The dinner ended at about nine o'clock, and Lin Yi went back with the old village chief. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the way, the old village chief smoked a cigarette bag and pot and didn't speak much.

When he arrived at the door of Lin Yi's house, the old village chief said: "Lin Yi, we are from a village, I am three circles older than you in terms of age, and I am your uncle in terms of seniority, so our elbows will not turn out, but that Principal Li, bitter!" ”

The old village chief's face was gloomy, "I have suffered him, and I have also suffered a large group of children in his school." We are a small place, there are no talents, children reading and literacy is the most important, many families take their children out to school, and the nearby primary schools can't even recruit students, even if they do, they are also children of poor families...... Every year, the government says that it wants to alleviate poverty and develop education, but where does the money for poverty alleviation and education go? Eighteen generations of grass his ancestors, the policy is good, but it was distorted by some mongrels! ”

The old village chief roared, his face turned blue, "So when he begged me for help, I was also difficult, I had no money in my hand, and there was no money in the village, I happened to hear that you came back from the city and made a fortune, so I died as a horse doctor and saw if I could solve the ......"

"Although we put the words down at the wine table, the uncle still has to say, if you can do it, you can do it, donate as much as you can, don't embarrass yourself for the sake of face, this is not the time to slap a swollen face and become fat...... In a word, the money is yours when you have more money and less money, your father left early, and your mother still expects to live a good life with you! ”

The old village chief's words made Lin Yi not know what to say, and said that he understood, so he could rest assured.

In fact, Lin Yi has always had a secret in his heart, that is, the old books in the library of the first primary school, if he guesses correctly, there should be a lot of good things there, since there can be fragments of the Song and Yuan versions, then there will be more valuable rare books. If those ancient books were to be auctioned off, it would be enough for the school to renovate.

Of course, these are Lin Yi's guesses. Originally, he planned to quietly get those old books at a very cheap price, but now, after listening to Principal Li's story, he couldn't do it, and told him the truth, there are treasures in the school, as for Principal Li, whether they believe it or not, that's another matter.

Anyway, it's useless to think so much now, everything has to wait until I read the old books in those libraries.

However, Lin Yi still hopes that there will be a miracle, a miracle of rare books.

……

At that end, Li Weimin and Principal Li were dizzy when he left the wine table, usually he didn't talk much, and when he drank too much wine, his mouth would be broken, Director Feng sent him back, and he nagged all the way.

even squatted beside the thatched ditch on the side of the road, covering his face and crying, saying that he was incompetent as the principal, saying that he had lived for so many years in vain, eaten so much white rice in vain, and had never done anything practical, and now he wanted to repair the classroom for the children, and asked his grandfather to sue his grandmother, and he couldn't live this day.

Director Feng sat beside the thatched ditch with him, and at first he also persuaded and persuaded him, but his mood was also infected, and he couldn't help but cry when he remembered the suffering of the school in the past few years.

In this way, the two big men who originally looked like each other sat together by the thatched ditch, you cry for a while, I cry for a while, and the passers-by are so frightened that they think they have seen a ghost and hurriedly dodge.

……

After finally crying, Principal Li woke up, and felt that his appearance was too indecent, and told Director Feng to keep today's matter secret, so he cleaned up his mood, staggered, and swayed home.

When I arrived at home, I saw my wife sitting on the sofa while watching "Country Love Story" played on the central station, while soaking in a wooden basin and washing her feet, smelling the smell of wine, so she nagged: "Why do you drink so much wine?" With your body, what should you do if you drink it badly in the future? ”

Li Weimin took off his blazer, hung his clothes on the hanger, and said while untying his tie: "I don't want to either, it's not for the school ......"

"School is school again! Just you, a broken principal, only a few dollars a month, why do you have to work for the rest of your life? It's better to rent a few acres of land to grow sweet potatoes! "The woman hated." People are principals, you are also principals, people give gifts every year, what about you, give gifts every year to others, and even go to those people's homes to stammer, so that people send their children to school......"

"Ahem, isn't that because it's difficult to enroll, besides, if such a young child doesn't go to school, what's the point of farming with adults?" Li Weimin raised his voice.

