Scholars in the courtyard

After walking into the courtyard and entering the house, Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu quickly asked about the situation.

Qin Huairu had already thought of an excuse on the way back. Everything was Yang Xiaotao's fault.

Everything can only be Yang Xiaotao's fault.

"What? Five hundred dollars!"

Jia Zhang jumped up, and if it wasn't for her short stature, she would have probably crashed through the roof.

"Huairu, did you hear that correctly?"

Jia Dongxu couldn't believe it either.

Qin Huairu nodded affirmatively.

"Yes, Yang Xiaotao donated 500 yuan to the village, and then the school was built!"

"If we let Qinjia Village build a school, we will have to give 500 yuan."

After Qinhuai District finished speaking, Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhang were immediately unhappy.

"If I had five hundred yuan, why would I do this?"

"Forget it, forget it, this can't happen!"

Jia Dongxu retreated and said no more.

Jia Zhang on the side successfully changed the target, "Damn little beast, he will die."

"Take the money from our compound and give it to a poor village and build a school. You've been eating dirt for the rest of your life and you still want to study? Bah!"

"You uneducated bastard. Our family is in such a difficult situation, but you don't know how to help. You even give money to the mud-legged guy. This heartless little beast! He's so bad..."

The shouting and cursing continued, and Qin Huairu lowered her head on the side, with neither joy nor sadness in her eyes.

"Ouch, Aunt Wang, it hurts!"

Yang Xiaotao grinned and lowered his head, shouting, not daring to resist at all.

At this time, Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office looked angry and pinched Yang Xiaotao's ears with two fingers.

But anyone can see that this anger is just fake, and he didn't notice the smile on his lips.

Besides, if you were really angry, would you reach out and twist someone's ears?

I've already gone to the street office.

This kind of behavior, in the eyes of ordinary people, is only done by elders educating younger ones. There is a deep sense of care in it.

"It hurts? Do you know it hurts? Why don't you feel distressed when you do things without telling me?"

Director Wang said with a smile, and Yang Xiaotao felt bitter after hearing this.

Who would have thought that when he got up to go to work early in the morning, he would be blocked by someone as soon as he left the middle courtyard, and they would attack him as soon as he came up, so he didn't dare to resist.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao shouting, many people around him looked over. Director Wang still saved some face for Yang Xiaotao, raised his hand and let go.

Yang Xiaotao quickly smiled with a smile on his face.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Seeing his appearance, Director Wang was now relieved.

Originally, she was happy and relieved to know that Yang Xiaotao helped the village build a school.

These days, it’s good to be able to feed yourself, but how can you have enough food to help others?

But Yang Xiaotao did just that.

Five hundred yuan, how long will it take to save?

Besides, doesn't it hurt to take it out?

She asked herself that she couldn't do this kind of thing.

Therefore, I appreciate Yang Xiaotao's awareness very much, and even cherish him.

But what made her feel uncomfortable was that if he didn't mention such a big matter to her, she wouldn't treat her as one of her own.

"Ha! I feel so sad."

"If I hadn't heard about your school from the street, how long would you have planned to keep it a secret?"

When Yang Xiaotao heard this, he thought to himself that he had no intention of telling her this.

But how dare he say it?

"No, I'll tell you when the school is ready!"

"Bah, you think your Aunt Wang is just a child. What else can you say after everything is done? Just let me know!"

"How can that be possible!"

"There are still things you don't dare to do. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll go to the street office in two days. The paper and pen we don't need will be used as gifts for the children."

"Ah, oh oh oh, I want to thank you on behalf of the village, and thank you to my colleagues in the street office~~Ouch~~It hurts."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao's ears were ravaged again.

"Who are you being polite to?"

"Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang, I'm not polite, we are all our own people!"

Yang Xiaotao quickly begged for mercy. When Director Wang heard this, he put down his hand.

"That's true."

"You've been restless all day, so quickly find someone to take care of you. How about I ask Third Aunt to introduce you to someone else?"

"hey-hey."

"Don't spend the whole day, hey, bring some snacks."

"oh."

Yang Xiaotao could only smile about this.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Remember to come to the street office to pick up your things."

"Okay, let's go to your house for a drink tonight."

Director Wang paused, turned around, glanced at Yang Xiaotao, and then left quickly.

Yang Xiaotao was helpless. Wasn't it the last time he went drinking that he drank Uncle Li down? Do you need to see him like this?

However, Aunt Wang's thoughts will be kept in their hearts by Yangjiazhuang.

I straightened my clothes, rubbed my red ears, and went out to work.

After Yang Xiaotao left, Yi Zhonghai walked out of the room with heavy steps, his face so cold that water almost squeezed out of his face.

Drink... spit...

Silly Zhu spit out thick phlegm from behind, feeling disdainful.

"Master, look at it, such a trivial matter has been made known to everyone, as if for fear that others will not know, just like that..."

