said that it was elementary school, but Zhang Kun looked at the house in front of him, which was not half the size of his family, and was speechless for a while.

The whole school was built with earthen mud bricks, some of the mud bricks have cracked, and on the wall to the left of Zhang Kun, a large part of the mud bricks on that side have disappeared, only the foundation of the wall is still there.

took a few steps forward and walked to the door, but Zhang Kun was stunned again, he stood there in a daze, looking at the scene inside the door in a daze.

Inside the door, a blackboard supported by tree branches, with stripes of cracks, no podium, no lectern, only a plainly dressed young teacher standing in front of the blackboard, writing something on the blackboard with a white stone that Zhang Kun did not recognize.

And the students in front of the blackboard...... , Zhang Kun's hand holding the backpack shook suddenly.

The students are very mixed, there seem to be both large and small, the small ones are six or seven years old, and the big ones should be about ten years old.

Students of different ages sit in the same classroom.

This may not have stunned Zhang Kun, who had heard of the same classroom shared by people of different ages in some remote mountainous areas. But what about their desks, what about their stools?

Zhang Kun stared blankly at the students who were listening attentively, some of them were shelves built up of a few pieces of wood, and some were even made of cold stones to build a "stone table".

And now Zhang Kun finally knows where the wall where the school disappeared has gone, isn't it the mud bricks on the wall that sit under the buttocks of the students.

No playgrounds, no greenery, not even ...... There are no classrooms.

To be precise, the whole school is a classroom.

Zhang Kun stared blankly at the scene in the school and stood for a long, long time.

"Is this elementary school?" asked Zhang Kun stupidly.

"Yes, elementary school, Shiqiao Elementary School, the only primary school within ten kilometers of the neighborhood!" Huang Shikai replied with a calm face.

He had long been accustomed to the expressions of other people when they first saw the school, and Zhang Kun was not the first, nor would he be the last.

After getting Huang Shikai's affirmation, Zhang Kun was silent.

Although Zhang Kun's family is not wealthy, they still live in the city, with food, clothing, and a house to live in.

When it comes to studying, although Zhang Kun's grades have not been very good since he was a child, whether it is elementary school, junior high school, or now high school, Zhang Kun's school is all bright.

White walls, beautiful blackboards, neat books, clean desks, playgrounds, and shaded .......

Zhang Kun knows that he is still young and has little contact with the society, but Zhang Kun really can't imagine that in today's society that is so progressive, there will still be such a so-called "school"?

No classrooms, no desks, not even books!

Zhang Kun looked at all the students' "desks" empty, some of them didn't even have a pen, holding black charcoal, writing something on the "desk".

Is this also a school?

Why is there such a school?

The township doesn't care, the town doesn't care, the county doesn't care?

Even if these people don't care, what about the so-called Hope Project, Hope Primary School, and the major poverty alleviation foundations?

Why does no one care?

Zhang Kun didn't understand, he didn't often read on TV, the news, and newspapers in the past that a new hope primary school was built in a certain place, and a certain foundation helped poor students realize their dreams ...... studying.

But if that's the case, why is there no one here?

Mud bricks, twigs, wood, stones, cracked blackboards, chalk not chalk, pens made of charcoal...... It is these that make up this school.

Zhang Kun was silent, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in at this time, he looked at the students who were listening attentively, he ...... Sad!

At this time, in the classroom, the teacher put down the "chalk" with a smile on his face, and then announced the end of class and dinner.

Then I saw more than 20 students laughing and jumping up, running to the ground next to the classroom to pick up some porcelain bowls, and then very naturally lined up and stood honestly in front of a cauldron.

At this time, Zhang Kun found that there was still a cauldron in the classroom, and the firewood under the cauldron had been extinguished, but the cauldron was still slowly steaming.

"It's lunchtime!" Huang Shikai muttered, his voice was small, but Zhang Kun heard it clearly.

Before I knew it, it was already noon.

I saw the teacher walk to the cauldron with a smile on his face, uncover the lid, and then take a big spoon and start distributing food one by one.

But when the big spoon scooped out the lid of the pot, Zhang Kun looked at the food in the spoon in disbelief.

Porridge......?

One spoonful of porridge per person, and when everyone finished distributing it, the teacher took out a plastic bottle from behind the cauldron with a snicker, and saw that it was full of fiery red radish strips.

Seeing the radish strips, all the students showed excited expressions and started lining up again, and then the teacher distributed them to each person...... Two?

All the students who received the radish strips excitedly took the radish strips, happily returned to their seats, and drank the hot porridge in a big gulp.

Then, there was no .......

However, looking at the students who were drinking porridge and looking satisfied with the radish strips, Zhang Kun's heart was blocked.

The youngest of them is only six or seven years old.

And the eleven or twelve years old, but it is also the time to grow the body, their lunch, is this?

"Gone?" Seeing someone quickly finish the porridge, chewing the radish strips excitedly, and then put the bowl back in its place, Zhang Kun muttered.

Is it really gone?

There is no rice, but there is no steamed bun either?

Just a bowl of porridge, two radish strips, is enough?

At this time, someone finally found Zhang Kun standing outside the door, only to see a student with a timid look on his face, and then quickly ran to the teacher who was drinking porridge, and carefully said a few words and pointed out the door.

The young teacher was also stunned when he raised his head and saw Zhang Kun, but when he looked at the backpack Zhang Kun was carrying, the teacher quickly put down the rice bowl in his hand and stood up, and then walked towards the door.