"So, how do you plan to help me?"
Lu Yuan was somewhat puzzled.
After all, although this existence claiming to be his Past Self had spoken rather cryptically—something about Forty-Nine and One, something about the power of the heart—he could still understand the gist of it. Put plainly, his mentality was insufficient to command those forty-eight permissions. It could also be called virtue unworthy of position, making disaster more likely. But the problem was that mentality was not something others could help or correct artificially, much less improve by force. If it could be, modern society would not have so many patients with mental illnesses. In the end, it still came down to seeing things for oneself.
Or rather, attaining enlightenment on one's own.
Of course.
A good environment was also necessary.
The reason there were so many people with mental illnesses in modern society was mainly because the pressure was too great and the population too large. Human Nature was simply like this, instinctively competing for everything. Although most people were merely swept along by the tides of the era, only a very small number could control the direction they took, and even fewer could control the tides themselves—choosing where to push them and how many people to lead along.
Therefore, given the same basic conditions,
the daily pressure in a major country with over a billion people and an ordinary country with tens of millions of people was certainly different.
Because the proportions of resource distribution were different.
Even if competition still existed,
even if human desires were endless,
once someone had a house, they wanted a bigger house.
Once they had a big house, they wanted many big houses.
But a person's abilities were limited.
If a person did not know how to share profits,
then no