(I don't know if it will be harmoniously written like this, I can only completely and completely overhead.) Please don't take your seat when you look at it, thank you. ）

Shazhong Village, an extremely desolate village.

There is no electricity in the village, and even the road has not been repaired to the entrance of the village.

The only transport equipment in the village is a donkey and a cart.

The nearest road to the village is seven kilometers away, not to mention the twenty kilometers you have to walk on the road to see the nearest village.

The young people in the village have gone to work in other places, and only a dozen old people and children remain.

The children here want to go to school, and seven or eight years ago they could still rely on volunteer teachers from other places to teach. But in fact, when the last volunteer teacher left, no more volunteer teachers were assigned here. Only an eighty-year-old man in the village took up the position of teacher, and this so-called "teacher" had only taught Chinese characters with the support for a year.

The "teacher" who is slightly senile has a little dementia and knows about 200 Chinese characters himself, and the textbooks are also primary school textbooks that have already been turned over by the volunteer teachers.

With slurred speech and a little hysteria, there is very little that the old man can teach.

As for punctuation marks and pinyin finals, even the old man himself can't recognize them all, and the daily cramming teaching is what the old man has to do.

There are still twelve children in the village, half of whom are orphans. Most of the parents went out to work and didn't bring them, but the adults who went out never came back.

The old man had no choice but to comfort the child, and his parents might come back for the Chinese New Year next year.

Of course, the children are very innocent and never feel that they are doing a bad life.

The future of these children is to learn from their parents to go out to work when they are older.

But what is certain is that after the same adult goes out, he will never come back, and it is only a matter of time before this place is abandoned.

As for why not keep the children growing up and farming in the village?

The village is so big, and almost everything is shared by the seven elders in the village.

Twelve children were also assigned to sleep in each of the seven old people's homes.

The harvest of crops planted on the wasteland is only enough for these old people and children to make do, not to starve to death, but I can't do more.

The water is drained by mountain springs, but it is no longer as sweet as when the village was prosperous. Because it has been seven or eight years since I cleaned the pipes made of bamboo.

The old man's idea is also very simple, and he has to get by.

As for the poultry, there is only this mountain of pheasants.

It is almost difficult to catch young and strong chickens, and it is even more difficult to get the old people to come. The child did not have every one of them to catch up with the chickens, so they could almost only eat the old ones.

They are almost old and can't run anymore before they are caught by the old people, and then they can't bear to kill and cook.

Once a month, it can be eaten with a few small mountain eggs.

Take care of the children first, and then the old people eat the leftovers.

In fact, seven years ago, the government came once.

I came to discuss taking the elderly and children to live in a nearby village with electricity, but was ruthlessly rejected by these old-fashioned old people.

The government's idea is simple: it would be a waste to erect dozens of kilometers of wires into the village of less than 20 people. But the old people in the village refused to leave, and they could only gradually forget about the village.

In fact, the old people also understood it in their hearts, thinking about waiting for these children to leave here and go to the outside city when they were older.

A few graves were dug and one by one waiting to be buried in the place where they were born.

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Twelve children, seven boys and five girls.

My name is Godan, the fastest kid in the village.

But the big old man in the village bullied us, and he often said that the four of us were children without parents.

But I know that his parents don't want him anymore.

But every time we quarrel, when it comes to the fact that my parents don't want him, Da Zhuang will beat the four of us.

I ran fast, but my other three friends weren't.

They are not too strong.

Da Zhuang's group of eight people are all children with parents, and all four of us are orphans.

So we were secretly divided into two groups, but in reality the grandparents never labeled any of us.

That's why I hate Da Zhuang, he's so bad.

We usually eat water-scalded vegetables and wotou, and each time Da Zhuang takes the other seven and takes most of the half.

Leave only a few for me and our group of children who don't have parents.

Although Da Zhuang is not particularly strong, he is still half a head taller than all of us.

We can only be bullied by him, and we can't beat them.

What's more, there are more of them, and fights are inevitable. But this kind of fight is mostly the end of the four of us being beaten.

The happiest time is at the end of each month,

Because there are chickens to eat, but in fact, the four of us also eat leftovers.

The eggs that can be seen occasionally are also in Da Zhuang's hands, and there is no share of us at all.

But that's it, and we had a great time.

Every morning we had to study, and the teacher was the oldest grandfather in the village.

He said that only after learning these things can he live well after he goes out.

I don't know why, few boys like to listen to their grandfather teach words.

But several of the girls listened very carefully.

I actually liked the words at first, but I really didn't know what they could do for my future.

And every time my grandfather taught us, he had to take his torn reading glasses to look at the only textbook mountain for a long time.

It's okay to be slower, and not always right.

Of course, these are all things that I found out later, holding a strange and complicated word.

Every time I asked my grandfather, my grandfather's pronunciation and answer were different.

That's why I don't like to learn words, I don't know how it's taught outside anyway.

Almost as soon as the class was held, the boys were distracted, and only the girls listened with relish.

Of course, no one dared to sleep in class, except for Da Zhuang.

For this matter, Da Zhuang is also indispensable to grandpa's beating.

Grandpa taught Chinese very badly, but he was good at math.

I heard that I did business in the village when I was young, but there are two abacus in the village.

One grandfather teaches by himself, and everyone takes it to learn.

It is conceivable that even if Da Zhuang is not interested, this abacus has never been handed over to the four of us.

But even if we don't have an abacus, we are very serious in mathematics.

At least it's much more serious than when my grandfather taught Chinese, from 100,000 to 10,000.

We even compare, because we don't want to be considered stupider than Da Zhuang if we can't beat Da Zhuang.

We grew up, but Da Zhuang's bullying seemed to be getting more and more excessive.

Da Zhuang's focus has changed from bullying us boys to girls.

Because two of the four girls here are really beautiful, and of course this beauty can only be compared to our own internals.

We're going to block every time, but obviously we're not a big match at all.

At first, Da Zhuang was just teasing, but later he almost started to use his hands and feet.

We will also report it to the grandparents, but obviously the effect will not be overdue at all.

That night, Da Zhuang dragged Xiaohong to the grove.

I ran as fast as I could, but the strong men still knocked me down.

My best friend, another boy of four, ran in.

Stopped it, but at the cost of a left leg.

The sea broke a leg alive by Da Zhuang, and it was only then that the matter was temporarily calmed down.

The next day, we found out that Xiaohong couldn't control and cut her wrist that night.

It was a tile, and the wound was not deep but seemed to be infected.

Xiaohong had already wrapped her hands, but her face changed suddenly.

The only donkey cart came in handy, and it took two days and thirty kilometers to save his life.

Da Zhuang learned to be obedient, but the price paid was really big.

There was no money in the village for treatment, and although Xiaohong was cured, the debt seemed to alarm the local leaders.

The sea bandaged itself and said that he had fallen and injured himself. This also led to the disability of the sea in the future, which is certainly not to be talked about now.

The leader arrived in the forgotten village, and after a shush, he blamed his men.

He also apologized to every villager in the village, hoping that the entire village would be moved to another village.

The old people still didn't want to leave, so they showed the leaders the graves they had already dug. But I hope that the leaders can take the children away, because the children still have a future.

The leader directly agreed, and all the boys were sent to serve as soldiers except for the sea.

The sea and the girls don't know where they are placed.

After spending more than 10 days in the armed forces department, some of us were sent to various military districts.

And I happened to get a shuttle bus with Da Zhuang to transport troops, and I thought about avenging the sea and Xiaohong.