The white rose and the others in the car were secretly worried about how to go back in this weather, and they immediately received an invitation from Xiri Ahong.

This is tantamount to a charcoal in the snow, because White Rose has just discovered a serious problem, and they are lost.

A few of them were not locals in the first place, they were brought by Wang Daquan and Lord Wolf before, but now Lord Wolf and Wang Daquan and others have already left, scattered, and they don't know life and death. But where else is there to show them the way?

I should have gone back the same way, but I went off the rails and walked diagonally towards the Gobi Desert.

If it weren't for Xiri Ahong calling them in time, I'm afraid that White Rose and the others would rush into the Gobi sooner or later and die in a desperate situation in the wilderness.

"Thank you, thank you!" said White Rose, clasping her palms together, and drove away to the ruined village.

"Go ahead, there's a small school playground in front of you, you can park your car. Siri Ahong pointed.

According to his words, not far ahead, he saw a small school. It is said that it is a school, but in fact there is only one classroom, and the playground is quite large, because it was originally encircled by a wasteland, and there is no capital.

After parking the car, little heads poked out of the classroom and looked at the group of uninvited guests outside.

It is rare to see a living person here, but White Rose and others have become rare animals in the eyes of children. Seven or eight children looked out from the dilapidated window lattice, just like watching a giant panda.

It's just that they are so focused on watching the excitement that they forget that it is hailing now.

Hearing an ouch, a child retracted his head suddenly, but was hit on the head by a hailstone, and a large bag was raised.

This can't help but make the other children laugh.

A girl with glasses sitting on the podium hurriedly came over, helped the child rub it, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

The boy shook his head firmly and smiled.

The glasses girl checked again and saw that there was no bleeding, so she was relieved, and then beckoned to the white rose outside: "Come in and hide for a while, and wait for the hail to stop before leaving." ”

The tone is the same as that of Xiri Ahong, full of kindness and affection that are rare in the city.

White Rose nodded, set up Wang Yong with Tang, and escorted Wang Yong into the dilapidated classroom.

"He's sick?" the glasses girl asked in surprise as she glanced at Wang Yong.

White Rose nodded, then shook her head again.

To be honest, he doesn't know what Wang Yong's situation is. I just heard Tang describe the situation at that time, but what Tang said was so mysterious that White Rose couldn't believe it. As a result, now he can't figure out what happened to Wang Yong.

The glasses girl was stunned for a moment when she saw that the white rose couldn't answer, then ran forward and touched Wang Yong's forehead, then rolled Wang Yong's eyelids again, and said to herself: "It doesn't seem to be sick." ”

However, she still hurriedly pulled over the two tables and put them together, and motioned for White Rose to put Wang Yong on the table.

After finishing the work, White Rose had the opportunity to say to the girl: "Thank you." ”

Through conversation, I learned that this girl was not a local, but a teacher who came to teach. And it's the kind of teacher who doesn't have the establishment.

At the beginning, the girl came here with her enthusiasm, just to draw a meaningful end to the tail of youth, and she will have some capital to show off to others in the future.

Unexpectedly, after coming here, I was stunned by the environment here. There is a lack of water and electricity, the classrooms are dilapidated, and even the teaching materials cannot be distributed normally, so the children need to share a copy and copy it by hand.

Faced with this reality, the girl also thought about retreating. But when she heard the most prestigious Xiri Ahong in the village say that she was the eighth volunteer teacher this year, the first seven came and left, and no one stayed.

The girl suddenly felt inexplicably sad, so she decided to stay for the time being and teach for six months according to the original plan.

Unexpectedly, the six months were repeatedly modified by herself, and until today, she has been in this place for two years.

Next year, she won't need to stay any longer. Because desertification has seriously threatened the village, people here have to move away. Schools are no exception.

As for whether there will be a school to accept these children, no one knows.

After listening to the girl's narration, White Rose and the others couldn't help but admire it. Sometimes we always complain about the impetuousness of society, but we can't see in some corners, and there is perseverance that we don't notice.

Small but great.

Bang bang bang It was as if the hailstones were falling denser and denser, smashing on the roof, shaking the dirt on the beams of the house, and even some tiles were smashed and fell directly into the classroom.

"Teacher Lu, your classroom is a little dangerous. Why don't you move somewhere else?" asked White Rose as she looked at the roof with a frown.

With the intensity of this hailstorm, I am afraid that it will not be long before the entire roof of the classroom will be smashed through and become full of holes.

Teacher Lu said with some embarrassment: "When you came, you should have seen that the nearest villagers' houses are thousands of kilometers away from the school. As soon as they left the house, the children would probably not be able to walk a few steps before they would be hit by the hailstones......"

White Rose was stunned, but he didn't think of this question. The hail and white roses outside can stand it, but Teacher Lu and these students definitely can't stand it.

But you can't let the roof be smashed, right? When the time comes, the entire roof will collapse, and there will be nowhere to escape.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps from the overwhelming crackling sound.

