Rebirth 96: Begin the life of a monster from kindergarten

Chapter 52 Don't bully the poor

On the morning of March 1998, 3, a warm love donation ceremony was held at Zhaojiacun Primary School, Dongshan Town, Luocheng County. Zhang Yixing, a well-known children's writer, and Zheng Wanlong, chairman of Huicheng Department Store, donated 25 sets of love desks to Zhaojiacun Primary School. chair.

When interviewed by reporters, Zheng Wanlong, chairman of Huicheng Department Store, said that in the future, he will continue to donate desks and chairs to rural kindergartens in the county, use practical actions to repay the parents and fellow villagers, and carry out love to the end.

Zhao Junyi, the principal of Zhaojiacun Primary School, expressed his gratitude to the caring people Zhang Yixing and Zheng Wanlong on behalf of all the teachers and students of the school.

Liu Mingshuo, deputy secretary of the county party committee and county magistrate, attended the ceremony and delivered an important speech. He fully affirmed and highly praised Zhang Yixing and Zheng Wanlong for not forgetting their hometown and giving back to their hometown.

After everything was over and everyone left, Zhang and his party finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The principal, Zhao Junyi, looked like an idiot who still had something to say. He stared at his palms as if he was reminiscing about something, and muttered: "Hey, hey, I shook hands with the county magistrate, and I honor my ancestors!"

Turning his head, Zhao Junyi looked at Zhang Yixing standing next to him and sighed: "Yixing, I am lucky to have you!"

Zhang Yixing couldn't help but change Zhao Junyi's face to Zhou Xun's, and couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing Zhang and his entourage fleeing, Zhao Junyi scratched his scalp in confusion, shook his head and returned to the office.

Sitting on his new office chair, Zhao Junyi hummed a ditty with satisfaction.

I sighed in my heart: How great it would be if this were my own child!
  In fact, as early as yesterday, the pure wooden hard chairs of all teachers at Zhaojiacun Primary School were replaced by comfortable soft office chairs. However, they were not allowed to be photographed by the media because only Zhaojiacun Primary School in the county had this treatment.

After all, there is a difference between closeness and distance.

After finishing their work at school, Zhang and his party asked for leave again because there were still things to do in the village.

Teacher Hu was helpless about this and didn't even ask him to write a request for leave. He was used to it anyway.

That afternoon, Zheng Wanxiang led someone to pull a cart of goods to the Zhangjiatang Village Committee.

Even though Rao had already known the news in advance, the village chief's eyes widened.

These days, not every household is willing to eat even a barrel of oil.

When I think of Zhang Guangzong's family's previous desolation, I look at Zhang Yixing who is now chatting and laughing with Zheng Wanxiang.

The village chief couldn’t help but sigh with emotion as the old saying goes:

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully young people into poverty!
  The loudspeaker of the Zhangjiatang Village Committee rang.

"Everyone pay attention, everyone pay attention! Everyone in the village who is over sixty years old, everyone in the village who is over sixty years old, come to the village brigade, come to the village brigade, Zhang Yixing, Zhang Yixing, prepare a bucket for everyone Soybean oil and ten kilograms of dried noodles, one person gets two things, one person gets two things, free of charge, free of charge, all with ID cards, all with ID cards, over sixty years old, over sixty years old!"

After shouting, the village chief turned off the loudspeaker and looked at Zhang Yixing and Zheng Wanxiang standing next to him and laughed.

Zhang Yixing thanked you: "Uncle, please excuse me. I should buy more soybean oil and noodles this time. When they finish collecting, you can divide the rest as you see."

The village chief scratched his scalp, and his face suddenly bloomed like flowers, "I'm so sorry, I'm not even sixty yet!"

Zhang Yixing smiled: "Hey, it's almost done, just think of it as early as possible!"

"Okay, I'll take it then! I'll keep an eye on you for a while and make things clear for you!"

"That's troublesome!"

"No trouble, no trouble!"

Zheng Wanxiang gave Zhang and his party a thumbs up, then followed Zhang and his party to the village committee yard.

Photographers waiting outside had their cameras ready.

In less than two minutes, people started to walk into the courtyard one after another, some were confused, some were excited, and some young people came to watch the fun.

"Listen, you're talking about hair oil and noodles, they're all fake!"

"I'm sixty, I'm sixty!"

"Can I get it at fifty-nine?" "Where can I get it? How can I get it?"

"Okay, okay, you bought the oil and noodles. You were so willing to give them up, so many people are pinching them!"

The village chief also came out at this moment, and while directing everyone to line up in the yard, he shouted loudly: "Only those over sixty years old can get it. Those who don't have an ID card can go back and get an ID card, or a household registration book. Those who are under 60 will wait until after 60. They will come every year from now on. They have made a difference and done good things for the village. Everyone should remember it. Don’t just think about taking advantage. Put them all in line. Those who are not old enough should go back. News photo Stay here, don’t be embarrassed!”

The prestige of the village chief is still very strong, and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. Although there were some whispers, the team was finally lined up.

The village chief nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand, "Okay, let's go into the house one by one and get the oil and noodles!"

The door of the village committee room was opened just now, and inside were the people led by Zheng Wanxiang who came to deliver goods and goods, to help Zhang and his party.

The old man who was first in line walked through the door anxiously. After his ID card was checked and his name was written down by the delivery staff, he received a bucket of soybean oil and ten kilograms of noodles.

The crowd behind suddenly became commotion again.

"Oh, I really got it!"

"It's really crazy!"

The village chief coughed and shouted responsibly: "What's the mess? What's the mess? Come on, our children in the village can't deceive everyone. This year I'll make up for last year's compensation. From now on, I'll get it before the Chinese New Year every year. Remember." Do your best, this is your own child, no outsider will be willing to give you oil or rice!"

Zhang Yixing smiled, he was worthy of being a village chief and he knew how to talk.

In this way, people went in one by one, and then came out one by one carrying oil and noodles. There were elders who were familiar with Zhang and his party, and there were also old people who were unfamiliar to Houcun. They were all as happy as during the New Year.

Zhang and his party counted thirty-eight old people in total.

By the time everything was done here, it was already an hour and a half later.

Zheng Wanxiang left with his staff, and the county reporter and photographer also left together.

Zhang and his party greeted the village chief and then Shi Shiran left the village committee compound.

Walking on the road, suddenly an old lady with a hunchback came over to her.

Zhang and his party knew her because she was the only hunchback in the village, an old man living alone, and they heard that children were not allowed to serve in the army.

Since the TV series "Prime Minister Liu Luoguo" was broadcast, children in the village will secretly call her Liu Luoguo when they see her.

"Okay, okay!"

"Ang, I am!"

The old lady stared at Zhang and his party, grinning, and handed over the handkerchief she had been covering in her palm.

The handkerchief was opened and there were three eggs inside.

"Okay, okay, I heard they said you like to eat red eggs. They are just boiled and there is no red paper at home. Don't be offended!"

Zhang and his party were stunned for a moment. Seeing the old lady holding the egg, they quickly caught it.

The eggs are piping hot.

When the old lady saw Zhang and his entourage catching the eggs, she left happily, still saying, "Good boy, good boy."

After standing on the road for a long time, Zhang and his party took the eggs home and ate them while walking.

When I got to the door of my house, I had finished all the eggs.

Some of the emotions in my heart also disappeared.

In fact, he doesn't like eating eggs much anymore.

(End of this chapter)