My father is a blacksmith, my son is a civil engineer - a memory written for recent and future college entrance examination students
Although people are low in the dust, the innate wisdom and talent of this nation, engraved in genes, will always penetrate helplessness and grow in unimaginable places.
I have always had a strong affection for the craftsmen in the ancient town, whether they are carpenters, masons, tailors, blacksmiths, wheelwrights, locksmiths, or brewers.
This is not only due to their ingenuity and hard work to support their families; but also because they seem to have a different understanding of the profession they are engaged in and the people and things around them than ordinary people, especially senior and accomplished masters. , some things, expressed in their unique language, are always interesting and even eye-catching.
A few years later, after experiencing some things, I seem to gradually understand that this is a kind of enlightenment in life, brewed with hardship as the raw material, very pure!
A philosopher once made a profound discussion on "the lowly are noble, and the noble are low". I think this should not be forgotten.
There were several such blacksmith shops in the ancient town where I lived when I was a child. One of them is at the East Street Market between the school and my house.
When I was in the senior grade of elementary school and the first or second grade of junior high school, when I passed by after school, I would always stand outside the door of the blacksmith shop and carefully watch the people inside, swinging a sledgehammer and striking iron on the anvil.
"What's so good about blacksmithing?" The adult asked with a smile when he saw me, and the guys inside also grinned. My classmates often tugged on my schoolbag strap, "Let's go, hurry up, the Laohuzao Teahouse chessboard has been confiscated, it's good to win two games."
When you see the forging billet coming out of the furnace, its bright red color is purer and brighter than the yolk of a farm egg, and it's a bit furry and tender. I always feel that just this unique, beautiful and changing color of the forged blank makes me fascinated.
Three people are needed for large jobs, and only two are needed for daily jobs. The master held it with long pliers, and the second hand swung the sledgehammer, drew an arc from the air, and aimed at the whirring hammer. The initial sound was not loud at all and was very soft.
I don’t know what kind of thing it was that I hammered out with all my strength. I saw the master holding the bright red forging blank, leaning to the left, and then to the right. He grasped the rhythm of receiving the hammer on the anvil, and suddenly stretched forward quickly. After doing this twice, he jumped back twice. cut. Amidst the clanging and clanging sounds, the forging blank seemed to have acquired a kind of vitality of life and began to change and grow.
I can finally see it a little bit clearly. The second in command only cares about the hammering point, strength and rhythm. As for the direction in which the forged blank will go under the sledgehammer and what kind of artifact it will evolve into, the master is the soul. He knows it from his heart and his thoughts are unpredictable.
After watching for a while, I suddenly discovered that in addition to holding the tongs in his right hand, the master also held a small hammer with a short handle in his left hand, and he tapped on the anvil from time to time. The big hammer and the small hammer fell down, making rhythmic and staggered clanging sounds, as if telling the second-in-command to hammer harder, and also asking to stop the hammer immediately after dropping the hammer. I'm afraid this is the three hundred and sixty line. Everyone in the industry has a secret saying. If you don't swing hammers in the blacksmith shop for ten or eight years, you just don't understand.
In particular, the master craftsman was very clever. In the midst of the intensive hammering work, he actually took a break from the busy work and without any panic, he knocked a small hammer on the forged piece, and then suddenly knocked another small hammer. At that time, with my very shallow understanding, I thought this could be used as a "revised" understanding of forging and shaping. At the same time, I felt deeply in my heart that it might be a kind of comfort for the forge being beaten like this.
The small findings in this series of observations are often regurgitated by me as time goes by, and I think they are of great value. The older I get, the more I think about these inadvertent little actions, learn to think about them and practice them, the more I feel that they are a big deal! It seems to be related to leadership and design, and its significance goes beyond the blacksmith shop.
As the color of the blank gradually changes from bright yellow to light, and finally turns gray, the sound of the hammer falling changes obviously. It's clearer, louder, and mellower, with the texture of pure metal hitting sound. During one period of the whole process, the big hammer and the small hammer hit the anvil, just like the chimes of thousands of years, and the sound of a chime is foreign to the world. The tacit understanding and cooperation between the master and the second-in-command have reached a state of randomness. Hammer versus hammer, without friendship for more than ten years, they will never get out of this state. At this time, the control of the big and small hammers was astonishing. To be more precise, it was as if the blacksmith was getting carried away with his hammers!
