The old master's house was crying, Zhenhua stood in front of the door in a daze, suddenly thought of Qi Lei, and hurriedly called Qi Lei to inform the old master of his death.

When Qi Lei received the call, he was also taken aback and complained: "Zhenhua, why did you do it? Why didn't you notify me two days ago? I'll be back right away! The old master is my teacher, and I must send him up the mountain!"

Going up the mountain refers to mourning.

Zhenhua sighed, walked into the house, helped Yao Tiangang and the brothers, and arranged the old master's funeral.

Qi Lei was in Nanjing, and he rushed back at noon that day, bought 100 wreaths and 2,000 firecrackers in Heyuan Town, and asked his store to drive a truck to send them over.

After getting out of the car, Qi Lei bowed in front of the old master's spirit, tears blurred.

Filial son thanks.

Zhenhua was in charge of knowing the guest, pulled Qi Lei up, and asked in a low voice: "What are you buying so many wreaths and firecrackers for?

Qi Lei sniffled: "The old master is my teacher, and I am a student, just a little heart...... At the end of last year, I also told the old master that I would have time to learn from him in the future, but I didn't expect it to be so soon...... Alas!"

Yao Tiangang stepped forward to salute the cigarette and express his gratitude.

Qi Lei gave a gift of five hundred, and suddenly asked: "By the way, the old master is gone, I want to leave his jujube cane behind, make a thought, I don't know you ...... Will you say yes?"

"This ......" Yao Tiangang was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Naturally, we don't have any opinions in our family, but I'm afraid that for you, this is not very lucky, after all, it is something used by the old man." ”

"What are you afraid of? The old master is over eighty years old, and he is happy and mourning, and keeping his things can also touch his blessings. Qi Lei said.

Yao Tiangang nodded: "Okay, I'll keep the old man's crutches, and you can take it after the hair is introduced." ”

Zhenhua listened to it on the side, and also felt that Qi Lei was insane, why did he keep the old master's crutches?

The old master stopped mourning at home for two days, cremated on the second day, and mourned on the third day.

The villagers of Dongwan 1234 Group and Da Yaozhuang and Xiaogezhuang are almost all there. Many people from outside also came. The teachers who have taught at East Bay Primary School over the years have also come.

On the day of the funeral, more than 40 tables of banquets were held, which was the largest funeral banquet in Dongwan Village for decades.

Zhenhua was busy until mid-afternoon, and then he went to the table to eat.

Qi Lei didn't leave, and waited for Zhenhua.

After the meal, Qi Lei took the old master's jujube cane in his car and laughed.

Zhenhua was depressed, rolled his eyes and asked, "There is something wrong with you, what are you laughing at?"

Qi Lei said with a smile: "You don't understand, the old master's jujube wood crutch is Shang Fang's sword, which beats the unconscious king and the slander minister." I keep this Shang Fang sword, it will be very useful in the future!"

"In the old master's hand, it is Shang Fang's sword, and in your hand, it is a burning stick!" Zhenhua glared at Qi Lei, preparing to go home.

Qi Lei grabbed Zhenhua, pointed to the school at the head of Da Yaozhuang Village, and said, "Zhenhua, don't go." Let me tell you, the old master is gone, our Dongwan Primary School is handed over to you, and you have to show me the school! The old master is right, no matter how poor the place is, there must be a school and the voice of reading. You are the village secretary, and this is your task. ”

Zhenhua looked at the school and sighed:

"The situation is stronger than the people. When the road was not repaired, I thought that if the road was repaired, Dongwan Village would be greatly changed. Unexpectedly, the road was repaired, and half of the students in the school ran away! There was a road, and everyone rode their bicycles to send their children to the central school. How long this school will remain, I don't know. ”

Since the repair of Zhendong Avenue, Dongwan Village has not only become more lively, but even more depressed!

In the past two years, the rapid development of harvesters has greatly liberated the labor force, improved efficiency and shortened working hours, and the villagers have become more and more idle.

As a result, more and more villagers put farming in the second place, and working to earn money in the first place.

Now, except for the busy farming hours and the Spring Festival, there are few young adults in the village.

According to Zhenhua's understanding, there are already a few villagers who have earned money by working outside and bought a house in the city to settle down.

It is foreseeable that in the future, the countryside will be further depressed.

Qi Lei didn't care so much, waved his hand: "You are like an old master, just take care of the school." If you need money, tell me that I will fully support the education of my hometown!"

"Okay, okay, I'll talk about it later!" Zhenhua was too lazy to talk to Qi Lei, and he was tired, so he waved home.

The days are still the same as before, day after day.

In the autumn, Pu Jia and Qi Shuai's group of children went to junior high school, in the original Hedong Township Middle School.

Zhenhua's daughter, Panpan, is also in the fifth grade.

After the autumn harvest, that afternoon, Zhenhua was ploughing the land and preparing for the autumn planting work.

As the village secretary, Zhenhua is very busy, and he has very little time to do farm work.

When the villagers saw Zhenhua plowing the land, they all joked: "Secretary, plough the land yourself today?"

"The secretary also needs to eat. Zhenhua had to laugh.

Dongwan Village has had harvesters in the past two years, but there are no rotary cultivators. Ploughing the field and raking the ground, or using a hand-held tractor.

Halfway through the plowing of a piece of land, Zhenhua sat on the ridge of the field to rest, and just lit a cigarette, but heard the loud voice of the loud uncle shouting in front of the village: "Zhenhua, Zhenhua, the teacher of Panpan is coming to you!"

Yilan was also leveling the clods in the field, and hurriedly said to Zhenhua: "Is there something wrong with Panpan in the school?

Zhenhua was also surprised, wearing a broken straw hat, rolled up his trouser legs, and wearing mud-stained yellow Lux shoes and ran home.

There was a little girl in her twenties sitting in front of the door, who was Panpan's homeroom teacher, Teacher Wu.

"Teacher, why are you here? Is it Zhao Panpan who made a mistake at school?" Zhenhua smiled and asked cautiously.

"Hello, hello, you are Zhao Panpan's parent, right?" the teacher nodded and smiled, stood up and said:

"Yes, our school is registering the students' family situation, especially the financial situation. According to the spirit of the superiors, 10 percent of the poor students in each class can enjoy the state's financial aid, which is about 300 yuan per semester. ”

"Oh oh......" Zhenhua nodded, still not understanding what Teacher Wu meant.

Teacher Wu smiled and said, "We let the students report their family situation by themselves. Zhao Panpan said that your family is a poor household and still lives in a small tile house, she said that her parents have no skills, they can't go out to work to earn money, and they have grandparents to support. It is said that you have been injured in a fight with someone before, and when it rains, your shoulder hurts......"

Vacating the ground, Zhenhua blushed!

It turns out that the teacher is here to help the poor!

Panpan, this little girl, why do you tell the teacher everything!?

Teacher Wu looked at Zhenhua and said with a smile: "I'm here to understand the situation, and parents don't care." Financial difficulties are also a heavy burden on your family. Our school will report your situation to the public, give the child some care, let the child study with peace of mind, and have no worries......"