Chapter 49: A Pearl Covered in Dust Cannot Obscure Its Brilliance (1)

When Shen Minghuan opened his eyes, he saw the "broken" roof.

The yellow mud and thatch were mixed together and neatly placed on the roof beams. Although it could block the sun and rain, it was too simple in the eyes of Shen Minghuan, who was used to seeing the splendor and wealth.

He sat up and found that he was lying on a "bed".

- If the creaking piece of wood under him could be called a "bed".

The house was small and messy at first glance. The earthy yellow walls were bumpy, and some places were pasted with a few pieces of paper in an attempt to make it beautiful.

The books were scattered all over the floor and stacked crookedly. If they were a little neater, they could be called a "secret book house".

Although there were many books here, they were obviously not well taken care of.

Shen Minghuan had seen poor families in the previous world, which had many similarities with this place, but also many strangeness and differences. At least he had never seen these strange books before.

Shen Minghuan closed his eyes slightly and flipped through the plot sent to him by the system.

This world also has countries of all sizes. The original owner's place is called China, and this is a small mountain village in the poor and backward China that is even poorer and more backward.

The original owner is a college student, and the original owner's teacher Jiang Li is the country's leading scientist and a national treasure.

Every college student of this era is a treasure of the country. While the country has high hopes for them, it also gives them extremely special treatment.

Logically speaking, the original owner should not be here. He should study in a spacious and bright campus, or serve the motherland in a clean laboratory.

A year ago, the country called on intellectuals to go to the mountains and the countryside, build schools in those places, and provide basic education for the children there.

The people of this country have extraordinary trust in the country. As soon as the country called, a large number of high school and junior high school students went there, even though they knew that the living conditions in the remote mountain villages were not good.

College students did not go, and even if they wanted to go, they would be persuaded by the people around them.

It's not that there is no spirit of sacrifice, because everyone, including themselves, knows that they can do much more for the country.

The original owner's parents were both soldiers, and both died in the war when he was admitted to university.

Jiang Li has been friends with them for many years, and has watched the original owner grow up since he was a child. Even though "Shen Minghuan" was already an adult at this time, he was still worried about this child who suddenly lost his parents.

In order to better protect and cultivate the original owner, Jiang Li accepted him as a student.

The original owner can only be regarded as an ordinary genius, a little smarter than ordinary people, otherwise he would not be able to stand out from the thousands of troops and cross the single-plank bridge to enter university.

But compared with the proud children of the same school, he is a little dull.

In this environment, it is difficult for the original owner not to feel inferior, and he is eager to make some achievements to prove himself. However, for scientific researchers, impatience is a taboo. They must be able to endure loneliness, withstand countless failures, and find hope in despair.

Jiang Li discovered that the original owner's mentality was wrong. He had comforted the original owner many times, but it was obviously not very effective.

Jiang Li was a good teacher. He wanted to temper the original owner's temper, so he persuaded him to go to the countryside to be a teacher for a year.

The original owner was also a good student. He respected the teacher very much. Jiang Li persuaded him to go.

—— Even if he regarded this as a kind of giving up.

Shen Minghuan had a headache.

[No, host, you really have a headache. ] System explanation: [This is what it feels like to wake up from a hangover. Host, you can drink some... hangover soup...]

The system's voice became smaller and smaller, and it felt guilty. It scanned the surroundings, not to mention hangover soup, it couldn't even find a pot of drinkable water.

Shen Minghuan could indeed smell the mixed pungent smell in the room door. He frowned and said in shock: [Can this be called wine? What's wrong with "Shen Minghuan", like to drink this? ]

His face was full of disgust, "It really brings shame to the name Shen Minghuan."

He got off the bed and found a place to stay between a pile of books. When he looked back and saw the black and yellow "quilt" on the bed, he immediately felt even more disgusted.

Shen Minghuan first pulled open all the curtains inside the room, and the doors and windows were open. Thousands of strands of light rushed to fill the door of the room.

Then he took the "quilt" and threw it to the door, intending to dispose of it together with the sundries he had sorted out later.

Yes, he was going to do a big cleaning at home.

The system watched its host neatly put the books in order, and then found a piece of cloth from somewhere and wiped all the places that could be wiped up and down. It felt that the program was disordered from time to time, [Host, how could you do such a thing? ]

As long as you think about this person's previous status, this picture seems extremely inconsistent. Its host used to have beauties who wanted to feed him personally when he ate, and even the water for washing hands was controlled at a comfortable temperature.

Whatever he wanted, he just needed to move his mouth, and someone would hold it in both hands and hand it to him.

Shen Minghuan said dissatisfiedly: [Xiaojiu, don't doubt my ability. I know how to do these things at a glance.]

[But...] Knowing how to do, wanting to do, and having to do are all different concepts.

The system felt inexplicably uncomfortable. It thought of Shen An, who was willing to be buried alive with Shen Minghuan in the last world because he was worried that no one would take care of him after his death. If he saw this scene now, wouldn't he cry himself to death again?