"Okay, I can't tell you, but it's true that you always drink, right? I don't know if I thought someone invited you to drink, but who knows how much you spent every time you spent money to invite someone else? Three hundred or five hundred? ”

"Not much, only more than four hundred, mainly because the wine is expensive." Li Weimin said with a weak heart.

The woman replied: "Then there must be a degree!" I care about you, you know? It's not that I feel sorry for that little money. Mainly, what can you do if you drink badly? Haven't you heard that the director of the price bureau in the county town recently drank and died, and now the family is talking about the law, and they have to be posthumously appointed as a 'martyr'......"

Li Weimin sneered, "That kind of person can chase the martyrs by drinking and dying, and those martyrs who died in battle are estimated to jump out of the grave...... In what era, you deserve to drink and die, especially if you are still an official, you don't blush! ”

"Tut-tut, you're high!" The woman lifted her feet from the tub, slapped them against each other, and said, "The water is still hot, and you are bubbling too." ”

Li Weimin pursed his lips, "I don't want the dirty water you used!" ”

The woman pouted, "What do you mean?" In the past, when you chased me, let alone use my footwash, even if you asked you to send me home in the middle of the night, you would not complain......"

"You said it all, that was before." Li Weimin didn't want to entangle with women anymore, so he went straight to the bathroom to wash his face.

"What do you mean by that? Do you think I'm old? Or do you have another woman out there? Talking, dumb?! Seeing that Li Weimin didn't answer, the woman was a little angry, and with a "bang" sound, she kicked the footwashing water to the ground.

In the bathroom, Li Weimin heard the noise outside and sighed, since he had been the principal for so many years, the woman had not spoken to him properly.

It's been seven or eight years, and I haven't been promoted, and now I have to worry about the renovation of the school, and I'm too much to do as the principal.

Thinking of this, Li Weimin shook his head and splashed a handful of water on his face.

After washing his face, Li Weimin went to the next room in order to avoid his wife, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that his head was still hot, and quickly wrote another copy of the request for applying for money, and prepared it with both hands, and he didn't know if the young man named Lin Yi would donate, if he didn't donate, he had to go to the financial department to kowtow again. As for what Lin Yi said about the school having something to sell, Li Weimin can't think of anything else to sell in his school if he wants to break his head, those tattered desks, chairs and benches? Broken mud tiles on a house? Still is---

Alas, I don't want to, anyway, as long as I can raise money, I am willing to sell myself!

……

Time passed quickly, and when Li Weimin was almost finished writing the grant application, there was a very familiar smell of soap behind him.

The women in the small county town are frugal, wash their faces, bodies, hair or something, and like to use soap instead of shampoo for one or twenty yuan.

Li Weimin knew that his wife had come in.

Sure enough, he saw his wife standing behind him, massaging his head with her hand, and said, "I'm sorry, for the people, I shouldn't have been angry with you just now." ”

The woman's tone was very tactful, and there was a sense of begging for mercy.

Li Weimin smiled, turned around and said, "No, it's me who is not good, I have made you a lot in the past few years." ”

The wife was a little moved, and her eyes turned red, "Let's never quarrel again in the future, okay?" ”

"Okay."

"Don't drink too much, okay?"

"Okay."

"Actually, it's good, you do your best as a principal not to be poked in the back." The woman gently stroked his face with her hand.

"Yes, now I don't ask for anything, just a clear conscience." Li Weimin gently held his wife's hand, which was rare and gentle.

"I'm wondering, what would have happened to our lives if the old headmaster hadn't handed over this burden to you?" The woman sighed.

Li Weimin sighed, "What else, maybe you can eat better, live better, live better--- you regret it?" ”

Woman: "It's false to say that I don't regret it, but I'm very proud to see you like this, at least my men are doing many things that men can't do." ”

"Then you're still scolding me?"

"I feel sorry for you."

"But I feel more sorry for those children." Li Weimin's eyes were sad.

The woman stopped talking and held the man tightly in her arms, tightly. (To be continued.) )