That's right, Nan Xian's grandparents were ordinary farmers from a remote village.
They came from impoverished backgrounds, never attended school or read a book, and their ancestors for eighteen generations were all farmers who toiled in the yellow earth for a living.
But they were not short-sighted. They knew that for ordinary people like themselves with no background or connections, education was the only way out. So even if resources were scarce and life was tough, they would sell everything they owned to send their only child to school.
Nan Xian's father, Mr. Nan Zhiwen, who has a handsome appearance but a rustic nickname like "Tiezhu," was exceptionally hardworking from a young age. Although he was not more talented than other children his age, he was very hardworking. Every day, he would get up before dawn and walk for an hour along the mountain road to attend the only primary school in town, regardless of the weather.
While other children were running around and playing, he was studying diligently. While others were already asleep, he was still studying late into the night, reviewing what he had learned that day.
Later, Nan Zhiwen was admitted to the city's top key high school. In his senior year, he was recommended to the Capital University. During his doctoral studies, he went abroad for further studies. After returning to China, he stayed at his alma mater to work, and it was there that he met Nan Xian's mother, who was also the only person he ever fell in love with in his life.
With their son achieving such great success, transforming from a poor boy from the countryside into a professor at one of China's top universities, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that their social standing had changed dramatically. Naturally, the elderly couple no longer needed to work hard and were brought to the capital by Nan Zhiwen to enjoy a comfortable life.
However, they are not used to life in big cities. For farmers who have spent most of their lives working the land, the land is their root and the place where their souls reside.
So Nan Zhiwen built them a brand-new house in the countryside, so they could raise chickens and ducks, grow vegetables, and enjoy their old age in peace.
When Nanxian was little, she often visited her grandparents and had a very deep relationship with them. Later, when she grew up, she would go to the fields with them during winter and summer vacations to explore the fun of the fields and learn a lot about crops.
She once posted photos of herself picking bean pods in the fields on Weibo, and never shied away from mentioning that she was the granddaughter of a farmer.
Farmers neither steal nor rob; they earn their food through sweat, living upright and honest lives. Even if they die and go to the underworld, the King of Hell will not be able to find fault with them.
What is there to feel inferior about?
Moreover, if we really talk about background, looking across the entire land of China, from emperors and generals to commoners, from first ladies to ordinary housewives, how many people's ancestors were not peasants?
Nan Xian stared at Wei Zeling with complicated emotions, and after a long while, she smiled softly.
Her smile was as faint as the first breeze blowing through the forest in the morning, carrying a touch of ethereal unreality, fleeting in an instant.
Wei Zeling was taken aback, instinctively feeling as if she had been mocked. Confused, she couldn't help but feel annoyed, and asked in a stiff tone, "What are you laughing at? Am I wrong?"
Nan Xian nodded "sincerely": "Yes, yes, yes, you're right."
After giving Wei Zeling a perfunctory reply, she ignored her and turned to continue walking into the village.
The opponent's skill level was too low. Before she could even make a move, she dug a huge pit for herself and stupidly jumped in.
Nan Xian: LOL.
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