I saw a rickety figure running quickly between heaven and earth, holding an umbrella, but the umbrella surface had already been smashed, and only the skeleton remained.

Several hailstones smashed against his crooked back, causing him to fall sharply and nearly fall to the ground. Fortunately, I was able to barely stand on my feet with my umbrella.

It's just that there is still some distance from the classroom, and it is still unknown whether it will be safe to run over.

"It's the Siri Shaman!" the sharp-eyed child recognized the old man in the wind and rain.

Look behind Siri Ahong, dragging a large piece of cowhide felt. But it was the heavy cowhide felt that slowed him down.

"I'll pick him up!" Mr. Lu gritted his teeth and was about to open the door and rush out.

It was only when the door opened, but I saw a figure who was faster than Teacher Lu, and ran out with a whoosh.

Even the white roses that were about to go out were left behind.

The figure of a swimming fish in the rain, swinging his legs quickly, reached Xiri Ahong's side in an instant.

Grabbing Siri Ahong's waist with one hand and dragging the cowhide felt with the other, he turned his head and ran towards the classroom.

Hundreds of pounds of things were like nothing in his hands, and they didn't slow him down much. None of the hailstones falling from the sky hit him, as if he were playing a trick.

A cadre of students couldn't help but look stunned.

"Wang Yong?" White Rose, Tang and the others were also stunned.

The person who rushed out first turned out to be Wang Yong!

Just now, everyone was paying attention to Xiri Ahong in the rain, but no one noticed when Wang Yong woke up.

With a click, Wang Yong pushed the door in and put Xiri Ahong down steadily, but before he could speak, he pushed the door out again.

"What are you doing?" shouted White Rose.

"This!" Wang Yong said, raising the large roll of cowhide felt in his hand.

Then I saw Wang Yong dragging the cowhide felt and jumping, climbing the eaves, and quickly went to the roof.

I heard the sound of a bang, and the originally cracked hole was all covered by a layer of black cowhide felt.

The roll of cowhide felt brought by Siri Ahong was very thick, and the hail could only make a crisp sound when it hit it, but it could not penetrate the cowhide at all.

The classroom was finally safe for the time being.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then the people who guarded the classroom sounded.

The door was pushed open with a creak, Wang Yong wiped the rain from his face and walked in.

As soon as he came in, he asked, "What's the matter? Wasn't it a sandstorm just now, and why did it suddenly turn into hail again?"

White Rose shrugged: "It's also the first time I've encountered this kind of strange weather, it's really a hell of a thing." ”

And Xiri Ahong stared at Wang Yong for a long time and was silent.

After listening to Wang Yong ask about the weather, he said quietly: "This is all retribution." Tengger is taking revenge on us humans for our selfish behavior. This will only increase until we have made up all the debts we owe. ”

Wang Yong looked at Xiri Ahong, frowned, and then asked, "Tengger?

Xiri Ahong nodded: "Exactly." I am the last and only shaman in the local area. It's rare that there are still young people until Saxonism. ”

Wang Yong smiled: "Sadism is mysterious, it seems to be something only found by some ethnic minorities, but in fact it is not. Ancient China also had it, but the name was different. Ancient Chinese historians did not use the term "shaman", but only called it "witch" in writing, and called shamanic religious rituals "dan duan" or "cooking rice". In the Xiongnu era, shamans played a certain role in politics and military, and all wars or other events in a state of hesitation ultimately depended on the shaman. A shaman must have a lot of common sense or knowledge, be able to observe the development of things, predict the future, and dare to predict good and bad luck. The same is true of Rouran, but his biography is not as brief as it is narrated. The shamans of the northern peoples are very different from the witches of the Han people in the Central Plains, but the basic process of the spiritual ritual is the same. Five generations later, due to the Northern Song Dynasty's ban on "playing duan", the witches in the Central Plains were basically replaced by Taoist French style or temple fairs, and occasionally a few remnants were passed down among the people, and after centuries they evolved into today's "Wu opera". ”

Xiri Ahong's eyes lit up, and he glanced at Wang Yong with appreciation: "Amazing, even I only learned about these things later, and you as a young man know so much about it." Could it be that you also have a study of Saxonism?"

Seeing that Xiri Ahong misunderstood, Wang Yong hurriedly waved his hand: "I can't talk about research, but as a part of ancient Chinese culture, I have seen some materials." Actually, I'm not at all right with you religious people. ”

When Xiri Ahong heard this, he shook his head in disbelief and said, "No, I obviously saw something in you. ”

"See something, what is it?" Wang Yong couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It's similar to what I feel in the celestial phenomenon outside, but Tengri shows anger and pathos. On the contrary, you are a little inexplicable, a little fatalistic. This kind of feeling usually occurs in people with great mana, but you are not a religious person, but you also have it, it's really strange......" Xiri Ahong also said with great confusion.