Mr. Hu knew Mao Xiang's intentions. He didn't break it, he frowned alone, thinking about his own thoughts.

After returning home, Mr. Hu sat at his desk and didn't say a word. After dinner, he came to the xylophone's house and sat down. Seeing the bedridden xylophone, he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

The xylophone's illness was much stronger than the previous day, and it was able to move on the ground. Although his body was still very weak and his tone was weak, his spirit seemed to be significantly stronger than before. She wanted to struggle to get out of bed and talk to Teacher Hu, but was stopped by Teacher Hu in a hurry. Mao Sheng also said that just if you are going to be good, don't be tired. Mr. Hu is not an outsider, so he won't be surprised. Teacher Hu's nose was sour, and vague tears welled up in his eyes.

Mr. Hu originally planned to communicate with the xylophone about the messy things that happened in the village for a while, and cheer up the xylophone. More importantly, he would like to remind the xylophone to pay attention to new developments in recent developments. Seeing such a situation in front of him, he was not ready to say anything. He gossiped with the xylophone about some school trivia and funny anecdotes about the babies to ease the dull atmosphere in the house.

Back at home, Mr. Hu became more and more depressed. Many words are stuck in the throat, but there is nowhere to speak. Hang'er had already slept with Wen Yuan in her arms. The room was quiet, only the mountain breeze outside the house was slow and loud. Teacher Hu pushed the door several times and came to the courtyard of the school, swallowing the cool mountain air in a big gulp, and looked up at the stars in the middle of the sky in a daze.

Hang'er was awakened. She draped a garment over him and asked softly, "What's wrong, is there something on your mind?"

Teacher Hu sighed and replied that if Mao Xiang and Mao Lin continued to mess around endlessly, the village would be completely finished, and there would be no hope at all.

Hang Er said, what do we do? They won't listen to us. Although the people above came to investigate, after all, they were all living people, and they couldn't figure out the depth and shallowness of the water in the village. If only the people up there knew about all this mess in the village. If you prescribe the right medicine, you won't let your sister-in-law of Xylophone have a serious illness and let others stand aside and watch the jokes.

Mr. Hu was silent for a long time, and seemed to have made a lot of determination. He said, I have to stop it, I can't let them be wronged, watch jokes and see jokes, and stubbornly stir up the village that is just about to get better into a pot of troubled water.

Hang'er asked in surprise, why don't you stop it, who can listen to you.

Teacher Hu said, you don't have to worry about it, go to bed. I've got a way.

Mr. Hu sat back at his desk. He pondered and wrote, and worked all night. It wasn't until the sky outside the house was getting white that he tiredly went to bed with his clothes, and was in a daze for a while. didn't have a lot of work, and was woken up by the hanger to eat, and gave lessons to the babies who had already arrived at school.

At this time, Xinghua Village ushered in a new day of chickens flying and dogs jumping.

Yang Xiande personally led the people and horses to Xinghua Village again. What is different from the past is that this time he put the focus of his investigation on Xylophone Zhenfu and others.

According to his understanding and judgment, the reason why Mao Xiang dared to go to the town government several times to make a fuss as if no one was around must have been instigated by someone behind it. Otherwise, even if they lend the bear-hearted leopard gall to the villagers, they will not dare to spread wild on the yamen. Judging from Mao Xiangyan's chiseled appearance, Yang Xiande dared to pat his chest and pack the ticket, and the person behind this was Muqin Zhenfu and others. [End of Chapter]