In this enchanted stage that makes people listen attentively, the master suddenly threw the heavily shaped forging held by the tongs into a bucket containing an unknown liquid next to his right foot. Smoke billowed out. The sledgehammer in the second-in-command's hand then gently slid to the ground. He lightly held the handle with both hands and propped it up under his chin, looking relaxed.
Green smoke was pouring out of the barrel. The master picked up the forging billet again, seemed to let it poke its head in the air, and then put it back into the barrel every second, repeating this three times. Then he walked over to what looked like a water jar and threw it in. It should be that the temperature of the blank is still very high, there is constant sizzling sound in the water tank, and white smoke is shrouding it. After a while, I took it out and put it in the big iron furnace that was going strong. It was a sigh of relief that Qianer was baptized by the high temperature of 800 degrees Celsius and entered a new cycle of life.
There are countless blacksmiths in the world. Those who wield hammers show their strength, while those who hold pliers show their skill. But the performance of his subordinates depends on their tempering in the end. Regarding the quality of the steel in iron tools, if it is a knife or axe, if it encounters hard scratches, the blade will not curl or chip, all due to the quenching process.
It may seem ordinary to outsiders, but in fact it is profound and profound. When forgings are quenched, in addition to the time and number of times, the liquid in the barrel is the most important, relying on telepathic calculations. When the forged piece is immersed in it, a soul and a spirit will be born. But no one can say anything about the contents of the barrel except the master.
Every time before turning on the furnace and hammering, the master picks up the bucket, goes to the small side room next door, closes the door, and quietly tinkers alone, adding oily liquid, and grabbing a few handfuls of powder-like things in different cloth bags. , sprinkled in one after another. The recipe is a secret book handed down from the Li family and will not be revealed to anyone. The waiter who has been working in the shop for more than 20 years said that in the end, the master must throw in a small piece of hard ingredients, because he often hears a thump, followed by the sound of stirring in the bucket. In addition, the waiter There is nothing more that can be estimated. Every time this sound is heard, the waiter standing at the door of the small room and listening to the sound is too busy to move aside. At this time, the master also opened the door a crack, carried the bucket under the open tiles on the roof, scooped up the fused liquid in the bucket with a spoon, and slowly poured it down, using the crack in the door to sneak in. , the light cast from the open tiles on the roof, carefully observe the color and viscosity of the liquid slowly flowing from the spoon, then try to figure it out, and add a little something to the bucket. This is probably called fine-tuning until you are satisfied. At this time, the expression on the master's face was quite solemn.
Tempering is important, as the steel weapon is reborn and acquires a soul. But all this basically depends on the unknown liquid used for quenching. How many times have I heard people explain this mysterious thing, and the intermittent descriptions are like a puzzle piece, gradually coming together. I actually spent a long time thinking about this puzzle and what kind of composition it was. It was not fascinating, but fascinating.
I am familiar with the martial arts novels that can be read at that time. I think the most powerful among knights are swordsmen. Top swordsmen not only have superb swordsmanship, but also can seal the throat with a single sword. They are as fast as lightning and almost at the speed of light. What's even more outrageous is that he holds a sword handed down from ancient times, which can cut iron like clay. Even if the zhangba snake spear, or the Qinglong Yanyue knife, the sword blocks it, if it is a head-on collision, the two will be broken in an instant, there is nothing to fight, and they are all alive. Thinking back to the Spring and Autumn Period, the Chu State's Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's swords were like this!
This is really a unique job for the blacksmith. The teacher I consulted many times said: There really are go-getters and moye, but their unique skills have been lost over thousands of years, and the blacksmiths have fallen into the dust.
A very prestigious middle school chemistry teacher pointed out to me that most of the problems are due to "quenching", and it can't be done without a master.
First there is the blacksmith, then there are the go-getters and Moxie. The reason is not complicated!
In this regard, the master of the blacksmith shop occasionally said in a simple tone: things are not that difficult, but there are two hurdles that must be passed. One is to beat with a thousand pieces of force. Whatever shape you want, just go in this direction. Beat, remove edges and corners, and beat excess material into a straight shape. First, it needs to be quenched in a unique environment and formed into shape. It must also be able to withstand high temperatures and eat cold ice. It is during this process that one can understand and absorb the holy way given by God.
