Dad's Pastoral Life

Chapter 80 Meteorite Exhibition

By the side of the stream in Taohua Village, under the willow trees, a group of children, big and small, are sitting around.

The supporting teacher Zhao Sizai was sitting on a big rock in the middle, and was telling the children some extracurricular knowledge vividly.After the school was repaired, she already felt that she would not leave here.

The renovation of the elementary school is coming to an end, and we still have to wait for the ventilation to dissipate the smell of paint, remove formaldehyde, etc., so now we can only have classes outside.The children got to know her well and pestered her to tell stories.

Cheng He sat in the shade of another tree, not very far from them.

In fact, Cheng He knew that the supporting teacher had an opinion on him, and generally he wouldn't get so close just out of fun.

The main reason was that little girl Cheng Xinxin, who saw so many people gathered together, thought it was something very interesting, and excitedly huddled with them.

Cheng He wouldn't let the child get too far out of sight, so he had to listen in.

I don't know what that little girl is listening to, can she understand?It also sounded like it was serious.Cheng He wanted to laugh.

Zhao Si is talking about astronomy today.These children are of different sizes and grades, so they can only talk about extracurricular knowledge that they can understand.

She was wearing a white shirt today, dressed like an intellectual young woman, with long wavy hair hanging down her chest, making her figure even more impressive.

But even an ordinary white shirt is probably worth a lot.

She asked softly, "Do you know what color the stars are?"

The questioning tone can easily arouse students' thinking.

So children, big and small, immediately rushed to answer:

"Teacher, I know, it's white."

"No, no, it's obviously blue..."

"It's white, can't you see it at night?"

The children of various ages began to argue, but this argument showed that they were thinking.

Cheng Xinxin had also seen the stars, and answered in a childlike voice, "The stars are very beautiful, and there are so many, many, many stars that I can't even count them..."

It can be said that such a class atmosphere is still good.

At first, Cheng He felt that the supporting teacher was not friendly to him, but he did not expect that she was quite patient in teaching.

After attracting the children's attention, Zhao Si began to give a formal explanation, such as observing the stars with a telescope. In fact, they are colorful and very beautiful.

The children listened with great interest, and then she asked why the stars have so many colors?It was another questioning tone, which aroused the children's thinking.

Zhao Sizai explained them one by one, and the extracurricular knowledge opened the eyes of the children.

In fact, from this aspect, this supporting teacher is still very good, at least very competent.

It's the summer vacation and there are no classes, but she still tries to find a way to tell the children something.

"Ah Chiu..." Seven-year-old Cheng Xuan sneezed and two lines of snot came out.She sucked hard and sucked it back.

After a while, it fell out again.

After repeated several times, she raised her arm, trying to wipe it off with her sleeve.

Zhao Sizai took out a tissue from his bag and said, "Come on, don't use your sleeve, use this to wipe..."

How can a child who is not taken care of by an adult care about it?If you have a cold and a runny nose, at most, the elderly at home will boil some ginger water or something.

As for the runny nose, it usually runs until the cold is gone, and no one pays special attention to it, so sick children always look dirty.

Cheng Xuan is also a left-behind child, and usually has no one to take care of her, and her nose has been running for several days.Then she saw that the teacher's white shirt was scratched by her own dirty clothes.

The teacher is very beautiful, the teacher is her angel, but the angel's clothes were soiled by herself, Cheng Xuan shrank back instinctively.

Zhao Sizai said softly: "Don't move..."

Cheng Xuan suddenly wanted to cry.

The teacher's voice is too gentle, and the teacher's hands are too gentle.The teacher gently held her dirty head and gently wiped her nose. The teacher smells so good.

Cheng Xuan burst into tears and said, "Teacher, you can be my mother..."

Only her mother wiped her nose, but that was already the last Chinese New Year.She misses her mother so much.

Zhao Sizai patted her on the head lightly, feeling a little sour in his heart.

Cheng He expressed his surprise that Zhao Sizai, who has spent a lot of money to renovate the elementary school and wears expensive clothes, doesn't think the children are dirty at all.

Rich people may be willing to spend money to do some charity, but there are not many people who do it themselves.

She cleaned Cheng Xuan carefully, without any look of disgust.

Why would such a person have trouble with himself?
It seems that if there is a chance, we must have a good talk.

