Fang Ning brother and sister are going to school today, grandma thinks it is a festive day, so she thinks about changing new clothes for them, carrying brand new school bags, and stationery boxes are all brand new, all of which were brought back from Yunzhezhuang yesterday.

Grandpa stepped out of the vegetable garden on the other side of the mountain with a straight face, pulled Fang Ning aside to lecture, knowing that his grandson was smart when he was a child, but his personality was a little lazy, and he belonged to the kind of donkey that led and did not go backwards, so he called him here to lecture, and there was no meaning of beating.

How dare Fang Ning not listen to his grandfather's words, he lowered his hands, lowered his eyebrows, and listened honestly to his grandfather's reasoning, all of which were words like a gentleman who didn't move his words.

"Don't bully others, but we're not afraid of things!"

"I know, my grandson keeps it in mind. ”

In fact, Fang Jiefang knew that these were all wastes of saliva, Fang Ning's little grandson listened to his left ear and his right ear came out, thank God if he didn't bully others, where was it his turn to be bullied by others.

Grandpa also pulled Fang Ning to talk about Confucian principles for more than ten minutes.

Fang Ning nodded, he didn't mean to look down on it, Confucian culture has been inherited for thousands of years, except for some feudal dross, it does have its advantages, you don't see how many different foreign nations in ancient times, they were all quietly assimilated by Confucian culture, this water drop grinding kung fu is indeed worth learning.

After the grandfather had finished his earnest lecture, he went back to tending to his garden.

Next, it was the turn of grandma, master, little grandma, grandma and other elders to call Fang Ning and Fang Wei to him, gave tea money in turn, and then encouraged him to come on, study hard, and go up every day.

Xiao Ye's two sons are not yet old enough to go to school, and they will not be able to study in the first grade in a year or two, so they can only watch Fang Ning and the others go to school.

On the first day of school, it was the grandfather who took the Fang Ning brothers and sisters over, mainly to familiarize themselves with the road sections that came and went.

The mountain village primary school is a bit dilapidated, with a double-storey frame structure building, the walls are full of creepers, and there are already a few children on the railing of the corridor on the second floor, laughing and chatting watching the scenery.

There are two teachers in the school, the male teacher is called Fang Chengzhong, in his thirties, a native of the village, and the teacher and principal of grades from the first to the fifth grade here, and the other is a new female teacher in the village, called Fu Qizhi, in her twenties, who looks a little weak, but her figure is very material, coupled with her soft temperament, she is very pleasing to children.

After Fang Ning reported, he also deliberately glanced at the young Teacher Fu, pondering that the surname Fu was really rare.

On the first day of school, Fang Ning's brother and sister sat on their desks honestly and followed alongside their studies.

Fang Ning is in the sixth grade, so on the second floor, with a bunch of children of the same age, the classroom teacher is floating branches, as for Fang Wei, he is one grade lower, which belongs to the teacher Fang Chengzhong.

Forty minutes after class, Fang Ning was lying on the corridor on the second floor in a daze, a few children from the same village asked him to play, but Fang Ning refused, and Fang Wei and a few girls went to jump rope hand in hand.

He looked down the floor in the hallway, and found that the children here were all playing together, and few were lonely.

The seven or eight children in the east corner are all familiar friends in Shanshu Village, and the children in the west corner and scattered places are the children of Hongjia Village.

In fact, how can children have so many hearts, and it is usually the adults of their own families who tell them not to play with people from other villages.

Fang Ning was secretly amused, looking at this isolated trick, it was difficult to reach the elegance of the lobby, and after a little pondering, he understood the reason.

It's not because the Meixian Town Government allocated poverty alleviation funds a while ago, but the distribution was uneven, and the people in Hongjia Village thought that the people in Shanshu Village had taken too much, so they were a little angry.

It is also strange to say that the people of Hongjia Village rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and there are many brick manufacturers who come to purchase bricks and soil on weekdays, so they live a richer life than Yunzhezhuang, not to mention Shanshu Village, where every family has built a red brick house, and at least eight out of ten households are red brick houses.

This is close to the mountain to eat, and there is no need to farm and farm, so many fertile fields are gradually abandoned, not to mention, the village also raises idlers, every day is idle, the only pastime is to play mahjong.

