It is often said that wisdom is in the heads of the Chinese, 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, coupled 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.