After the construction of the sweet potato workshop was completed, under the instruction of Lin Ping, Liu Mingdong organized the women of their village to process a batch of sweet potato products by hand.

The women first use the most primitive grinding disc to grind the dried sweet potatoes into powder, and then process the sweet potato powder into flour skin, vermicelli and vermicelli through a series of processes.

And Lin Ping once again asked Yu Mengfei to draw a few pictures by hand, the content of the pictures is the content of the Kushan women's handmade sweet potato products, the women on the pictures are full of happy and simple smiles, the establishment of this sweet potato workshop makes them reveal these smiles from the heart, their smiles are full of yearning for a better life and expectations for a happy tomorrow.

Their smiles make people feel deeply affected, and they seem to be able to taste happiness from these sweet potato products.

According to Lin Ping's meaning, the design of these pictures is quite the essence of the propaganda posters of the 50s and 60s of the last century, which makes people see a sense of historical beauty and nostalgia.

Lin Ping took the picture drawn by Yu Mengfei and Wang Xinming to the packaging factory in person, and the owner of the packaging factory personally welcomed Lin Ping to the house to drink tea, and now Zhongguo Hope School has become an important customer of this packaging factory.

In accordance with Lin Ping's requirements, the packaging highlighted several big words such as "pure handmade" and "pure natural without any additives", and then crowned with the words "Honorable Produced by Zhongguo Hope School".

Unconsciously, "Zhongguo Hope School" is now not only a school, but also the hope of Kushan education, but also a brand, the hope of Kushan's development.

In the early morning of October 30th, Wang Xinming drove slowly away from Kushan under the expectant eyes of a group of people, this time the car was loaded not only with mountain eggs, mountain fungus and mountain mushrooms from Kushan, but also sweet potato products processed by the bittersweet sweet potato workshop.

Wang Xinming drove the car and looked at the villagers on both sides of the road through the rearview mirror, and the people of several surrounding villages, especially Liujia Village, heard that he was going to send the sweet potato products processed by the sweet potato workshop to the provincial capital today, so they spontaneously came to watch and see him off.

Looking at the hopeful eyes of the villagers, Wang Xinming tightened his grip on the steering wheel, he knew that this time the car carried not only mountain eggs and sweet potato products, but also the hope of the people in Kushan, he silently prayed in his heart: it must be successful, these sweet potato products must be recognized and welcomed by the people in the city.

"Disperse, disperse, everyone go home, when Wang Xinming comes back, I will tell the news to Village Chief Liu Mingdong, and Uncle Mingdong will tell everyone at that time." Lin Ping said to the surrounding villagers.

Liu Mingdong also said: "Yes, I heard from Principal Lin, let's all disperse, go back to each house to find their own mother, what to do, don't stay here to grind foreign workers." ”

"Village chief, what should I do if I don't have a mother?" said a villager who looked a little silly, giggling, seemingly joking with Liu Mingdong.

Liu Mingdong glanced at this person and said angrily: "You are a foolish thing, and you are still joking with your wife? ”

The big guys around laughed.

Liu Mingdong scolded himself and laughed, and then said, "I don't have a mother to go home to find my daughter-in-law." ”

"What should I do if I don't have a daughter-in-law? Someone else coaxed.

Liu Mingdong scolded with a smile: "Arrange a shovel, and I will arrange an old sow for you." ”

The big guy laughed again.

"The old sow is good, there are only two on the little daughter-in-law, and there are two rows on the old sow!" Suddenly, a villager opened his mouth and said a meat word.

Then a group of villagers opened their mouths and laughed, infected by this atmosphere, Lin Ping and Zhang Yipeng couldn't help but lower their heads and laugh helplessly.

The innocent Yu Mengfei frowned, looked at Zhang Yipeng and Lin Ping, and said, "What are you two laughing at? What are you talking about? What old sow, what two rows?"

Zhang Yipeng said: "It's okay, it's nothing, let's go back to school." ”

However, Yu Mengfei asked reluctantly in the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the end: "What do you mean, Zhang Yipeng, if you don't explain it to me today, you just wait for me." ”

Zhang Yipeng said with a look of grievance: "I didn't say or explain, but I'll explain it to you privately when I go back." ”

Yu Mengfei is obviously a girl who grew up in the city, and she has never seen what the old sow looks like.

Lin Ping also smiled and said: "When you see the old sow again, you observe the body structure of the old sow a little, and you will understand what they are talking about." ”

In the afternoon of the same day, the bridge funded by Zhongguo Hope School to help Shijia Village was completed, and Lin Ping was also invited by the villagers of Shijia Village to attend the completion ceremony of the bridge.

The bridge is simple and small, without too much decoration and ornamentation, just an ordinary and simple bridge, and the width of the bridge is just enough to accommodate a car to pass through. The clear water of the river flows slowly under the bridge, and you can occasionally see a few small fish swimming leisurely.

"Principal Lin, give this bridge a name. Shi Weiqing looked at Lin Ping and said with a smile on his face.

"Yes, Principal Lin, it is you who funded the construction of this bridge, and you name it. The villagers of Shijia Village said enthusiastically that although the bridge was nominally funded by Zhongguo Hope School, they all knew in their hearts that it was actually built by Lin Ping.

In the hearts of this group of simple mountain people, Lin Ping is the principal of Zhongguo Hope School, the school is Lin Ping's, and what the school does is what Lin Ping does. And in fact, it is.

Lin Ping pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I really can't think of a good name for this bridge for a while. ”

"I think it's better to call it Lin Pingqiao and commemorate Principal Lin!" said some villagers with a smile.

"How can that happen!" Shi Weiqing resolutely objected, "The bridge is used to walk on the bridge, we step on the bridge every day, and use Principal Lin's name as a bridge, so don't we walk on this bridge in the future?"

Shi Weiqing's words were a little superstitious, but they were defending Lin Ping, and the surrounding villagers also nodded in agreement with what Shi Weiqing said.

"Why don't you just use the name of the old bridge and call it Shijiaqiao?" another villager suggested.

"No, no," the proposal was immediately opposed by others, "the old bridge has been washed away, and it is unlucky for you to use the name of the old bridge for the new bridge." ”

The villagers argued endlessly, and Lin Ping saw that if he didn't say a name today, he might not be able to stop discussing until dark, so he thought about it again and opened his mouth and said, "I think, let's call it Xinhe Bridge." ”

The villagers all quieted down, and Lin Ping explained: "Xinheqiao, new is innovation, innovation, new look, new atmosphere, our Kushan will be a new Kushan; Xinhe Bridge is a new type of bitter mountain, a harmonious bitter mountain bridge. ”

After Lin Ping finished speaking, Shi Weiqing took the lead in applauding, and the villagers of Shijia Village also applauded warmly. In fact, some villagers don't really understand what Lin Ping meant, but they think that Lin Ping is a cultural person after all, and what Lin Ping said sounds very awesome, and besides, the bridge was built at people's expense, anyway, it will be over with applause and nodding.

As a result, this new bridge that crosses the Kushan River and connects the two banks of Shijia Village was named "Xinhe Bridge".

Xinhe, the bitter mountain of new economic development, the bitter mountain of harmonious quality civilization.

This is Lin Ping's expectation for this bridge.