Jack Ma, the richest man, went to work on the last day. How humble does a poor family make you in life?

Because poverty is very humble in life, the family is an ordinary family from the beginning of reading. Even if his father is on the production team, he is still a family. At that time, every family cultivated land and had no sideline. I remember that I have been in junior high school for a year, but I still can't afford the tuition of five yuan. Talk to the teacher about the extension. Such scenes always make me feel inferior. At that time, a relative and friend came, and two side dishes without meat were a good meal. I always look forward to eating a delicious jiaozi or meat meal in the New Year. Ma Yun always looks at these humble people.

Poverty makes you worse, but it also has a particularly strong self-esteem consequence. Although I can't eat well, although I made great efforts to get good grades, my classmates were very interested in schoolbags and new clothes at the beginning of school, but I sat quietly in a corner, avoiding the eyes of my classmates.

Now that I'm grown up, my life is very good. I wonder if this is the root of the child. I like to meditate alone in the corner. I wasn't that poor then? Will I be like this now? At that time, there was a businessman in the neighboring village who sold tea and cigarettes at the market and was later commended. His tone of voice is different. He always has a sense of superiority. A family in the village bought a black-and-white TV, and many people always stand and watch those programs at night. At the earliest time, the earliest broadcast was The Biography of Yue Fei. My aunt has a small radio at home and goes to school after listening to it every day. Don't talk about TV in our house, there is no radio.

Later, I wanted this kind of TV. It feels great to know the most important things in the world and watch TV programs. There were three brothers and sisters at home at that time. Going to school costs money. Father went out to sell coal, onions and reeds in a donkey cart. You can't make much money. Once I went to the market with my father and didn't sell an onion all morning. I didn't have breakfast. My father also told me to eat one biscuit at a time. At that time, the biscuits were 50 cents each, and I didn't eat them because I didn't sell onions. Now that I think about it, my heart is still sour.