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Shazhong Village, a very dismal village.

There was no electricity in the village, and no road was repaired to the village entrance.

The only transportation equipment in the village is the only donkey and trolley.

The roads nearest to the village are all seven kilometers away, not to mention the more than 20 kilometers on the road to see the nearest villages.

The young people in the village have gone to work in the field, leaving only a dozen old people and children.

The children here want to go to school, and they can still rely on teaching from other places seven or eight years ago. But in fact, when the last supporter left, no supporter was assigned here. There is only one 63-year-old man in the village who has held up the position of teacher. This so-called "teacher" was only taught Chinese characters for one year.

The "teacher" who has a little dementia knows more than 200 Chinese characters by himself, and the textbooks are also the primary school textbooks that have been ruined by the support teachers.

Inarticulation and a little hysterics, the old man can teach very limited things.

As for the punctuation marks and pinyin vowels, even the old man can't recognize it himself. The duck-filling teaching every day is what the old man has to do.

There are twelve children in the village, half of whom are orphans. Most of the parents did not bring their parents out to work, but the adults who went out never came back.

The old man is helpless and just comforts the child. Maybe the parents will come back next year.

Of course the children are naive and never feel how bad they have been.

The old people's future for these children, that is, their parents learn to go out to work when they are older.

But what is certain is that after going out as an adult, you will never be able to return, and it is only a matter of time before you are abandoned here.

As for why not keep the children growing up and farming in the village?

The village is so big, almost everything of the seven old people in the village is shared.

Twelve children were also assigned to sleep in the homes of seven elderly people.

The crops planted on the four wastelands are only enough for these old people and children to make up. Not to starve to death, but not more.

There is a mountain spring to drain the water, but it is no longer sweet when the villager Ding thrived. It ’s been seven or eight years since I did n’t clean up the bamboo pipes.

The old man's idea is also very simple, pass by.

As for poultry, only this pheasant runs around the mountain.

Young and strong chickens are almost difficult to catch, making it harder for the elderly to come. Not every child can catch up with chickens, so they can only eat old ones.

They are almost old and can't be run anymore before they are caught by the old people, and then they can't bear to kill the cooking.

Eat once a month, occasionally with a few small mountain eggs.

Take care of the children first, and the old people eat the rest.

In fact, the government came once seven years ago.

I came to discuss taking the elderly and children to live near the village with electricity, but they were ruthlessly rejected by these conservative old people.

The government ’s idea is also very simple. It is a waste to lay dozens of kilometers of electric wire into the village for those villages with less than 20 people. But the old man in the village refused to leave, and he could only gradually forget the village.

The old people actually understood in their hearts, thinking about waiting for these children to leave the city and go outside.

Just dig a few graves, one by one, waiting to be buried in the place of birth.

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Twelve children, seven men and five women.

My name is Dog Egg, the fastest child in the village.

But the big man in the village bullied us, he often said that the four of us are children without parents.

But I know that his parents don't want him anymore.

But every time when the argument says that my parents don't want him, Da Zhuang will beat us four.

I run fast, but my other three friends are not so fast.

They can't run strong.

A group of eight people are all children with parents, and all four of us are orphans.

So we were divided into two groups in secret, but in fact grandparents never labeled any of us.

This is also the reason why I hate Zhuang, he is too bad.

We usually eat hot vegetables and nests, and every time we are strong and take the remaining seven to take most of them.

Only leave some for me and our group of children without parents.

Although it is not particularly strong, it is still half a head taller than us.

We can only be bullied by him, we can't beat them.

Not to mention that they have more people, and fighting is inevitable. But this kind of fight is mostly the end of the four of us.

The happiest time is at the end of every month,

Because there are chickens to eat, but the four of us actually eat the rest.

Occasionally, the eggs that I can see are in the hands of Zhuang Zhuang, without our share.

But that's how we had a great time.

Every morning we have to study, the teacher is the oldest grandpa in the village.

He said that only after learning this, can he live well after going out.

But I don't know why, few boys like to listen to grandpa's teaching.

But a few girls listened very seriously.

I actually liked these strokes of text at first, but I really don't know what role these texts can play in my future.

And every time Grandpa taught us, he had to take the already reading glasses for a long time in the only textbook mountain.

The rhythm is ok, and what is said is not necessarily right.

Of course, these were discovered by me later, holding a strange and complicated word.

Every time I asked Grandpa, Grandpa's pronunciation and meaning were different.

This is also the reason why I do n’t like learning Chinese. Anyway, I do n’t know how to teach outside.

Almost once in class, the boys were distracted and only the girls listened with relish.

Of course, no one dared to sleep in class, except Da Zhuang.

In order to be strong, grandpa's fight is indispensable.

Grandpa's Chinese teaching is terrible, but math is better.

I heard that I had done business in the village when I was young, but there were two abacuses in the village.

A handful of grandpas took the teaching by themselves, and a handful of people took the lessons.

One can imagine that even if Zhuang Zhuang is not interested, this abacus has never been given to the four of us.

But even without an abacus, we learn mathematics very seriously.

At least it's more serious than Grandpa's teaching Chinese, from one hundred to thousands.

We will even compare, because we can't think of being stupid than Da Zhuang when we can't beat Da Zhuang.

We gradually grew up, but the bully seems to be getting more and more excessive.

The big emphasis has changed from bullying us boys to girls.

Because two of the four girls here are really pretty, of course, this beauty can only be compared with our own internal.

We will block every time, but obviously we are not a big opponent at all.

At first, Zhuang was only a flirt. Later, he almost started to move his hands.

We will also report to grandparents, but the effect is obviously not as expected.

That night, Da Zhuang dragged Xiao Hong to the grove.

I ran fast, but the strong men still threw me down.

My buddy, another boy among the four, ran into the sea.

Stopped this matter, but paid for it with a left leg.

The sea was severely interrupted by a strong leg, and this matter was temporarily calmed down.

We learned the next day that Xiaohong couldn't help cutting his wrist that night.

Using tiles, the wound is not deep but seems to be infected.

Xiao Hong had wrapped his hands, but his face changed suddenly.

The only donkey cart came into play, and it took only two days and thirty kilometers to save his life.

Da Zhuang is good at learning, but the price paid is really great.

There was no money in the village to cure the disease. Although Xiao Hong was cured, the debt owed seemed to alarm the local leaders.

The sea bandaged itself and said that he was injured. This also led to the future disability of the sea, of course not to talk about now.

The leader came to this forgotten village, and after a while, he accused his men.

And I apologized to every villager in the village, hoping to move the whole village to another village.

The old people still didn't want to go, and showed the leaders the grave they had dug long ago. But I hope that the leadership can take the children away, because the children have a future.

The leader agreed directly, and all the boys were sent to the army except the sea.

The sea and the girls did not know where they were arranged.

After staying in the Armed Forces Department for more than ten days, some of us were sent to various military regions.

And I happened to be with Da Zhuang on a troop-carrying train, and I thought about revenge for the sea and Xiaohong.

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