Woohoo, the old blacksmith's inner learning: the theory of great tools.
In fact, at that time, I was not just a spectator at this iron shop, or a teenager full of curiosity. The third son of the owner of the iron shop studied in the same middle school as me. He was four years older than me, but he and I had a close relationship. Therefore, the iron shop's attachment to me was well known to others.
The boss, that is, the master master, whose surname is Li, gave birth to one daughter and two sons. The second son after the eldest daughter, as soon as he graduated from high school, he took him to work in the iron shop directly. There was also a young man employed in the shop. Man, at that time the policy allowed individual entrepreneurs to exist, and the second son assisted the man, and gradually became the second-in-command. The third son, Li Quan, was insisted on by me all the way from elementary school to junior high school and then high school. When Li Quan was in his third year of high school, I was still in my second year of junior high school, so I had very few opportunities to interact with him. Because we were all students with urban household registration, in order to "anti-revision and prevent revisionism" and prevent us from becoming the seedlings of revisionism who "do not work hard and do not distinguish between grains", the school at that time often arranged forty or fifty students with urban household registration to participate in physical training labor. For a while, the work arrangements for Wednesday afternoon and Sunday morning seemed to be irresistible. According to the size and age, the teacher asked Li Quan and me to be responsible for a cart with rubber tires on the left and right sides to transport various things. This combination lasted until three months before the college entrance examination, which lasted for one and a half semesters.
Unexpectedly, when Li Quan and I came into contact, it was as if we were old friends who had known each other for a long time. There was no age difference at all, and we were in perfect harmony with each other. Someone told me before that Li Quan studied very hard, rarely spoke a word in daily life, and made a lot of money in a low voice. Whenever he met with an exam, his grades were ridiculously good, especially when it came to solving difficult problems in mathematics, physics, and chemistry. This guy often had strange tricks. I'm afraid this also fostered the pride of the blacksmith's son. Fortunately, at that time, the requirements were both red and specialized, Hong's requirements were extremely strict, and the political counselor's influence was all over the class. Li Quan just rolled his eyes at the minister's aloofness, and did not fly into the sky.
The two rubber tire pallets we used when we were working together are commonly known as labor carts. Li Quan is just over 1.8 meters tall and often participates in school basketball activities. As a second-year junior high school student, I am just shy of 1.7 meters tall. Of course, Li Quan pulls the car in front and I push it in the back. The first time we worked together, I worked for an hour or two. I was already sweating and my head was a little dizzy. The relatively high labor intensity is one of the reasons. Basically, it was still that era. It had just emerged from the three-year famine. It could only be said that there was food to eat, but there was not enough protein and fat intake. The body was stretched out, and it was only high. There is no width, let alone thickness, so students cannot afford it. Fortunately, it was very convenient to rest. They could find a sheltered place to stop and the two of them could rest while leaning on the car.
At first, Li Quan just said solemnly, "I'm too tired. Let's sit down for a while and talk again." He glanced at me and took out a book from the right pocket of his coat to read.
There were no mobile phones at that time, and I had nowhere to put my books on my clothes, so I could only sit quietly and lean on the car, feeling a little bored. Quietly and suddenly, Li Quan handed me the book he was reading, "Do you like reading this kind of book?"
From elementary school to junior high school, I indulged in miscellaneous reading, especially martial arts novels. Under the specific limited conditions of the ancient town at that time, I tried my best to borrow and read such books that were secretly circulated among classmates and friends. I borrowed and read most of the novels about underground struggles, anti-special forces, anti-Japanese wars, and Chinese and foreign wars in the library. But the unique charm of Han nationality martial arts novels still attracts me deeply. I have long heard that "The Complete Story of Jintai" tells the story of a swordsman, and it seems to be a higher level than the martial arts books I have read before.
"Ha, borrowing books makes you wise! You should take this book and read it first. I also brought other books."