Silly Zhu kept chattering all the way, regardless of Yi Zhonghai's increasingly ugly expression, and did not restrain himself until he reached the kitchen.

However, what happened in the front yard still gave people in the courtyard a new understanding.

Yang Xiaotao and Director Wang from the subdistrict office are one family.

There are some things that you have to think carefully about before doing them.

Jia Zhang shrank her neck and hid in the room, her mouth was clean.

She was afraid that Director Wang would retaliate and take her away.

She is really afraid.

February 19, 1962, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Yes, open for business!

The sky is high and the air is crisp, and the northwest wind, warmed by the sunshine, has become warm and blows on the children's faces, bringing smiles to their faces.

Today is the day of Yangjiazhuang Primary School.

Everyone in Yangjiazhuang gathered together and looked at the children lined up in front of them, with the same smile on their faces.

At the front is the representative presiding over the ceremony.

Mr. Yang, Yang Dazhuang, represents the village.

Secretary Wang represents the town leaders.

There was also Fatty Ding who came after hearing the news, and Yang Xiaotao who hosted the ceremony.

Several people stood together, with three large rooms behind them. Through the window sill, you could see tables arranged neatly horizontally and vertically.

On the table, there are notebooks, pencils, erasers and knives.

In addition, there are books that smell like ink.

Mr. Yang and Secretary Wang stood in the middle, facing the children in front of them, with smiles on their faces.

Seeing everyone gathered, Yang Xiaotao walked up to them with a tin trumpet.

"Folks and children, today we are here to hold the opening ceremony of Yangjiazhuang Primary School."

"This means that we in Yangjiazhuang will say goodbye to ignorance, get rid of illiteracy, and open our eyes to see this new world!"

"This is going to be a momentous day!"

Yang Xiaotao looked at the children, all wearing red scarves, with high-spirited faces and shining eyes, and shouted loudly.

"The first part of the ceremony! Raise the national flag!"

As the sound fell, on a ten-meter-long bamboo pole in the front left, a national flag was held in the palms of two children, and another half-grown boy looked nervous.

"Sing the national anthem!"

"Get up, you people who don't want to be slaves...~"

As the song came to mind, the children raised their right hands in unison. Some militiamen in the village also saluted, and others also looked solemn.

After raising the flag, Yang Xiaotao stepped forward.

"We are able to stand here thanks to the support from organizations, leaders and all walks of life. Now, let us warmly applaud Secretary Wang and give a speech to everyone."

bang bang bang

In the voice, a middle-aged man wearing a Chinese tunic suit looked solemn. After taking the tin speaker, he nodded to Yang Xiaotao.

"Children, you must cherish this rare opportunity. What you are today was bought with the blood and lives of countless forefathers and martyrs..."

"Next, let Mr. Yang, the representative of Yangjiazhuang and the principal of Yangjiazhuang Primary School, speak."

bang bang bang

"Ahem, let me just say a few words. Children are the future of our Yangjiazhuang. To borrow from Xiao Tao's words, no matter how hard it is, we can't suffer the children, no matter how poor we are, we can't afford education..."

bang bang bang bang

"Next, I'd like to ask you for some food. The stationmaster will give a speech."

bang bang bang

"I'm a rough guy and I'm so, so happy today."

"On behalf of the grain station, I donate 500 kilograms of coarse grains to the children..."

Ho ho ho

bang bang bang bang

The scene was even more lively.

"The opening ceremony is over."

"New students, please enroll!"

Following Yang Xiaotao's roar, a group of children lined up according to the previous instructions and each followed the leader into the classroom.

Mr. Yang, Yang Dazhuang and others thanked Secretary Wang, Fatty Ding, again.

Yang Xiaotao came to a teacher's school and started his first class in life.

There are three classrooms in Yangjiazhuang, and each classroom is full of students.

This time, children aged six to twelve were called to school.

This is a decision made by the village. The times are like this, and Yang Xiaotao has no choice.

We can only maximize the use of limited educational resources to do practical things.

In front of me, Yang Xiaotao's class is composed of children between the ages of ten and twelve.

He reached out, picked up the chalk, and wrote the word "Chinese" on the cement blackboard.

Study first and be a human being first, this is what Yang Xiaotao has always insisted on.

The children below watched carefully and learned.

Yang Xiaotao doesn't have much time here. He has to go to the factory most of the time and can only come once a week.

Therefore, most of the time has to be left to Uncle Jiu. This situation can only be changed by finding a qualified teacher.

It’s just that it’s not easy to find a teacher in this day and age.

People with families want to stay in the city, where they can eat public food and have less pressure in life.

As for the school teachers, asking them to give up their jobs and come to the countryside is impossible. Yang Xiaotao is not belittling their consciousness, this is the reality.

What's more, the city needs these educational resources even more.

Yang Xiaotao didn't know many people, so he had to ask Secretary Wang and the old principal of Hongxing Primary School to help find people for this matter.