child, you should learn to help your mother, instead of watching her busy and like waste.

Then, the neighbor turned around and reprimanded me: Don't think that you are a mother after giving birth to a child. You should teach them to be independent. The words of neighbors are very hurtful. My eldest and I are very uncomfortable. After returning home, I comforted my eldest: It's alright, my mother can hold on, I like to take care of you. However, the eldest said: Maybe, she is right. Mom, let me try to take care of my younger siblings

The next day was a prayer day, and the children were out of school at noon. When I came to my stall, the eldest brother sat next to me, following my example, wrapped the stuffed spring roll skins, rolled them into finished products, and then fried them in a frying pan. His movements were a little clumsy at first, but then became more and more proficient. The transformation of the eldest brother was so great that even I couldn't imagine it. In addition to helping me make spring rolls, he also offered to take the finished spring rolls to school to sell to classmates.

 Every morning, he and his siblings bring 20 spring rolls to school, and when they come back from school, they hand over to me all the 10 shekels each from selling spring rolls. I feel very sad that they have to bear the burden of life at a young age. But they don't show the grievance I imagined. They say they are slowly starting to like the feeling of making money.

My neighbor's wife often comes to chat with me and tells me how a regular Jewish family should operate and how to educate children - Jews never think that making money is an activity that needs to reach a certain age to carry out, just as education in China starts from a baby, they always think that making money from a baby is the best way to educate.

The neighbor's wife told me that in Jewish families, children don't get free food and care. Everything has a price. Every child must learn to earn money in order to get everything they need. I find this kind of education cruel and not so easy to accept. However, the children are also instilled in this philosophy in school. They accept this principle of sparsity more easily than I do. So I decided to change my old habits and try to raise them to become Jewish.

First of all, our family established a paid living mechanism, and everything in the family is no longer used for free, including the meals and services provided by my mother. For a meal at home, you need to pay me 100 Yagolo for the cost, and you need to pay 50 Yagolo for a laundry. At the same time, I give them the opportunity to make money. I wholesale them at the price of 30 Yagolo per spring roll. After they bring it to school, they can sell it at a higher price, and the profit part is discretionary.

The first afternoon after returning, I learned that the three children sold spring rolls in a very different way: the third was more honest, according to the old price, 50 Yagolo each retail, earning 400 Yagolo; the second used wholesale means, 40 Yagolo directly sold all the spring rolls to the school cafeteria, although only 200 Yagolo profit, but he told me that the restaurant agreed to let him send 100 spring rolls every day.

The boss's approach was rather unexpected. He held a lecture at the school that took you into China, where he lectured on the experiences in China. The gimmick of the lecture was that you could taste delicious Chinese spring rolls for free, but you needed to buy an admission ticket, 10 yagolo per person. Each spring roll was carefully divided into 10 parts by him. He received 200 listeners, and the admission ticket income was 2000 yagolo. After paying the school's 500 yagolo venue fee, the profit was 1500 yagolo.