Cheng Xinxin, this girl, finally realized that these lessons were not something she could understand now. After blinking her eyes and listening to the book for a long time, she went back to her father in boredom and chatted with him.

Cheng He was about to take the children back, when a class ended there, Zhao Si was letting the children rest freely for a while, and then walked over.

Cheng He knew that the teacher was not kind to him, and was about to walk away, but was stopped.

She asked him, "How is it? Is my lecture okay?"

With a slightly smug look on her face, she obviously knew the answer.

Cheng He replied sincerely: "Very good. You are very patient and caring in your lectures."

"That is." Zhao Sizai said.Then she asked again, "What is the project in the village like? Why I heard that the project seems to be out of reach, and it has something to do with our school construction?"

In which village do children not go to school?Isn't it right to rebuild schools and rectify education?Those people's ideas are too weird, right?

The village is backward, but the thinking cannot be backward.

Cheng He explained: "Those people are like this. They can't do it themselves, and they don't allow others to do it. Our elementary school has been built well, and they are jealous. They don't want us to compete for the project, so they have to make crooked reasons!"

This is not the first time this has happened.

It was the same in the past. When competing for "poor villages", several villages fought fiercely.

Will the project fail because he donated money to repair the school?How can this be!He knew that even without repairing the school, Taohua Village would still be attacked.

Zhao Sizai then asked: "Then tell me, what should we do now? It seemed to be your idea to repair the school at the beginning, right? What are you not allowed to do?"

The tone is already a little bad.

If it hadn't been for Cheng He to repair the school, she probably wouldn't have paid for a major renovation.If there is a mistake, it should be counted on his head first.

She thought so.Anyway, he is a scumbag who abandons women, so he should take the blame.

Cheng He raised his forehead, this female teacher only spoke to herself, and that was the tone. The patience and gentleness she had just shown to the children disappeared without a trace.

In fact, he could also hear that the teacher was also concerned about the projects in the village and worried about the future of the village.

He couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zhao, I have a question that has been in my mind for several days. How did you know my name?"

Zhao Sizai reached out and brushed the curly hair beside his ear, and said leisurely: "People like you are ungrateful and will always forget everyone."

Cheng He raised his eyebrows, who did he forget?Where did this come from.

You're still ruthless and ungrateful, this hat should be a little too big!
He suddenly approached her, sniffed her fragrance and asked, "Mr. Zhao, when did I hurt you?"

Zhao Si was screaming, quickly dodged, squinted at him, snorted, turned and left, and went to teach the children.

Cheng He smiled faintly.

In fact, he has also seriously thought about the competition for projects in the village.

The current situation in Taohua Village is very mysterious.In order to compete, the villages will definitely resort to any shameless means.

In the face of huge interests, if nothing happens, how is that possible?

But the situation is still unclear now, so I'm anxious now, maybe it's too early.There is no such thing as a Jedi counterattack.Slowly wait for the situation to develop, and then deal with it.

Taohua Village is not all hopeless, and it shouldn't start crying now.

When everything was still unclear, Cheng He received an invitation.

The Association of Meteorite Lovers decided to hold a small meteorite exhibition.

Because Cheng He, a new member, has been recruited recently, and everyone has only seen pictures of the meteorites he owns, but not the real objects, so they set the exhibition address in Nanshan City.

It can be said that this exhibition basically focuses on displaying Cheng He's meteorites.

Meteorite Enthusiasts is a provincial non-governmental association with members all over the province, and even from other provinces.I used to hold exhibitions in the province, but this is the first time I have come to Nanshan City.

Of course, the exhibition consumption within the association comes from the association's internal funds, that is, the membership fee paid by each person, and some commissions voluntarily handed in by some people after each successful transaction.

Members of the Meteorite Association are all self-proclaimed high-end players, and these small purchases are not taken seriously.

Cheng He came into contact with meteorites for the first time, joined the association for the first time, and participated in this kind of exhibition for the first time. He felt very fresh, so he readily agreed to participate.

The time is set in a week.

　Thanks to [Love Han Fei] and [Leisurely Farmer] for their support, and thanks to my friends for continuing to vote.This chapter came late, it was originally a chapter in the morning.But after I finished writing, I revised it three or four times in a row, so I dragged it until now.Thanks to my friends who still support me, I will continue to work hard.Thank you everyone!
　　
　
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