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Chapter 94 Donations
The weather in your province is two months later than other places. Winter begins in November, and January and February are the coldest.

When Fang Jing was wandering outside the classroom before, he saw many students shaking their feet while they were in class.

But it's just that other people are cold. Looking at his thick jacket, Director Cao could only choke out that he should wear it more.

Under the rostrum were a few county reporters, holding their cameras and snapping non-stop. It is said that today's content is going to be broadcast on Rongcheng TV Station. Although many people have never watched this TV station, it does not hinder his authority.

"Students, teachers, good morning everyone!"

"Woooooooo!!!"

As soon as the principal finished speaking, there was a burst of thunderous applause.

"Although the weather is a bit cold, let's persevere. I will talk for a few minutes. First of all, everyone applauds and welcomes your senior, Fang Jing, and the reporter friend."

This time the applause was even more enthusiastic. Many students' hands were red, and the brave ones even called Fang Jing's name. After being glared at by the head teacher in the front row, they immediately buried their heads in silence.

"The final exam is coming soon. Before that, we specially invited your graduate seniors back to cheer everyone up. Here I think it is necessary..."

The principal still had a bad temper. He almost didn't talk about the class for a few minutes. Just after he finished speaking, the vice principal stood up with four or five pages of manuscript paper in his hand.

Fang Jing felt drowsy, not to mention the students below, they started whispering one by one, and some took out their mobile phones to take pictures secretly.

"Fang Jing, say something to your juniors to encourage them."

Half an hour later, it was finally Fang Jing's turn to speak.

"Uh... First of all, I would like to thank the school for its cultivation. Without the care of the teachers and leaders, I might not be able to get to where I am today, and I wouldn't even be able to finish junior high school."

"My family's conditions are not good. At that time, I was hungry every day and ran to the office to eat and drink. Thank you teachers for their tolerance."

"There is also the principal. I didn't go to high school that year. He even came to visit my home and gave me financial support. I will always remember this love and dare not forget..."

When she was in the company, Yang Ning specially found someone to train Fang Jing in dealing with people, dining etiquette and daily communication.

Among them, speaking in public places is the most important thing, and what can be said and what cannot be said are warned one by one.

Yang Ning even asked Xiao Wenjing to imitate reporters and ask him questions, all of which were tricky and easily criticized.

This caused Fang Jing to be subconscious and muddled when he opened his mouth now. He had typed out the words twice in his stomach just now, otherwise, according to the original meaning, he would definitely be thanking the school leaders one by one for the aunt who sold hot and sour noodles at the school gate.

After a while, seeing that the atmosphere was a bit loose and the students were listless, Fang Jing's tone changed, and he said relaxedly:

"Teacher Xu used to say that if you learn Chinese well, you can use it wherever you go. I didn't believe it at the time. Isn't this Chinese just writing and memorizing texts? I came first in the exam every time, but when I got home, I was digging the soil and growing vegetables."

"Some time ago, I met a very knowledgeable person, and I told him about it, and he laughed."

"Guess what he said?"

The students on the playground shook their heads after thinking for a few seconds. No one spoke, "How would we know if you didn't tell me? Besides, there are so many school leaders, who would dare to say?"

Fang Jing seemed to have known the ending a long time ago, and continued: "At that time, we were in Shacheng, and we had dinner together at night."

"He said, the green ant's new fermented wine, the small red clay stove, the sky is like snow in the evening, can you drink a glass? This situation, this is Chinese, and uneducated people can only say, come, have another drink .”

"When the literati see the dusk and the sun sets, they will say that the sunset and the solitary bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky. Instead of just saying that the scenery is so beautiful"

"When you see a beautiful woman, you will say that there is a beautiful woman, and you will never forget it when you see it. If you don't see it for a day, you will think like crazy, instead of just saying, date?"

"Hahahaha!"

Not only the students, several teachers on the stage were amused by Fang Jing's words.

"As expected of Teacher Xu, the students he teaches are different." The teacher next to him joked.

Xu Li shook her head, "He used to be self-taught, I didn't teach him much."

At that time, Fang Jing had to earn living expenses and help take care of the family from time to time. He didn't have much time to study in a day, and he never read books when he left class.

He memorizes all the ancient poems and essays as soon as the books are issued every semester. What the two generations have enhanced is not only comprehension, but also a strong memory. One article in a few minutes can be memorized in two to three hours.

In Chinese class, he read mathematics, English, and extracurricular books. Xu Li approached him several times for this matter, but Fang Jing gave up after memorizing a few texts to be tested.

Without him, those Xu Li haven't started teaching yet.

"Jingle Bell!!"

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and before one knew it, Fang Jing had already finished speaking, and the microphone was handed over to another leader.

Many students were stamping their feet in the cold, and Fang Jing also saw a few students who were wearing less clothes runny noses and kept sucking.

In the winter, some students were still wearing cloth shoes, which looked like they came from nearby villages and towns, just like him back then.

"Director Cao, has the number of poor students in our school decreased over the years?" Fang Jing turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"Yes! The country has developed well, and there have been fewer poor households, but many surrounding villages are still very poor."

"How many schools are there?"

Director Cao thought for a few seconds, then said in a deep voice, "About three hundred, accounting for one-fifth of the whole school."

No. [-] Middle School is the best junior high school in the county. Many children from rich families are stuffed here. It is not an exaggeration to say that three hundred poor people can squeeze in through a single-plank bridge.

Fang Jing didn't speak, he lowered his head to think for a while, and took out his mobile phone to calculate.

Director Cao's eyes lit up, he vaguely thought of something, and his face was full of relief.

"See if this works. I give 60 yuan to these [-] students every year as poverty stipends. Every semester, as long as the grades reach the middle and upper grades, one student will get [-] yuan, and the excellent one will get [-] yuan."

"As many people as there are, you can contact me if you don't have enough money, and if you have any leftover, you can keep it for the second semester."

"Okay!" Director Cao was overjoyed, "Fang Jing, I thank you on behalf of the three hundred students."

Although Fang Jing said that he could only get [-] if he had to study in the upper middle school, but how bad would the students who can enter the second middle school be?

Especially poor students, although their family conditions are not good, their grades are definitely top-notch, and they put in more effort than ordinary children.

This kind of standard customized by Fang Jing is like giving away money one by one, and almost everyone can get it.

"Director Cao has won the award, this is what I should do."

For a semester of four months, the average of 1000 yuan is only 250 yuan per month. The amount of money is not too much, or too little, depending on who uses it.

Fang Jing came from here. When he ate in the school cafeteria, it was [-] yuan a meal, and the meal was free. It never exceeded [-] yuan a month.

It's not that he doesn't want to spend a little more money. He is also in the entertainment industry, and there is no tomorrow. Maybe it will be cold at any time, and he will have no money at that time.

And too much is too much, too much money is not a good thing, there are some bloody examples.

(End of this chapter)