Li Quan's clothing was different from that of most of his classmates at that time. I never saw him wearing student uniforms or Chinese tunic suits. Throughout the year, he wore a coarse cloth double-breasted coat made by his mother. There was a pocket on the left chest, and the left and right hems were sewn separately. I made two straight pockets without lids, which can just fit a sixteenvo book without being too bulky. On his feet were black cloth shoes from his family, and on his head was a flat head that his second brother had trimmed for him. Yes, he looks poor, but he studied hard for more than ten years, and Li Quan is just over 1.8 meters tall. He has a well-proportioned body and slender limbs. There seems to be no sign of poverty on his body. Simple and clean, it actually shows a bit of hardness and calmness mixed with freshness. After handing me "Jin Tai Quan Zhuan", he took out a book from his left pocket. I glanced sideways and saw that it was "Introduction to Functions".
In the past, I only knew that we were alumni of the same elementary school and middle school. We were very different in terms of age and level. Therefore, when we saw each other, we just nodded and smiled. Although for a long time, I stood at the door of the iron shop, almost obsessed with watching the master and second-in-command forging iron. I often saw Li Quan after school, coming from his home not far from the back door of the iron shop, sitting on the big iron shop. Behind the furnace, the bellows was being pulled very vigorously, whirring, and non-stop, allowing the oxygen and coal to work vigorously in the high temperature... We had never spoken to each other. We were young and young, which was incredible.
On the contrary, the sweaty labor allowed the two to have a sincere and honest communication almost unconsciously. "Why do you like reading martial arts novels so much? Which character do you think is the most amazing? Which book is the most difficult to put down?"
"Eighteen kinds of martial arts, dozens of weapons, which one is the best?"
It's very interesting. We often pick out a few characters from a few books that both of us think are top-notch. We often have sword discussions in Huashan. It's so young and energetic. To this day, I always think that the discussion we made at that time, "The sword energy stretches across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword can chill nineteen continents" is still very beautiful.
Our views are very consistent, "In fact, what really moves people is the courage to accept the righteousness of the world, practice peerless martial arts, eliminate violence and help others with swords!"
On one issue, our views are particularly focused: "Most of these people who have really accomplished great things and made great impacts are from the bottom."
"Children from poor families, as long as they have ambition and are down-to-earth, they will go further!"
That age was a period of passion. While we were sweating and laboring, we were chatting enthusiastically, and it seemed that we were not far from brothers who had made a blood alliance.
What is a big surprise is that when it comes to learning, the two of them actually share a special hobby of mathematics. From the first grade of elementary school to the middle school, I have been the study committee member and math class representative in the class, and the same is true for Li Quan. When he entered the third year of high school, his involvement in mathematics had long exceeded the scope of academic regulations. Of course, his understanding is far deeper than mine. Li Quan likes literature very much, but he always believes that mathematics is the mother of all disciplines, especially science and engineering. It is the foundation and the backbone! If you can't master mathematics, it will be impossible to start any science. Why do newspapers and magazines nowadays criticize "learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world"? This is not in conflict with being both popular and professional. The two can be combined organically.
The blacksmith's son has a somewhat stubborn personality, but he doesn't like impassioned expressions. In school and in the class, he adheres to a taciturn attitude. For me, it's an exception.
After a detailed discussion, I realized that this probably stems from his father's fundamental strategy of "ruling the family and managing the government." "In the lean years, craftsmen will starve to death. There are flowers in bloom, and there are five people and six people. It's better to keep your skills close to you!"
"If a person wants to become a person, it is inevitable to accept beatings. Quenching is more important. It can withstand the heat and eat to relieve the cold. Quenching is not only good for strengthening the body and bones, but also for strengthening the foundation and nourishing the righteousness."
The master master of the iron shop and Boss Li have instilled in his son this since he was a child. He must have unique skills on the anvil. The same principle applies to studying. He must have hard skills.
The hard work of studying for the blacksmith's son starts with mathematics and drives the overall situation. I strongly agree with this. If I explain it clearly, I still have an idea in my mind: the reason why mathematics is worthy of respect and awe is that in addition to its important position in various disciplines, it also has an extremely precious character, because it is the most fair and impartial, and everything is determined by "solving" The decision has a strong sense of truth. The result cannot be changed because of official family status, wealthy family, or the selfish favor of teachers. Even if you are a commoner at the bottom, as long as you can come up with a thorough, concise and correct "solution", no one can bully or look down on you!
Youth is really moving forward in ignorance. Although we do not deny that this is an upward attitude and the initial passion for reading in life, it is obvious how shallow and one-sided this understanding is.
People are divided into groups, and Li Quan and I had a concrete relationship in studying mathematics.
"You must read the textbook carefully and not leave any doubts."
