Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 188

Lifting his legs into the courtyard and entering the house, Mrs. Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu hurriedly asked about the situation.

On the way back, Qin Huairu had already thought up her speech, and everything was Yang Xiaotao's fault.

Everything can only be Yang Xiaotao's fault.

"What? 500 yuan!"

Jia Zhang jumped up, if it wasn't for his short stature, he might have smashed through the roof.

"Huairu, did you hear me right?"

Jia Dongxu couldn't believe it either.

Qin Huairu nodded affirmatively.

"That's right, Yang Xiaotao donated 500 yuan to the village to build the school!"

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

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

"If I have 500 yuan, will I still use it like this?"

"Forget it, it won't work!"

Jia Dongxu retreated and said no more.

The Jia Zhang family on the side successfully shifted the target, "Damn you little bastard, you will die."

"Take the money from our compound and give it to a dilapidated village, and build a school. A thing that eats dirt for a lifetime, but still wants to study? Pooh!"

"Uneducated bastard, our family is so difficult, and we don't know how to help, and even give money to Mudleg, this heartless little bastard! It's so bad..."

Shouting and cursing continued, Qin Huairu on the side lowered his head, neither joy nor sadness in his eyes.

"Oh, 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 street office had a look of anger, and he pinched Yang Xiaotao's ear with two fingers, making a small mess.

But anyone can see that this anger is just faking, not seeing the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Besides, if you are really angry, you will stretch out your hand and twist someone's ear?

I have already pulled the street office.

This kind of behavior, in the eyes of ordinary people, is the result of the elders educating the younger generation, and there is a lot of love 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 that Yang Xiaotao felt bitter after hearing this.

Who would have thought that when he got up to work early in the morning, he would be blocked by someone right after he got out of the middle courtyard, and he would not dare to resist as soon as he got up.

Seeing Yang Xiaotao yelling, many people around looked over, Director Wang saved some face for Yang Xiaotao and let go.

Yang Xiaotao hurriedly grinned.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Seeing his appearance, Director Wang is now also relieved.

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

These days, it would be nice to be able to feed oneself, so how can there be surplus food to help others?
But Yang Xiaotao did just that.

How long does it take to save 500 yuan?

What's more, does it hurt to take it out?
She asked herself that she couldn't do this kind of thing.

So I appreciate Yang Xiaotao's awareness, even love him.

But what made her feel uncomfortable was that if she didn't mention such a big matter to her, it wouldn't be her own.

"Oh! My heart hurts."

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

When Yang Xiaotao heard this, he thought to himself that he never planned to tell her about it.

But how dare he say it?

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

"Hey, when your Aunt Wang is a child, what are you talking about after everything is done, just let me know!"

"How can it be!"

"There are things you don't dare to do. It's okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I will go to the street to do it in two days. We have some paper and pens that we don't need, and we will treat them as gifts for the children."

"Ah, oh oh, thank you on behalf of the village, thank you to the colleagues in the sub-district office~~ouch~~it hurts so much"

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

"Who are you being polite to?"

"Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang, I'm not welcome, my own people are all my own people!"

Yang Xiaotao hurriedly begged for mercy, and when Director Wang heard this, he let go.

"That's what it sounds like."

"You've been restless all day, hurry up and find someone to take care of. How about I ask Sangu to introduce you again?"

"hey-hey."

"Don't hey all day, get some snacks."

"Oh."

Yang Xiaotao could only smile at this matter.

"Okay, I'm leaving. Remember to come to the street office to get things."

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

Director Wang paused, turned around and gave Yang Xiaotao a gouging look, and then left quickly.

Yang Xiaotao was helpless, didn't he just go to drink last time and drank Uncle Li down?Need to see him like this?
However, Aunt Wang's thoughts, they Yangjiazhuang will keep in mind.

I tidied up my clothes, rubbed my red ears, and went to work.

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

drink... spit...

Silly Zhu spat thick phlegm from behind, feeling disdainful.

"Grandpa, look, everyone knows about such a stupid thing, as if I'm afraid others won't know, that's all..."

Silly Zhu babbled on all the way, regardless of Yi Zhonghai's increasingly ugly face, he didn't restrain himself until the kitchen.

However, what happened in the front yard still refreshed the knowledge of the people in the courtyard.

Yang Xiaotao and Director Wang of the sub-district office are a family.

Some things, when you do it again, you have to think carefully.

Jiazhang shrank her neck and hid in the house, her mouth was also clean.

I'm afraid Director Wang will kill her and take her away.

She is really afraid.

February 1962, 2, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Yi, open!
The sky is high and the air is crisp, and the northwest wind is warmed by the sun. With warmth, it blows on the faces of the children and smiles.

Today is the day of Yangjiazhuang Primary School.

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

At the forefront is the representative presiding over the ceremony.

Yang Taiye, Yang Dazhuang, who represents the village.

Secretary Wang, who represents the leaders of the town.

There was also Fatty Ding who heard the news, and Yang Xiaotao who was the host of the ceremony.

Several people stood together, behind them were three large houses, and through the window sills, one could see tables neatly arranged horizontally and vertically.

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

In addition, there are books that exude the fragrance of ink.

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

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Yang Xiaotao walked up to them with a tin horn.

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

"This means that our Yangjiazhuang will bid farewell to ignorance, get rid of illiteracy, and open our eyes to see this new world!"

"This will be a day of great significance!"

Yang Xiaotao looked at the children, all wearing red scarves, their faces were high-spirited, their eyes sparkled, and they shouted loudly.

"The first item of the ceremony! Flag raising!"

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

"Sing the national anthem!"

"Arise, those who do not want to be slaves..."

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

After the flag was hoisted, Yang Xiaotao stepped forward.

"To be able to stand here, we need to thank the support from organizations, leaders and all walks of life. Next, let us give warm applause, welcome Secretary Wang, and give a speech to everyone."

Papapa

Amidst the voice, a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit, with a solemn expression, took over the tin horn and nodded to Yang Xiaotao.

"Children, you must cherish this rare opportunity. Your today is bought by the blood and lives of countless ancestors and martyrs..."

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

Papapa

"Ahem, let me just say a few words, children are the future of our Yangjiazhuang. To borrow Xiaotao's words, no matter how hard it is, children cannot be miserable, and education cannot be poor, no matter how poor..."

Bang bang bang bang
"Next, I'd like to invite the station master to speak."

Papapa

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

"On behalf of Grain Station, I will donate [-] catties of coarse grain to the children..."

roar roar

Bang bang bang bang
The scene is more enthusiastic.

"The opening ceremony is over."

"Freshmen please, enter!"

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

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

Yang Xiaotao came to a teacher and started the first class in his life.

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

This time, children aged six to 12 were called to school.

This was the village's decision, and Yang Xiaotao had nothing to do with the times.

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

Right now, Yang Xiaotao's class is composed of children aged 12 to [-].

Reach out, pick up the chalk, and write the three words "Chinese" on the blackboard made of cement.

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

The children below watched carefully and learned.

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

Therefore, most of the time has to be handed over 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 these days.

Those who have a family and a house want to stay in the city, where they can eat public food and have less stress in life.

As for the teachers in the school, it is impossible to ask them to give up their jobs and come to the countryside. It's not that Yang Xiaotao belittled their consciousness, it's the reality.

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

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

(End of this chapter)