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After leaving the dormitory of the agricultural machinery factory, Wu Xu was still sighing with Xi Feifei: "The workers are so miserable. They have been living in this dark room for thirty years."

Xi Feifei quickly reviewed: "Yes, Sister Wu, the people in Wangcheng County are really good. It's all our fault that we are incapable of improving their living conditions."

Wu Xu looked solemn: "Feifei, I heard from my old Nan that you haven't been here for a long time. How can I blame you? However, you can't say that, but this is the truth."

Xi Feifei said: "Sister Wu, you are right. I am determined to change the backwardness of Wangcheng County during my term of office."

"Okay, Feifei, I just went to work and worked for the Municipal Youth League Committee. We League cadres can't embarrass the Communist Youth League."

"I know, Sister Wu is a veteran of our league. She organized the Spring Bud Action and is still a model for our Communist Youth League work."

"Forget it, forget it, let's not mention how brave we were back then, Feifei, let's go to Wangcheng Middle School and have a look. If the place needs to develop, education should come first."

Wen Chun drove the car very slowly. After hearing what Wu Xu said, he turned the steering wheel and turned into the gate of Wangcheng Middle School.

Today is the weekend, but there are still graduating students from Wangcheng Middle School in class.

As soon as he entered the school gate, the mottled walls of the teaching building were covered with green branches and vines, and a white slogan was vaguely visible. The handwriting was very blurry, but Wen Chun could still read it: "Knowledge is power."

Wen Chun also graduated from Wangcheng Middle School. In fact, after thirty years of wind and rain, this slogan has long disappeared. Last night, he found someone to trace a few strokes with white paint, and then he could vaguely see the original slogan.

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Wen Chun stood in front of the slogan and said with admiration: "This slogan has inspired several generations of our alumni."

This slogan was painted on by Wu Xu when he was tutoring at Wangcheng Middle School before the college entrance examination. He took several classmates to paint it, so he was deeply impressed by this slogan.

Wu Xu asked: "Young man, are you also a graduate of Wangcheng Middle School?"

"Well, Sister Wu, my name is Wen Chun."

Xi Feifei glared at Wen Chun and said, "Don't worry, you are also called Sister Wu? Just now, when the aunt asked, you still agreed that you were Sister Wu's son."

Wu Xu was amused by Xi Feifei's words: "Oh, since we are from the same school, it's not an exaggeration to call me eldest sister, haha."

Xi Feifei helped Wu Xu walk around the campus a few times. After Wu Xu was admitted to college, he once expressed his intention to call on alumni to donate money to renovate the library of Wangcheng Middle School. But today, it seems that the library is more and more dilapidated. This wish has not been made to this day.

It hasn’t been realized yet, so I can’t help but sigh.

At this time, a skinny old man ran over. He approached Xi Feifei and said, "Isn't this Secretary Xi? Why are you free to come over for inspection? I'm disrespectful."

Xi Feifei held the old man's hand and said quickly: "Oh, old principal, I'm not here to inspect, I'm here to accompany the guests for a walk."

The old principal looked at Wu Xu carefully and said to himself: "Guest? Is this the lady? She looks familiar."

"No, old sir, I have been away from school for more than thirty years."

"Hehe, I am always getting old, but I knew it when you mentioned thirty years ago. Are you a cram school student who resumed the first year of the college entrance examination?"

"Yes, yes." Wu Xu was moved by the feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign country. In the blink of an eye for more than thirty years, the grandness and sacredness of the college entrance examination was still engraved in the mind of the old principal.

"That was the college entrance examination in the first year since the establishment of our school. Don't you remember? At the symposium that year, Wu Xu spoke on behalf of the students in the cram school, saying that we should always remember the kindness of the school and contribute to the construction of the school. Alas,

It's a pity..." The old principal sighed.

Wu Xu looked ashamed and hurriedly asked: "Old principal, what's the pity?"

"Unfortunately, the renovation and expansion of the library has not been completed yet."

Xi Feifei quickly comforted her: "Old principal, don't worry, I will try my best to allocate funds to complete the renovation of the library this year."

"Is this true?"

"As long as money is freed up, I will give priority to your school's renovation funds."

"Well, Secretary Xi, it seems like you are still giving a blank check. You can only count on organizing a fundraiser next time on the school anniversary." After saying that, the old principal shook his head and left.

Xi Feifei smiled awkwardly at Wu Xu and said, "Hey, Wangcheng County has a weak foundation and there are too many debts in education and health."

"I really didn't expect that more than thirty years have passed and the renovation of the library has not been completed. However, Feifei, relying on alumni donations is not an option after all. Your government needs to increase investment."

"Well, as long as Wangcheng's economic situation improves, I will be the first to arrange investment in education."

Wu Xu said: "It's sad to see the old principal disappointed."

Wen Chun took over the conversation at this time and asked: "It's getting late. The students are about to finish class. Let's go back to the hotel for lunch."

Xi Feifei helped Wu Xu to leave, but Wu Xu stopped him and asked, "Don't worry, I remember there is a snack shop over there in the mall that sells sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine glutinous rice balls. It tastes really good. Is it still there?"

Wen Chun hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, why don't you try it again and see if the taste has changed?"

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In fact, Wen Chun wasn't very sure whether the stall was still there. However, Zhao Ziming was selling breakfast, so he should have thought of this method.

While talking, Wen Chun and Zhao Ziming talked on the phone, and Zhao Ziming promised that they would be there in ten minutes.

Sure enough, when Wenchun slowly drove the car to the side of Wangcheng shopping mall, there was a girl selling crisply: "Osmanthus rice wine dumplings..."

Wen Chun took a closer look and almost cried out in joy.

Who is this person? Zhao Ziming’s sister Zhao Zixu

When Wu Xu saw it, she was also filled with joy. She sat down and drank a few sips, praising: "The taste has not changed. It seems that even the girl guarding the shop has not changed."

Wen Chun hurriedly asked: "Sister Wu, the girl you had at that time could probably be this girl's mother."

"Haha, yes, yes too." After talking and laughing, Wu Xu filled another bowl

"Thank you, auntie." Zhao Zixu's sweet and crunchy voice made Wu Xu smile even more.

After several people finished eating, Wen Chun asked quietly: "Girl, are you completely cured of your illness?" while paying.

"Okay! Brother Chun, look at my acting." As he said that, Zhao Zixu made a face at Wen Chun.

After leaving the snack bar, Xi Feifei arranged for Wu Xu to rest at Wangcheng Hotel

Entering the hotel lobby and seeing the magnificent decoration, Wu Xu was inexplicably angry: "Look, it's not like the county doesn't have money. It has money to build such a high-end building, but it doesn't have money to renovate a middle school."

The library is so speechless”

"This..." Xi Feifei was really speechless.