Jewish homeschooling

In 1992, I returned to Israel, where my thirteen-year-old, twelve-year-old, and ten-year-old daughter remained in China temporarily. My father was Jewish and fled to Shanghai during World War II, where he gave birth to me. My mother abandoned us when I was very young, and when my father died at the age of twelve, I became an orphan. When I grew up, I worked in a copper factory in Shanghai. After getting married and having three children, my husband left us. After the formal establishment of diplomatic relations between China and Israel, with a sense of escape, I became one of the first Jewish descendants to return to Israel.

The days of first arriving in Israel were much more difficult than expected. I don't know the language there, I don't know the immigration policy (new immigrants can have a settlement fee). With savings from Shanghai that could only last three months of living expenses, I began to attack Hebrew, learn the most basic language of life, and then I set up a small stall on the side of the road to sell spring rolls.

Israel's official currency is the shekel, one shekel is exchanged for two yuan, the smaller value is yagolo, and one shekel is equal to one hundred yagolo. My spring roll stall earns a dozen shekels a day.

When my stall business slowly stabilized, in May 1993, I took all three of my children to Israel.

When the children first arrived in Israel, they were rebuked by their neighbors. I have always adhered to the Chinese principle of "no matter how hard you are, you can't be bitter children": I send my children to school, and when they go to school, I sell spring rolls. After school, they came to the spring roll stall, and I made them ravioli strips on the small stove.

One day, while three children were sitting around the small stove waiting for me to cook, the neighbor came over and reprimanded the boss: "You should learn to help your mother, instead of watching your mother busy here, like a waste." Then, the neighbor turned his head and scolded me: "Don't bring that backward Chinese education to Israel, don't think that if you have a child, you are the mother..."

The neighbor's words were very hurtful, and the boss and I were very uncomfortable, but I comforted the boss: "It's okay, mom can hold on, I like to take care of you." But the boss said, "Perhaps, she is right, the next day is prayer day, and the children will be out of school at noon." The boss sat next to me, learning the way I was, stuffing the beaten spring roll skin, rolling it into a finished product, and then frying it in a frying pan. His movements were a little clumsy at first, but then he became more and more skilled...

The transformation of the boss was so great that I could not even imagine myself, in addition to helping me make spring rolls, he also proposed that they take the spring rolls to school to sell to classmates. Every morning, he and his younger siblings each brought twenty spring rolls to school, and when they came back from school, they would give me all the income from selling spring rolls. I feel very sad that they have to bear the burden of life at a young age. However, they did not show the kind of grievances I imagined, and they said that they slowly began to like the feeling of making money.

The neighbor's wife told me that "making money starts with dolls" is the best way to get an education. Children are indoctrinated with this philosophy in school. They are more receptive to this Jewish law than I am.

I began to give them the opportunity to make money, and I wholesaled them at the price of thirty Yagoro per spring roll, and when they brought them to school, they could sell it at a premium, and the profit part was at their disposal. The way the three children sold spring rolls was completely different: the third was more honest, according to the old price, fifty Yagolos a retail, earned four hundred Yagolo; the second used wholesale means, forty Yagolo directly sold all the spring rolls to the school restaurant, although there were only two hundred Yagolo profits, he told me that the restaurant agreed to let him send a hundred spring rolls every day; the old man's way was more unexpected, he held a lecture at the school "Take You into China", and he taught him what he had seen in China. The gimmick of the lecture is that you can taste the delicious Chinese spring rolls for free, but you need to buy a person's field ticket, each person ten Yagolo, each spring roll has been carefully divided into ten parts by him, he received two hundred listeners, the human field coupon income of two thousand Yagolo, after handing over the school's five hundred Yagolo site fees, the profit is fifteen hundred Yagolo.

The children's studies were not affected in any way, in order to figure out more and more updated ways to make money. They work hard to learn and think.

The eldest studied immigration law in law class. He told me that families like us could go to the immigration office to collect the settlement fee. I went half-heartedly, and as a result I got back six thousand shekels, and then the boss said that because he had given me information, I should pay him a 10% honorarium, I hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to give him the big money of six hundred shekels, and after he got the money, he bought me and my younger siblings beautiful gifts, and the rest of the money, he said he would take it to change more money.

The boss used this honorarium to mail-order a batch of stationery that was very cheap in China, and then went to the school to sell it, and the profit was invested to continue to buy, and a year later, the amount on his account had exceeded two thousand shekels.

Although the eldest is very good at making money, in fact, the second brother understands the essence of Jewish law better than he does—the common point of the Jews is to engage in industries that do not require investment. With his fourteen-year-old age and writing, the second eldest actually set up his own column in the newspaper, specifically introducing the customs and customs of Shanghai, handing in two articles a week, each with a thousand words, and eight thousand Yagolos per month.

The third is a girl, because she is more reserved, and she has not shown a talent for making money, but I am pleased to see in her the optimism and elegance of the Jews in life. She learned to make tea and dim sum, and every night, she would carefully brew a pot of black tea with her own dim sum with different flavors, and the family would sit down and eat and chat - the third old's dim sum was a bit of a Chinese and Western combination, and both brothers loved it. However, these snacks are not free, and the dim sum fees paid by the two brothers, in addition to the cost and the cost that needs to be handed to me every day, the third brother can also live a very moist life.

When our family's funds became more and more abundant, our family of four jointly opened our family's Chinese restaurant. I own 40% of the shares, the eldest 30%, the second 20%, the third 10%. Our restaurant became more and more famous, Rabin met me, and I became a celebrity in Israel. By this time I had full control of Hebrew, and with my native language Chinese, I was finally invited by the Israeli National Diamond Company to serve as the chief representative to China.

When I returned to China, my children followed me back to China. After returning home, the teacher came to me. She said my kids were selling goods from Israel on campus, and she advised me to discipline them well. I told her that I had no right to interfere with my children's behavior, that this was how they earned their tuition – because, I was no longer responsible for all their study fees, and the teacher's eyes widened...

In the subsequent college entrance examination, the eldest entered the Tourism College, he said that he wanted to become a professional tourism talent, and then went to Israel to open his own tourism company, monopolizing the operation of Chinese tourism; the next year, the second was admitted to the Shanghai Overseas Chinese College, he said that his ideal is to be a writer, without any investment and dedication to make profits; the third said that she would go to learn Chinese cooking, become a top pastry chef, and then go to open the best pastry shop in Israel...

I find that many Chinese parents live in a left-right ambivalence, hoping that their children will become rich in the future, but also seem to be afraid that their children will be addicted to money prematurely – just as they hope that their children will have a happy family in the future, but they are afraid of their children's early love. This is a typical Ye Gonghaolong - Jews greet their children with the sound of tapping gold coins, making money is the ultimate goal of their lives, as for education and learning are the process that must be experienced in order to achieve this goal - and Chinese parents, even if they have great expectations in their hearts, never choose to pick this topic. Is this sentence difficult to say? In fact, it is just a simple sentence: "Child, I want to be a rich mother..."