Although the conditions in the city are better than those in the countryside in all aspects, how many teachers still regard educating students as their lifelong goal? How many others can do it like them? At this moment, I can't tell which place is better, the city or the countryside.

This Liancun Primary School, said to be a school, is better said to be a few dilapidated houses put together, all the rooms add up to a total area of less than 200 square meters, teachers in addition to the old Principal Yang, and the teacher in front of me, there are only two local students who did not go out to work, said that the students are just junior high school graduates, are locals. As for the salary, there are only five or six hundred yuan a month, or the government subsidizes half of it, and the rest are in the nearby villages, your family makes up a few yuan, my family makes up a few yuan, there are many villages in the nearby mountains, but they are not big, but only this Dongxing village is located in the center, and the school is only such one, I heard that there was a place in this village many years ago, so there are many houses, so I took a few rooms out as classrooms, it is too old and old, and I think it may not last long if it is not renovated.

This old teacher's name is Lu Aimin, this name really has the characteristics of the Red Army, I remember that people of this age, most of the names are some love for the party, patriotism, building the army and building the country, the tables and stools in the classroom are uneven, missing corners and broken legs abound, missing corners and using them, what should I do if I can't put my legs when I break them? With just a stone underneath, I can barely do it, and there are really not a few complete tables and stools, and the most complete one is the one we sit under our buttocks.

There was no tea, only boiled water, beckoning Mr. Lu, asking him not to be busy anymore, come and sit and chat, Mr. Lu rubbed his left hand with his right hand, and suddenly coughed, the movement was really scary, and he coughed for a while before he slowly stopped, and his face was already flushed. He rubbed his hands at us and smiled embarrassedly, slowly moved to a table and stool, and sat down cautiously before he stretched out his furrowed brows.

So unnatural. So I asked him what was wrong? At this time, a thin man who looked like he had come out of a coal mine came in from outside, and he was wearing a pair of glasses, and he spoke Mandarin full of local accents. Hey, it's easy for people in the countryside to misunderstand when they speak, if they get sick, they say they are sick, and they don't say that people are sick directly, and people in the city still think you scold him!

Before I could speak, Sissi preemptively asked him what illness he was talking about. It seemed that she could understand the thin man's Mandarin, so I immediately respected her, you must know that except for her strength, I didn't look down on anything else, and her previous image was a typical well-developed limbs. Simple-minded. I didn't expect to be able to understand such a partial language.

The thin man was about to say, but Mr. Lu didn't give him this chance, so he directly interrupted him, and then kicked him out, and said to us embarrassedly, It's just some old little problems, it's not a big deal, Ye Anxu and I looked at each other and felt that there was a problem inside, but they didn't want to. You can't force people, can you? What's more, I can't bear to be such an old teacher.

So he got to the point and asked about Shi Bao of the Spark Aid Network, and then he was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said that he was a good person. This school used to be worse than it is now, and I couldn't even buy all the textbooks, but fortunately he helped deliver a coat, otherwise I would have worried that the children would have nothing to learn. He seemed to be very hot, shaking with his left hand on his right shoulder and shaking with his right hand on his left shoulder. Anyway, it's just shaking like this, I touched my arm, it's not hot at all? Although it's only September 22nd, if it's still hotter in the city, how can it be so exaggerated in this mountain village?

Qian Qian picked up a puff fan next to the table and handed it over, Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment, took it and said thank you and then shook the fan, just I was sitting on his left hand, the cold of the fan froze me, shrunk his neck and asked him if anyone in the village had taken Shi Bao's sponsorship? Teacher Lu paused for a moment, then put the fan on his lap, picked up the bowl full of water on the table and drank a few big sips, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve, wiped his forehead, and then picked up the fan and pounced on it, blinked, his eyes were a little straight, his throat swallowed a few times and said: "Yes, several children have accepted Mr. Shi's sponsorship, otherwise they wouldn't be able to afford to go to school now, big guy, thank him very much!" ”

Ye Anxu hurriedly asked who he was? Teacher Lu seemed to stiffen for a moment, and then shook the fan more vigorously, and said that it was time now, and it was almost time to eat, so he pulled us very enthusiastically and went to the school cafeteria for a meal, saying that the cafeteria was actually just a mud house, and it was Mr. Lu's wife who acted as a chef in it, I had a few potatoes, a few cabbages, some pickle lumps, and the rice was white rice, which was enough, but the dish seemed to be boiled in salt water, and this meal was not tasteful, because drooling from the side, I can see that the chopsticks keep sticking into the bowl and that this may be their best food, and I can't imagine who can eat this kind of food all the time, let alone yearn for it as delicious. What do they eat on weekdays? Watching Xiao Maoguang try to pluck the rice, his eyes staring directly at the vegetable bowl, but the chopsticks only stretched out to the pickle pimple, my nose was sore, and tears were about to fall, so I raised my head and forced it back.

A few of them, it seems, have also noticed, haven't they seen such a quiet? Even Sissi, who loves to pick delicious food, didn't say anything, sat there honestly to eat, while accepting their kindness, while sandwiching potatoes into the bowl of the child next to Mr. Lu, looking at his bright eyes, I felt that my nose was sour again, Mr. Lu said leave him alone, you just eat, and then Aunt Lu patted him on the buttocks, and said Ermao, how does grandma usually teach you? How can you grab food with customers?

Then I saw that his eyes dimmed, and he reluctantly put the potatoes in the bowl back into my bowl, squatted on the threshold and pulled the rice grains for a while, and his head was little by little, but he didn't turn back, and he looked unhappy, so I said to Aunt Lu what it mattered, let the child eat if he likes to eat, and eat more and eat well to grow bigger. Aunt Lu nodded yes again and again, but I knew that she was not at ease, not that she was not distressed, but she couldn't afford it due to limited conditions, and this home, to describe it as a family with four walls, is not too much at all. (To be continued.) )