Most of the poverty alleviation funds allocated from above have been squandered by these people playing mahjong.

Shanshu Village has a relatively screwed life, and he is used to living a poor life, and he doesn't dare to use the money he has saved indiscriminately, so he wants to use the money to the best of his ability.

There was a meeting in the village this afternoon.

Several elderly clan elders were invited, on crutches, trembling, either deaf or senile, but after all, they were highly respected, and their status was there, which could be used to control the field.

The host is the village head Fang Hanmin, and the grandfather and the young master are all helping on the side, and the purpose of the meeting is also very clear: to get rid of poverty, in order to be able to take off the hat of the poor village as soon as possible.

Fir Village is not without available resources, the best fir trees are good materials for building a home, cut down and piled in the woods, the wind and sun have borers and finally rot, is it not because the wood cannot be transported?

On weekdays, people in the village go to Yunzhezhuang to catch the market, they all bring some home-made game or dried fur, and sell some money to make a living, and they don't think that this game and fur can be sold for a lot of money in the county.

If these piles of game and animal skins can be sold, it will also be a small source of income.

Fir Village, the village chief's house.

The village chief roped in the villagers and clan elders to continue the meeting, and they had only one idea: If you want to get rich, you must first build roads! Without roads, this economic resource cannot be turned into money, and without money, you can only continue to be poor.

It's okay to say that other things, when it comes to money, these villagers are in trouble, muttering, frowning, you look at me, I look at you, no one squeaks.

As for the clan elders invited, they were all old fritters, looking at their noses and noses, or pretending to be deaf and stupid, but they didn't hear it.

If this mountain road is really easy to repair, it will not be a yellow mud dirt road from generation to generation, and if you really want to make a road, it will cost countless money, and it is simply delusional without government support.

The poverty alleviation funds allocated by the Meixian town government are all counted, transferred to the village finance through the financial department, and then counted by the accounting department, and distributed to each household, totaling 467,000 yuan, which is not a small amount of money, and whoever takes it will be hot. It has to be distributed to the villagers.

These villagers are used to living a screwed life, only with some money in their hands, eating and sleeping can they feel at ease, and now they have to hand them over again to build roads, and no fool has such a good heart.

Besides, to be honest, because there have been five or six years of examples, they can't believe that the village chief Fang Hanmin is really good for them, who knows what the money will do when it comes to you?

In this place where the head of the village in the countryside covers the sky with one hand, the openness and transparency of the village's finances is just a dead letter.

Grandpa and Xiaoye glanced at each other in the crowd, and they both sighed secretly, and they also understood that the prestige of the village chief was not enough.

The master also told a past, five or six years ago, a sum of money was allocated above, Fang Hanmin's eldest daughter got married, he embezzled public funds in private, although he later made up for it, but he was still poked out, so there is this stain, no one is worried about whether the village chief is sincere in doing things for the village.

So the village meeting broke up unhappily.

Fang Ning brother and sister came home from school with a bunch of children and separated at the fork in the road.

He has not been pretending to be a child for a day or two, it has long been very natural, and there is no sense of disobedience.

Today, he kept to himself and didn't cause any big turmoil, and Teacher Fu only thought that Fang Ning was an ordinary child, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Fang Ning twisted his waist and moved his shoulders in the courtyard, went to sit on the gazebo for a while, and fed the carp in the pond with the leftover overnight meal from yesterday, looking comfortable and tranquil.

Grandpa and Junior Master came back and discussed the content of today's meeting on the gazebo, and they didn't shy away from Fang Ning, and even called him over to discuss together.

After Fang Ning listened to what his grandfather and his little master said, he also said with a smile, "The villagers in the township are afraid of this and that, and they don't want to pay, and when the pie falls from the sky, how can there be such a cheap thing in this world, grandpa and master, don't be angry, close the door and do our business, as for those villagers, if you have the ability, we can help out, and if you don't have the ability, you can only sweep the snow in front of the door." ”

"You kid, it's right for neighbors to help each other, where did the crooked heresy come from. ”

Grandpa and Junior Master only thought that Fang Ning was a child, and they didn't take it to heart, and after a few more discussions, they dispersed and went back to the hall to eat.