"After reading the textbooks in the previous semesters, you have to read them again and again. This will have a miraculous effect! The books become thinner and thinner as you read them, and your understanding becomes deeper as you read them."
"A horse will not fatten if it eats nocturnal grass. It is definitely not enough to read textbooks. You must find relevant and developed content. Our school's resources are limited. I have a way. I often go to the scrap collection station to look through the old books. , it’s very possible to find what you need, you can give it a try!”
"The best effect is to read books on mathematics, physics and chemistry mixed with books on language, literature, and foreign languages, including politics and history. I have two pockets on the left and right at the bottom of my coat, which contain two types of books. I have texts on the left and texts on the right. I also like Tang poetry and Song poetry. , "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", Pushkin, Heine... But when you are tired of reading and doing the questions, the best thing to relax your mood and stimulate your spirit is martial arts literature. "
Later, I really took it seriously and often went to the old bookshelf at the scrap collection station in the ancient town to look for it. A few months later, I actually found a book called "Plane Geometry Learning Guide". I vaguely remember that the author was Xu Yufang. This thin and well-read book immediately opened my eyes. If the plane geometry I learned in class was just a young tree with initial branches and leaves, then the old book in the scrap station in front of me is simply a big tree with deep roots, lush leaves, thick branches and years. Reading it carefully, I feel that it is not boring and complicated at all. It is fascinating and deeply feels the completeness of the system, the clarity of reasoning, and the diversity of thinking! Every time I read it, I always feel like standing under a big tree in the early morning of summer, with bursts of freshness and fragrance slowly coming...
Li Quan is a very clever guy. He also relies on his family's craftsman genes to often make small inventions and modify learning tools. He said that this is much faster in actual combat! I don’t know how many learning tools Li Quan invented and adapted, but I know one thing. He cut a piece of thin iron sheet that was 16 karat, rounded the edges, and cut out a triangle ruler, a protractor, a cylinder, and a cone, and engraved the measurements on it. When going into battle, use one piece as several pieces, saving time and effort, which really stabilizes the mentality of doing the questions.
The other tricks may seem a little higher than most of his classmates at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they are extremely impressive. One is to carefully copy the questions that you encounter every day that you cannot solve or get wrong in your notebook, and read them frequently. It is a piece of cake to understand it, but the cruel thing is to regard the person who asked the question as his opponent. From a game point of view, he can dissect the opponent's intention of having such a difficult problem. This forces myself to not only be a problem solver, but also a "forbidden army" coach for the person who asked the question. It is like a black and white battle on the chessboard. The intention is not only to defeat the opponent, but also to pursue rank, rank, and invincible rank! In my opinion, this cannot deny that its ideology has the charm of martial arts novels.
First, this guy actually copied all the mathematical formulas and theorems he had learned over the years, regardless of difficulty, into a book. Some even attached examples. It was like a book. He put it in the left pocket of his coat. He could read a few when he had time. Page. These are all obvious things, is it necessary? Li Quan once said that it is so important that it cannot be better than the horse stance in Kung Fu in less than ten years. There are many formulas that seem simple and easy, such as the Pythagorean theorem, which have evolved and even transformed into many new theorems and difficult questions. It's one thing to be simple and simple; it's another thing to be simple and give birth to all things, to interpret the difficult and profound, and the inexplicable changes. Drops of water penetrate rocks, ropes cut wood, and over time, deep understanding in the heart will naturally lead to spiritual thoughts from heaven. I understand that when we reach this level, we face a lot of problems head-on, all for the sake of being steady, accurate, and ruthless, and taking advantage of every opportunity. In modern terms, in terms of underlying logic, it is what the oil seller said, there is no other. But you are familiar with it.
Based on my ability to think at the time, after hearing this, I was not only enlightened, but also shocked. Reading like this is ruthless. This is considered hard reading, but it is still smart reading! But I often see this guy coming back from the basketball court with a homespun suit draped over his shoulders, and he didn't stop playing. It’s so unpredictable!
The sky will always be bright, which means everything will eventually become clear to the world. The college entrance examination started not long ago, and everyone knew that in this battle, we must see the real results.
