Chapter 48: Ascend to the heights and look far, and concentrate on cultivation

The little boy's name was Tian Xin. There are many surnames Tian in this area, and at this moment Tian Xin is standing on a rickety small bench, even if he is wearing a cotton jacket, he looks thin.

The stove is a little high, and he stands on the stool, leaning forward, the big shovel is very out of tune with the small hand, but the skill of the hand gives the whole picture an almost eerie balance.

Ning Yi glanced forward, a large pot of potato chips, and only sprinkled a little oil and salt at random. The big shovel was tossed around, and if he hadn't thrown a handful of shallots into it before he came out of the pot, the action in the pot of ingredients was almost like something for some kind of animal to eat.

But in front of such a child, they can't even make the slightest discomfort.

Poverty is a shackle that is forced to break free, but enthusiasm and self-reliance must be respected.

Ning Yi smiled and said to Tian Xin: "Do you cook every time?"

Tian Xin shoveled a pot of potato chips into the iron basin, a little shy: "No, Aunt Zhao used to come to cook, but now she and Teacher Yuan are going back for the New Year."

Lin Wendao: "Then why are you so familiar?"

Tian Xin casually took a rag and wiped the pot, and began to cook the next dish again. His voice is small, and his Mandarin follows Li Chunliang's accent: "Everyone knows it, I cook it today, and Tian Minfang can cook it tomorrow."

As soon as these words came out, several people looked at each other again and didn't know what to say.

In addition to being ashamed, it is sad.

Ning Yi's cooking skills are not good, and his parents taught him to this day that he can only fry a few side dishes and cook a few light soups.

But the children here are only eight or nine years old on average.

The three of them surrounded Tian Xin, and when they looked back, Xiao Xuan and Jin Wenlang didn't know why they didn't come out.

Shi Qingqing patted the door with her insignificant hand: "What are you doing?" Let's eat in a while! ”

Jin Wenlang's voice came out faintly behind the door: "We are complaining to each other."

Shi Qingqing: "......"

Ning Yi: "......"

Lin Wen: "......"

Tian Xin shouted inexplicably: "Brothers, come out to eat."

These two people are simply faceless and skinless. The meals were all served, and even Li Chunliang and a few other children arrived, and the two of them came out with their faces half-covered with their pipas in their arms, and without saying anything, they sat down and ate a chopstick and cabbage casually.

Ning Yi felt that Jin Wenlang and Xiao Xuan, as two rich second generations raised like golden branches and jade leaves, could sit in this col and eat these things as if no one was there today, it was really unbelievable.

In the past few days, she has been constantly being refreshed by the people around her in her worldview, and she found that she is not a fart at all.

Why can Jin Wenlang be the chairman, why Xiao Xuan can be admitted to B University, why is Shi Qingqing a waste of firewood but is particularly persistent on the road of teaching, and why Lin Wen, as a delicate elementary school girl, can come here to suffer. Even why the children in the mountains can master skills that she can't do so early.

She suddenly discovered that in fact, many people have their own shining side, and the better ones are all glowing.

Jin Wenlang and Xiao Xuan have the temperament and calmness built up by education and cultivation, money and knowledge, they have their own set of opinions on life and respect everything. Shi Qingqing is a strong bamboo suppressed by poverty and hardship, and never lacks the courage to face difficulties, Lin Wen, although he lacks a little, but he has not caused trouble for the time being. And what about yourself? The degree is actually about the same as Lin Wen, not hard work, not outstanding, no excellence, perennial mixed with a steady mean.

She lowered her head and took a bite of the tasteless potato chips, feeling that this mountain was indeed the right place.

Hardship and poverty are a practice. Especially for those who have seen prosperity and magnificence, it is simply a good antidote to cool down and extinguish fires, so that you can know what this world was like originally.