The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

The old man was very happy.

"Fu Xing, what a nice name."

Lin Ming praised.

He asked again: "How old are you?"

"I'm ten years old and in the second grade." Fu Xing said.

"Great!"

Lin Ming pinched his cheeks.

He always felt that Fu Xing was much more sensible at the age of ten than those 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 see."

"Little stars, are you talking about us?" Fu Xing asked.

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

"Uncle, come to my house. My mother has cooked dinner. She asked me to call you to eat." Fu Xing said.

"Really? Thank you!"

Lin Ming turned to look at the others.

It should be arranged by Fu Qingyuan.

Many villagers came out and invited everyone to eat at home in a way that they could not understand.

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

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

When he said "bacon", he swallowed hard, and his little face was full of expectation.

Follow Fu Xing home.

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

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

In front of them was a porcelain bowl with several cracks on it. They should be waiting for dinner.

"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 were definitely not older than himself,

which meant that they had already given birth to Fu Xing.

"Hello." Lin Ming nodded gently.

"Sit down, sit down."

Fu Xing's father brought Lin Ming to the kang and wiped the kang with his sleeves again, as if he was afraid of dirtying Lin Ming's clothes.

"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 hurriedly.

In front of someone like Lin Ming, he was full of inferiority.

After inviting Lin Ming to sit down, Fu Zheng followed Feng Xia to the kitchen, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Lin Ming asked Fu Xing: "Is this your brother and sister?"

"Yes!"

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

"Your parents have picked the sun, moon, and stars from the sky?" Lin Ming smiled.

Perhaps they felt Lin Ming's affinity.

Fu Yang and Fu Yue were not so scared anymore.

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

Since they were born, it was the first time they saw such beautiful clothes and shoes.

And...

Such a strange 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 Landao City to play, okay?" Lin Ming said.

"Okay, okay!"

Amid the cheers of the three children.

Feng Xia brought a pot of food.

It was indeed a 'pot'.

There were no exquisite bowls and chopsticks, nor gorgeous plates.

It was just a rusty iron pot.

It should be wild vegetables in the mountains.

Mixed with a few slices of crystal clear bacon.

Fu Zheng brought a few black steamed buns, which seemed to have just been steamed and were still steaming.

In addition, there were some steamed buns.

This is today's dinner.

"Let's eat." Fu Zheng smiled honestly.

He and Feng Xia did not explain too much.

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

This family should be using the best food to treat him.

"Okay, let's eat."

Lin Ming did not show any disgust.

Instead, he was full of heartache!

Think about what you usually eat?

Look at what Fu Zheng's family eats now?

Even before he made his fortune, even if he went back twenty years.

The food is better than here!

The backwardness of the native village has been more than a few decades?

Lin Ming ate this meal tastelessly.

One is because Fu Zheng's family does not have so much food.

One is because

Lin Ming was really in no mood.

On the contrary, Fu Xing and his two siblings looked like they were wolfing down their food.

While sighing, Lin Ming shared the bacon that Fu Zheng had specially picked for him with Fu Xing and the others.

"Is it not tasty?" Feng Xia whispered.

"Delicious, delicious."

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

The black-faced steamed buns were prepared by Fu Zheng and Feng Xia for him, and even the three children had to eat the steamed buns.

...

It was night.

The moon was shining brightly.

Lin Ming sat at the door of Fu Zheng's house, looking ahead quietly.

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

Fu Zheng walked out of the house and squatted beside Lin Ming.

"I'm sorry..." Fu Zheng said.

Lin Ming was stunned for a moment: "Why do you say that?"

"We, we are too poor here." Fu Zheng said.

Lin Ming smiled: "Tonight, we should cook wild vegetables from the mountains, right? And bacon. Only here can we eat the most authentic bacon. We can't even buy it."

Fu Zheng felt relieved: "Then I'll bring you some when you leave."

Lin Ming's nose was sour.

They can only eat it once or twice a year, and they still want to bring some for themselves?

Fu Zheng next to him took out tobacco leaves and cigarette paper.

He also smokes, but they are all rolled tobacco leaves.

"Smoke mine."

Lin Ming took out a soft medium: "No other meaning, just let you try it."

"Soft medium?!"

Fu Zheng's eyes widened.

"I heard about this cigarette. It seems to cost more than 70 yuan a pack. You are really rich!"

Lin Ming didn't say anything.

After he lit up Fu Zheng's cigarette, he lit up another one for himself.

He then asked: "How do you make money?"

"Growing crops." Fu Zheng answered honestly.

"How much do you earn a year?"

"If I'm lucky, I can earn 1,300 or 400 yuan. If I'm unlucky, even 1,000 yuan is not enough."

As he got to know Lin Ming, Fu Zheng could feel that Lin Ming did not dislike their ideas.

So he was much more relaxed when talking.

He was happily smoking the cigarette in his hand, looking very happy.

"Why don't you go out and find a job?" Lin Ming asked again.

"My parents are sick, and there are three children at home. Feng Xia can't take care of them by herself." Fu Zheng said.

Lin Ming sighed lightly and stuffed the cigarette he had just opened into Fu Zheng's hand.

"This... I can't take it!" Fu Zheng was shocked.

Cigarettes that cost more than 70 yuan a box are simply luxury goods among luxury goods for him.

"Take it, I still have more." Lin Ming said.

Fu Zheng refused for a long time, but in the end he couldn't beat Lin Ming and could only accept it with embarrassment.