Although we are studying in a complete middle school, according to regulations, all candidates must complete the college entrance examination at the designated examination center in the county. The road that was thirty miles away was not that close at that time. The two-day exam was organized by my school in the morning, and the candidates were rented vehicles to take them to the examination room. After that, everyone went on their own. This is not the Internet era, and there is no such thing as mobile phones. In the 1960s, there were so many rocker phones in the ancient town that one could count them all. However, the speed at which the news was delivered and the detailed and vivid content are still jaw-dropping even now. After lunch, a piece of news first spread among the parents of the candidates. It is said that the initial publisher was a clerk from the North and South Grocery Store in the town. "In the math test in the morning, most of the candidates in this town seemed to be in stable condition. It's just that Li Tiejiang's son had an accident, a big accident! At the critical moment, the situation is fatal. This friend, his brain is broken. If he holds it back, as the old saying goes, it's called failure. Crazy."
"The two-and-a-half-hour math test only lasted a little more than three-quarters of an hour. This guy raised his hand to the invigilator and asked to hand in the paper. The teacher was kind-hearted and told me many times that the four-page test paper also had test questions on the back."
"After answering the questions, I suggest you check it a few times. You have plenty of time. I believe you will cherish these two and a half hours, which are more precious than gold!"
"When I met Chi Lao, I handed in the paper for the first time, but was politely rejected by the teacher. After a breath, I raised my hand to hand in the paper again, and it was not even half time. I was rushing to reincarnate and had to hand in the paper. I had never met him before. The two invigilators discussed it and finally made it happen. Yi. What a trick, it’s a pity that I’m still swinging my hammer bare-chested!”
"This friend's math teacher is really good. I heard that he got cheated when he was anti-rightist in college. It was the principal of the middle school who worked hard to get him here. Several of the students he taught in the first two classes were admitted to prestigious universities every year. He usually praises Li Quan more than once in front of the principal. Among the students he has taught, Li Quan is the most spiritual. Now that this proud disciple is so unworthy, it will be a shame for a poor family to let the math teacher answer the question. It’s this disease that comes out. I can’t stabilize myself and my bones are light!”
When I first heard it, I was shocked. The two-and-a-half-hour exam took only three-quarters of an hour. It was so fast, it was like running at extreme speed. However, I have repeatedly thought about Li Quan's way of thinking and behavior about reading and applying knowledge. I believe that he often talks about the basic theory, opponent's position theory, and the theory that one life, two, two, three, and three are all things. This guy It should be quite certain. It's just his nature. Even if it's a test related to his future, he doesn't care about the answer at all, but wants to comprehensively test his ability. Haha, his rank! Time is the only indicator of speed. Striving for the best results in the shortest time is the cornerstone of rank.
Fortunately, when I came back that evening and explained the math test process to the math teacher who was already waiting at home, everything became calm again.
Another joke, it seems that drama elements always like to appear all over Li's body. Li Quan received the university admission notice a little later than others. The bicycle of Lao Zhao, a senior postman in the ancient town, dinged all the way. Announcement of good news to the old blacksmith: "Congratulations, congratulations! Tsinghua University, Department of Civil Engineering Design, Tsinghua University, Civil Engineering!"
In that era, the college entrance examination admission rate was so low that it is unimaginable now. Because of this, after the third son of the master master of the blacksmith shop received the admission notice from the Department of Civil Engineering of Tsinghua University, many people in the ancient town had no reason to suspect that the admission notice was fake, but they sneered, "I make iron, and my son works in civil engineering." This is not a big deal! My father is working with iron, and my son is working with clay and wood. Anyway, he is not tough, so why is he so awesome? Fortunately, the little whirlwind of cynicism, jealousy, and ignorance dissipated just as it blew from East Street to West Street. Because Lao Zhao's family lives on West Street, he has been delivering university admission notices at the post office for more than ten years, and his son was admitted to Harbin Institute of Technology a few years ago. He has a clear grasp of China's higher education standards.
When he went out the next day, Lao Zhao laughed loudly and told people that his son, Blacksmith Li, had the highest score in the county and was admitted to a first-class university for a first-class major.
Civil engineering is amazing. The Great Hall of the People and the Monument to the People's Heroes in Beijing were all designed by professors from this major. There are world-famous people there, and they are great heroes of the country! Tiejiang Li’s family is the pride of our town. What's wrong with the children from poor families? Children from poor families often go further!
It has been a long time since this happened, but I will never forget it.
