Last month, my middle school dropout niece did something that I still can't get over to this day.

She took 1,200 yuan, sat on a hard-seat train from our hometown, and went to Xinjiang.
She traveled for 16 days, visited Kanas and Sayram Lake, and even had a big plate of chicken.
When she returned, she still had 300 yuan in her pocket.
I asked her how she managed it. She said, "I met a sister who was driving, and I crashed her meals for eight days, and slept in a tent for two nights."
I was just marveling at how lucky she was, and she added, "Oh, that sister also introduced me to a job in Urumqi, with a monthly salary of 6,000, including food and accommodation."
I didn't even have time to congratulate her when she suddenly sighed, "But I didn't go."
"Why?"
"Because that sister said if I went, her husband would get jealous."
I was stunned for three seconds.
Turns out, all the free things in this world come with a hidden price tag you can't afford.
She still hasn't told me what exactly happened during those eight days. Do you think I should ask?