When Zhenhua escaped from the backyard in embarrassment, he met Uncle Xiang next door.

Uncle Xiang laughed: "Hey, Zhenhua, what are you doing in a hurry?

"It's really a devil who entered the village, so I copied the guy. Zhenhua smiled bitterly, shook his hand and said, "The old master asked me to settle accounts for the cancellation of the primary school." I'll hide for a while, Uncle Xiang, don't shout!"

"It's okay, I'll help you intercede!" Wang Xiang laughed, walked through the backyard of Zhenhua's house, and came to find the old master.

Yilan had already stopped the old master and was explaining in a low voice.

The old master's crutches were messing around on the ground, stretching his neck and shouting: "For the first term of the official, for the benefit of one party, Zhenhua, this little bastard, is the village head, and he has sold all the village primary schools! I will ask him how much the primary school sold and how much he shared!"

Yilan was full of grievances, but she didn't dare to contradict the old master, and said with a wry smile: "Old master, your old man is not in good health, speak slowly and listen to my explanation." Regarding the village primary school, Zhenhua also went to the Township Education Committee for a long time, and he wore out his mouth, but he really couldn't keep it!"

Zhao Chenghai and Cui Hong also ran out, pulled the old master, and comforted him repeatedly.

Wang Xiang came through the back door and shouted loudly: "Old master, you have really wronged Zhenhua about the school! Zhenhua's mind is the same as yours, but his arms can't twist his thighs!"

The old master was relatively polite to Wang Xiang, and finally sat down.

Everyone surrounded the old master, explained gossiping, and interceded for Zhenhua.

The old master was speechless for a long time, and stayed for a long time before saying, "No, I'm going to find those bastards of the Township Education Committee!

Wang Xiang grabbed the old master and said, "Old master, looking for someone from the Education Committee is not in a hurry. They're in the office, they can't run. I think it's not too late for you to take a breath and wait until you're well to go to them. ”

The villagers all came over, so they persuaded the old master to go back.

The old master staggered away on crutches.

The sun shone down from the sky, illuminating the rickety figure of the old master into a lonely question mark.

……

Early the next morning, when Zhenhua was sending the children to school, he passed by Da Yaozhuang and saw the old master on crutches in front of the door in a daze.

"Old Master!"

Zhenhua hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and said, "I'll send the children to school now, and when I come back, I'll talk to your old man." ”

"Let's send it together. The old master sighed, walked side by side with Zhenhua on crutches.

More than twenty children, giggling and running on the road, front and back, carefree.

Zhenhua explained by the way: "Old master, about the school, in fact, I have made many trips with Secretary Ge......

The old master waved his hand and didn't let Zhenhua speak.

Zhenhua nodded and walked silently with the old master.

The old master walked very slowly, and when he came down a mile, he was already panting slightly.

Zhenhua said: "Old master, the children are in a hurry to go to school, why don't I take the children away first?"

"You go first, I'll follow slowly. The old master said.

Zhenhua nodded and beckoned the children to speed forward.

Zhenhua sent the children to the front of the township central primary school, turned around, rode back, and just crossed the county road when he met the old master.

The old master waved his hand: "You are busy, go back first, I'll go to the school to have a look." ”

"Okay, old master, slow down, your body matters. Zhenhua hesitated, nodded, and watched the old master go away.

The old master was like an ascetic monk in the desert, walking in the direction of the township central primary school, step by step, on crutches.

Looking at the back of the old master, Zhenhua was very sad and guilty.

Zhenhua knew that Dongwan Primary School had been dismantled, and it was impossible to restore it. No matter how reluctant the old master was or how angry he was, he couldn't change this fact.

Since that day, the old master has been trekking on this dirt road every day with his crutches and with the children.

Sometimes, the old master would wander in front of the empty East Bay Primary School, talking to himself and looking around.

Some people say that the old master is stupid and senile dementia.

But Zhenhua knew that the old master was not demented. If Dongwan Primary School is restored, the old master will be more energetic than anyone else.

……

When the autumn farming was about to begin, the cement pole applied by Zhenhua was finally approved.

In Zhenhua's work plan, the transformation of agricultural electricity in Dongwan Village will be completed this year.

Tung Wan Village was electrified around 80 years ago, and at that time, bamboo poles were used to make telephone poles. At that time, there was no leakage protection device, and accidents often occurred and people were electrocuted. After 90 years, the cement prefabricated material was replaced to make the poles, but it still did not meet the standard.

Those poles were not long enough, and a section of wood had to be tied to the upper end, which was exposed to the wind and sun, and broke down at both ends in three days.

The dozens of wire poles approved this time are all standard hollow cylindrical poles, 7.3 meters high, and are national standard products.

Zhenhua unloaded the cement poles on the side of the dirt road and lined them up along the way, planning to organize labor after the autumn harvest and cooperate with the department to install them.

The agricultural and electricity departments are short of manpower, and for such a large project, each village must organize its own labor force to participate in the construction.

At present, it is the busy season of farming, every household is very busy, and Zhenhua cannot find manpower.

After the harvest, the fields are empty, and you don't have to worry about trampling on the crops if you carry a pole or something.

But Zhenhua didn't expect that if the pole was placed on the side of the road, it could also have an accident!

The west wind blew that night, Zhenhua slept until midnight, and was suddenly touched by a dream, so he stretched out his hand and explored Yilan.

Yilan cut the rice for a day, her whole body was sore, and she opened Zhenhua's hand: "Don't move, I'm sleepy!"

Zhenhua persevered and continued to conquer the city.

Yilan couldn't stand the entanglement, so he had to half-push and half-push to become a good thing.

After the warmth, Zhenhua was about to go back to sleep, but suddenly heard the sound of "dangdangdang" in the distance, which was very rhythmic.

"Yilan, listen, what kind of sound is this, three watches in the middle of the night?" Zhenhua was a little confused.

"Whatever his voice is, sleep, sleep, tomorrow I have to cut rice!" Yilan turned over and gave Zhenhua a backbone.

Zhenhua couldn't fall asleep because of the noise, lit a cigarette, got out of bed with his clothes on, and went out to see.

Dangdang, Dangdang......

The voice came from the west side, and it was clearer.

Zhenhua judged by his feelings that this sound source should be on the west side of Da Yaozhuang, far away.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhenhua still didn't understand what kind of sound it was.

In the middle of the night, it was impossible for Zhenhua to go to check, so he had to give up and go back to the house to continue sleeping.

Early the next morning, when Zhenhua sent Panpan and the children to school, he walked a mile away to the west of Da Yaozhuang, and finally understood what was going on with the voice last night!!

The electric pole on the side of the road was smashed three times!

There are thieves who smashed the telephone pole and stole the steel bars inside to sell it for money!