The army was sad because half of his classrooms had collapsed. Most of the classrooms www.biquge.info the Pen, Fun and Pavilion are mud walls, which can withstand the flooding, and this is a subsidence area, and many of the walls have long been cracked and cracked, even without this flood, the school can no longer be used. The only thing that didn't suffer was a rolling well on campus, and a bowl of water was poured into the mouth of the pipe, and the water was pumped up in a few moments.

Seeing that school is about to start, Dajun fears that he will drop out of school because there are no classrooms. Thinking of dropping out of school, I thought that I couldn't get into the same school as Hua Ni, and this kind of imagination is very bad, compared to being sick and uncomfortable.

Sure enough, the start of school was postponed again and again, because the village did not have the funds to repair the school, and the parents in the village thought that their children could recognize a few words, and they could just turn their eyes to it, and the statistics showed that there were only twenty or thirty children who needed to go to school.

Er Mazi often takes the tractor in the village to find the whereabouts of these children in the township for a while, but the teachers and classrooms in the township are very nervous, and it is really difficult to arrange so many students in one school at once. He went to a few more elementary schools, but the problem was that some of them were not boarding schools, so he had to go to the only township boarding school and plead for help to accept these children who were eager to study, and Dajun was one of them.

In the past few days, Dajun heard that the village chief Er Mazi was contacting the school for them, and how excited he was, telling people everywhere that he could go to school again! The books he had read were in his arms in his spare time, hiding under the big tree and reading, or reading on the stage in the village, or in the broken thatched hut near Hua Ni's house, and when he read for a long time, he closed the book, closed his eyes, and rapped like a storyteller, and the people in the village persuaded Dajun Niang to take the child to the hospital to check whether he had any evil disease, but Dajun Niang thought that the people who said these words were all because of jealousy.

But after saying this for a long time, the army mother seriously thought about the behavior of the army. When he was a child, he had heard the story of Fan Jinzhongju told by his grandfather Old Bark, and her worries were growing day by day because of the army's madness of reading every day. Dajun has begun to memorize new words in the dictionary these days, and his gaze is condensed, without distractions, and shining. The army mother also thinks that this child is at least obsessed.

When the fifteenth day came, the army lady put down all the work that could make money, ran to a small temple dozens of miles away, stayed for a whole day, and prayed sincerely for her child to burn incense and worship the Buddha, hoping that he would return to his previous naughty state, even if he did not go to school. In front of the Bodhisattva, she trembled at the thought of the child's eyes, and the shivering made her body shake one after another, and she really forgot that her legs had already become numb, and even began to swell.

The great monk in the temple brought a lot of small objects to get married, but these objects are basically peach pits carved by themselves, although they are not exquisite, but they also take effort.

The great monk held the prayer beads, bowed his head slightly, and said to the great army mother: "He has a relationship with the book, and that is because he did not finish it in his previous life, which is not a sin." Hello do it yourself! ”

The words of the great monk were the supreme truth for the great army mother, she no longer shivered, and her tiredness disappeared because of the words of the great master. Her face was suddenly filled with happiness. This kind of happiness is the happiness of his son's return to his hometown. She had a full premonition that this day would soon come.

After the army mother came back from the temple, she saw the army sitting on the threshold and reading, so she was secretly happy on the side, and the people in the village no longer mentioned that the army was suffering from evil diseases, but felt that the army was too self-righteous, and they were unhappy because the face of the army mother was full of happiness, and they couldn't stop scolding in their hearts: "You have to come out of a fan to stiffen your face!" ”

The army did not notice the changes in these adults, and he felt happy because he had constantly updated knowledge, which became the driving force of his life.

Regardless of wind or rain, Er Mazi squatted in the Education Bureau all day long for the children to go to school, and the government allocated some money to the township-run boarding school to build a very simple tiled house. Anyway, it's already September, and Er Mazi has been notified that the children can go to school in the township in October. When the army got the news, they ran home and packed their things, although it was still a week before they could get up.

Dajunniang did not watch her children wipe her tears all day long like other mothers, and the words of the great monk told her that Dajun would definitely be able to do great things in the future, because if a person spends two lifetimes cultivating one thing, then this thing must be a great thing.

The children who went to study in the village were also very frightened, and the first time they left their mother, it was more like a disaster.

Er Mazi said that these dozens of children will send a tractor to pick them up every Saturday, of course, in two trips, the last one will not come back until seven o'clock in the evening, and these two groups of people will take turns to go home one after the other every weekend.

On the first day of class in the township, the army's eyes did not blink, and for the first time he saw the rectangular blackboard, the words written in white chalk were smooth and clear. The snow-white walls are covered with crayon-drawn paintings, more colors than the village's Chunlan. The crayons in the students' school bags are neatly arranged in the box, and the colors are dazzling. The green color is like the color of the buds drawn from the willow branches in the spring at the head of the village; Besides, the magenta color was like the sunset on the east river, and when he saw it, he wanted to pinch out some color and apply it to his mother's face.

Each person had a stool, and the army felt like a landlord when he sat on it, almost with a sense of arrogance. In the so-called classroom in the village, four people have a bench, and when they get up, they have to think of others, which often becomes a tool for revenge by the students, not to mention the tables, which are uneven and often dangling back and forth, and the paint on the desks has long since peeled off and is mottled.

On the first day, the army forgot to miss his mother, there are still many new things here that he has been pondering in his heart, he thinks that the township is already very advanced, so is the town more magnificent? When she thought of Hua Ni studying in such a magnificent classroom, she felt much warmer and more comfortable in her heart.

After school, his classmates were cleaning up in the hallway, and coldly splashed the army with cold water, causing his cloth shoes, which he thought were extremely beautiful, to get wet. He was annoyed, but grief overshadowed his anger, and he began to cry, never so sadly, except for the day he said goodbye to Fanny. He thought that his mother had not closed her eyes all night because of the rush for these shoes, and tears flowed down no longer stingily.