"Fu Xing, what a nice name."

Lin Ming praised him.

Then asked: "How old are you?"

"I am ten years old and in second grade." Fu Xing said.

“Awesome!”

Lin Ming pinched his cheek.

He always feels that Fu Xing's ten-year-old is much more sensible than those ten-year-old children in Landao City.

"Uncle, what are you doing in our village?" Fu Xing asked.

"We..."

Lin Ming thought for a while: "We just heard that there are many little stars here, so we came to take a look."

"Little Xingxing is talking about us?" Fu Xing asked.

"Haha, Fu Xing is so smart!" Lin Ming laughed.

"Uncle, come to my house. My mother has cooked rice, and she asked me to come and feed you." Fu Xing said.

"Really? Thank you then!"

Lin Ming turned to look at the others.

It should have been arranged by Fu Qingyuan.

Many villagers came out and invited everyone to their homes for dinner using words they couldn't understand.

Zhao Yijin was following a little girl towards a mud house.

"Uncle, come quickly, my mother has stewed bacon!" Fu Xing urged.

When he mentioned 'bacon', he swallowed hard, his little face full of anticipation.

Follow Fu Xing home.

Lin Ming saw two children sitting on the earthen kang that was also piled with yellow mud.

A little boy and a little girl, both looked to be only five or six years old.

There was a porcelain bowl in front of them, with a few holes in it. They were probably waiting to eat.

"Hello."

Fu Xing's parents walked up to Lin Ming.

Even if poverty left traces on their faces, Lin Ming could still see it.

These two people are definitely not as old as me, they are in their mid-twenties at most.

In other words, Fu Xing was already born when they were sixteen or seventeen.

"Hello." Lin Ming nodded lightly.

"Sit down quickly, sit down quickly."

Fu Xing's father took Lin Ming to the kang and wiped it with his sleeves, as if he was afraid of getting Lin Ming's clothes dirty.

"My name is Lin Ming." Lin Ming introduced himself first.

"My name is Fu Zheng, and this is my wife Feng Xia." Fu Zheng said quickly.

He was filled with inferiority complex in front of people like Lin Ming.

After entertaining Lin Ming, Fu Zheng followed Feng Xia to the kitchen, wondering what he was busy with.

Lin Ming asked Fu Xing: "Are these your younger brothers and sisters?"

"Um!"

Fu Xing nodded: "My brother's name is Fu Yang, and my sister's name is Fu Yue."

"Did your parents pluck the sun, moon, and stars from the sky?" Lin Ming said with a smile.

Perhaps he sensed Lin Ming's affinity.

Fu Yang and Fu Yue are not so scared anymore.

They circled around Lin Ming, their big eyes full of curiosity.

This is the first time since they were born that they have seen such beautiful clothes and such beautiful shoes.

besides……

Such a unique schoolbag.

"Uncle, where are you from?" Fu Xing asked.

"Donglin Province, Landao City, a city by the sea, have you heard of it?" Lin Ming said softly.

"I know Landao City. The teacher taught us that the sea there is very beautiful!" Fu Xing suddenly became excited.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will take you to Blue Island City to play, okay?" Lin Ming said.

"Okay, okay!"

to the cheers of the three children.

Feng Xia brought a bowl of vegetables.

It is indeed a ‘pot’.

There are no exquisite bowls, chopsticks, or gorgeous dinner plates.

Just a rusty iron basin.

It should be wild vegetables in the mountains.

Mixed with a few slices of crystal clear bacon.

Fu Zheng brought some black-faced steamed buns, which seemed to have been steamed just now and were still steaming.

In addition, there are some steamed buns.

This is today's dinner.

"Let's eat." Fu Zheng said with a simple smile.

Neither he nor Feng Xia explained much.

But Lin Ming could guess it from the dancing expressions on the faces of the three children.

This family should treat themselves with the best food.

"Okay, let's eat."

Lin Ming did not show any sign of disdain.

Instead, it’s full of heartache!

Think about what you eat on a daily basis?

Let’s take a look at what Fu Zheng’s family eats now.

Even before he got rich, even if he went back twenty years.

The food is better than here!

The backwardness of Tumin villages lasts more than just a few decades?

This meal was tasteless to Lin Ming.

One is because Fu Zheng's family doesn't have that much food.

One is because Lin Ming is really not in the mood.

On the contrary, the three brothers and sisters Fu Xing looked like they were devouring their food.

While Lin Ming sighed, he gave the bacon that Fu Zheng specially brought to him and gave it to Fu Xing and the others.

"Isn't it delicious?" Feng Xia whispered.

"delicious."

Lin Ming quickly picked up the bowl and ate the wild vegetables.

Fu Zheng and Feng Xia prepared the black-faced steamed buns for him, and even the three children had no choice but to eat the steamed buns.

…

That night.

The bright moon shines high.

Lin Ming sat in front of Fu Zheng's house and looked ahead quietly.

The three children were still playing at home, and Feng Xia was accompanying them.

Fu Zheng walked out of the house and knelt down next to Lin Ming.
To be continued...