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Chapter 1289 The Fire of Hope
Thinking about things on his mind, the food was tasteless, and the village head also saw that Li Minghui was absent-minded. While secretly surprised, he was also a little worried. Every young person who came to Daxin Village was actually the old village head's heart. Hope, in the heart of the village head, is an urgent hope to see the emergence of new support teachers.

Veteran teacher Liu Zhenguo is already old. His 50s are nothing in a big city, but in this impoverished village, he has actually reached the age of retirement and devoted his whole life to the education of Daxin Village. Liu Zhenguo has gradually become powerless. I heard that Liu Zhenguo has planned to graduate from college. His son, who has a good job in a big city, resigned and went home.

The village head is also the seat of the village party secretary. In this Daxin village, he knows the situation of each household. Lao Liu has dedicated his whole life. His son is also here. Now that someone is willing to come, the village head feels I really hope that this young man in front of me can stay.

I feel a little selfish in my heart, but the villagers of Daxin Village really don't want Lao Liu to bring his son here, which is pushing him into a pit of fire.

That's right, everyone in the village understands that supporting education here for a lifetime is a pit of fire!
Now Li Minghui is the hope of the old village chief!

"Why don't you come back at night and have something to eat. I think someone will come back from hunting and eat well at that time. Looking at your current appearance, I hope to visit the school. It's rare that you are interested. Let's go there!"

The village chief knew that people would not want to continue eating and drinking here, so he immediately got up and drank a bowl of wine, and said.

"Village chief, do you want to go in person?"
Looking at the appearance of the old village chief, Li Minghui asked.

"It's okay, I'm free too, it's just a few steps away!"

It said it was a few steps, but in fact it took about half an hour to walk on a slightly flat land. When he saw the school and the dilapidated house in front of him, it was exactly the same as in the video. Li Minghui felt extremely emotional. complicated.

"The conditions in the village are too poor. This is the only place with convenient transportation. This school was established by Lao Liu himself at that time. It's just that the conditions in the mountains are too poor, and it's too difficult to rebuild!"

Looking at the school, the village chief also sighed a little. He had also studied here before, and he was very impressed. When Liu Zhenguo came, he was able to let him go to school. He still remembers the excitement to this day.

It's a pity that his family's conditions are so poor that he barely finished elementary school, and his grades were not too good. It was too difficult for him to enter the middle school in the village, so he went home early to work in agriculture. With a certain amount of education, This is the village head of Daxin Village. The conditions in the village have improved in the past two years, and the country often provides subsidies. However, it is really difficult to build a new school here and retain talents.

It happened to be the afternoon class time. Li Minghui stopped the village chief from calling someone out. Through the glass of the classroom that had been hairy for too long, Li Minghui saw Liu Zhenguo.

The person in front of him has gray hair and a slightly hunched body. From his face, one can vaguely see the demeanor of his youth. He should be tall. Even if he is hunched, he still looks 1.7 meters tall. When he raised his head, Li Minghui even saw the purest thing in the world.

On the dilapidated blackboard, Liu Zhenguo was writing mathematical formulas at the moment, extremely neat, one stroke at a time, even though the speed was very slow, but it was so powerful.

There are about forty students sitting in the classroom, ranging from seven or eight-year-old children to twelve or thirteen-year-old boys. Every child is extremely serious, with their honest arms on the dilapidated small desk, serious Looking at the words on the blackboard, of course the older children were writing something with their heads down, which made Li Minghui feel bitter for a while!

From the mouth of the village chief, I learned that such a school has produced more than a dozen college students. Every year, children from the village enter the outside world. It is a pity that the people who go out even They sent money back, but they didn't dare to come back. They were afraid of seeing Teacher Liu's expectant eyes, and they were afraid that they would not be able to bear it and stay here...

A respectable person, a great person, a pure person, the inexplicable Li Minghui had such an idea in his heart, this is a truly respectable person, defending everything here with his life!
"Sometimes we also make cameo appearances and take over as substitute teachers, but it's a pity that we don't have the level and patience of Mr. Liu. Children still can't do without Mr. Liu, and they can't do without professional teachers!"

There was mist in the eyes of the old village chief, looking at his mentor, at such an age, who was still writing with his own hands, no one could understand the soreness in his heart.

The children are very good, one blackboard is finished writing, the other half Liu Zhenguo has not started to write, there are older children who leave and take turns to wipe it, the small blackboard is always so clean, the hope of a group of children, is Pinned on this little blackboard.

When the chalk dust fell, the children wiped it quickly and carefully, trying to keep the chalk dust away from their beloved teachers as much as possible. They knew that many years of teaching had caused the teacher to have serious occupational diseases.

They don't know what occupational diseases are, but they know in their hearts that they should be as careful as possible to prevent chalk dust from falling around the teacher...

"A group of lovely children, a noble person!"

Li Minghui sighed, and finally the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Liu Zhenguo kindly let the children go out freely. He saw the village chief and the young man Li Minghui early on. He put his hopes on Li Minghui, and he was afraid that he would be disappointed again.

In fact, he also knew that when a young man came here, his life was basically ruined, but when he thought of the children and those innocent smiling faces, Liu Zhenguo could only feel that he was going to be selfish.

In fact, he has made a plan in his heart. If it doesn't work, he will call his son back and pass on the torch. He will take over the teaching whip from the previous teacher, and then he will be responsible for finding the next successor for the children!
Pass on the torch, pass on hope, the children's hope cannot be cut off!

"This is Teacher Liu!"

Li Minghui went up first, and held Liu Zhenguo's hands tightly, ignoring that his hands were covered with chalk dust. Li Minghui admired this person very much. , was also buried here. Li Minghui heard that Liu Zhenguo's wife couldn't bear it and left here, but he was still willing to let his son take over his career at the last moment...

Passing the torch from generation to generation ruins one person's hope and makes more children have hope. This is the fire of hope!
(End of this chapter)