The system promised him solemnly: [Host, I will choose a good identity for you later! ]

Shen Minghuan perfunctorily replied to it with "hmmmm ahhh", then suddenly stopped and concentrated on feeling it, [Xiaojiu, is the wine that the original owner drank poisonous? Why do I feel a little stomachache? ]

[Ah? Poison! ] The system was startled and quickly reacted: [Host, it may be hungry. ]

[Hungry? ]

One person and one system looked at each other in the consciousness space door.

The good news is that "Shen Minghuan" is rich. His parents left him a fortune that is enough for him to have food and drink for the rest of his life. Therefore, in this era of food shortage, "Shen Minghuan" still has a bag of rice at home.

The bad news is that there is only one bag of rice at home, and neither he nor the original owner can cook.

Perhaps because they are used every day, the pots and pans at home are relatively clean. Shen Minghuan washed the rice according to the original owner's memory, poured it directly into the pot, poured a bucket of water, and started a fire...

After a flurry of activity, Shen Minghuan looked at the half-cooked porridge in front of him and fell into deep thought.

[Host, how about we try again? Cook it for a longer time this time? ] The system gave him an idea.

Shen Minghuan shook his head and finished the bowl of porridge.

God knows why cooking is harder than swordsmanship!

He never expected that the first problem he encountered when he came here was to survive.

Shen Minghuan recalled that the porridge cooked by the original owner in the past was either half-cooked or mushy, and nodded to confirm that it must be the original owner's way of cooking porridge that was wrong, and it couldn't be his problem.

He, Shen Minghuan, can do everything!

Feeling that the cramps in his stomach were better, Shen Minghuan sat on the only chair, holding his chin and thinking.

"Mathematics, physics, chemistry..." Shen Minghuan muttered to himself.

The system quickly expressed its attitude: [Host, don't worry. I know this is difficult, but our mission this time...]

Shen Minghuan said excitedly: "It's so interesting!"

"Xiaojiu, if you had said that you could see this knowledge earlier, I would have followed you a long time ago. Is this the charm of technology? I feel it, and it is indeed irresistible."

The system swallowed the three words "no need to learn", struggled for a moment, and said happily: [As long as the host likes it.]

It carefully wrote down in its little notebook "If the host does not cooperate with the task, you can use mathematics to seduce him", and planned to post it in their internal forum next time to guide the new system that has just come out of the inexperienced.

It is really a good predecessor!

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"Shen Minghuan" has been in this village for a month. He believes that he can't help his country more in science and technology, so he pays special attention to these students.

During this period, the door is the busy farming season, and the students are also considered half of the labor force in the family. "Shen Minghuan" gave them a holiday. It was precisely because he knew that there would be no problems for a while that he could get drunk without any worries.

As the sun set, Song Dazhi dragged his tired feet back home from the fields.

The harvest this year was not good, and he might have to tighten his belt to survive next year. He hoped that God would bless him next year and he could have a prosperous year the year after next...

The old man in the village who knew how to read the weather said that there might be a heavy rainstorm in a few days, and he had to harvest the wheat in the field before that. Alas, this grain is much more valuable than human essence, and it can't be soaked in water...

Song Dazhi was thinking about it, and he saw a lot of sundries piled up in front of the house of Mr. Shen from the city, including quilts, enamel cups, wine bottles, clothes...

They were all good things. Song Dazhi was suddenly startled when he thought of this. He looked up and looked carefully, and sure enough, he saw that the door was open.

Song Dazhi's fatigue was swept away, he rolled up his sleeves, and rushed forward aggressively.

Where did this little thief come from! How dare he steal into their village? And it's not even dark yet, it's so blatant, it's too much!

Of course, with Song Youzhi's cultural level, he couldn't think of the above four-character idioms. He angrily jumped over the fence in front of "Shen Minghuan's" house, and rushed to the door with a fierce posture: "Little thief, you... Teacher Shen?"

Shen Minghuan was surrounded by piles of books. Shen Minghuan sat sideways in the middle, revealing only half of his body.

He was wearing a very common style of clothing nowadays. Because of the labor just now, it was stained with gray. The gray and black traces were scattered on his clothes, but there was a unique beauty.

It was like someone took an ink pen and swiped it casually, and the ink dots smudged the white paper roll, making it a unique ink painting.

Song Dazhi looked at it blankly. He felt that no one could wear such ordinary clothes so beautifully. And when Shen Minghuan lowered his eyebrows and head, his fingers slowly turned the pages of the book, there was a kind of floating fairy spirit that could only be viewed from a distance and not played with.

"God..." Song Dazhi couldn't help but mutter. He couldn't even write his own name, let alone find the words to describe the scene before him. However, human beings' pursuit of beauty is an instinct engraved in their bones.

There is no threshold to know beauty itself.

Shen Minghuan turned his head slightly to look at Song Dazhi. He looked calm, and his eyes were still filled with a faint joy. This joy added a touch of worldly fireworks to his cold and aloofness, and he looked very gentle: "What's the matter?"

"Ah, ah... oh oh oh." Song Dazhi came back to his senses and found that he was staring at a man in a daze, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

He rubbed his hands: "Teacher Shen, don't you want those things outside?"