"Yes." Wang Zheng nodded seriously.

"Why?"

"This Hope Primary School was built with my funds."

Wang Zheng's words were undoubtedly like a bombshell, which made Song Ziye even more impressed by the man he had already entrusted.

With ability, story, ideals, and love, no one will not be tempted by such a good young man. Those who are already tempted will be even more tempted.

On the campus, the two five-story teaching buildings are quite imposing, and the primary school students are in class at this time, and the sound of reading can be heard from time to time on the campus.

"This hope primary school can solve the problem of 1,000 migrant workers' children having difficulty in studying." Wang Zheng stood outside the school gate, with a bright look in his eyes: "Of course, for the whole of China, this is tantamount to a drop in the bucket." But I can do as much as I can. ”

Song Ziye's eyes were equally bright: "How many other schools have you built like this?" ”

"There is another one in the north of Nanjiang, which is now under construction." Wang Zheng raised his chin slightly, squinted at the teaching building, and said: "From the design drawings to the approval to the completion, it only took half a year, which is a very fast speed in Huaxia." ”

Song Ziye held Wang Zheng's hand and looked at him with burning eyes, the image of this beloved man in her mind at this time was a little taller: "You let me see another you, another you that others can't see." ”

"I think I'm lucky to see you like this."

Song Ziye's voice was very gentle, and his eyes were also very gentle, so gentle that Wang Zheng wanted to sink into it and not come out again.

"Actually, the strength of one person is really too thin, I just do my best, I can see the shadow of me in these children, so I want to help them."

Song Ziye smiled affectionately, and then said, "Let's go, let's go in and have a look." ”

"Well, I haven't come to see it since school started." Wang Zheng said: "I just funded the construction, and I lost all the teacher recruitment in the later stage to the local education bureau, of course, they don't know my name, only the local deputy mayor in charge of education knows about me." ”

"Why don't you leave the name? If it is changed to Wang Zheng Hope Primary School, I am afraid that those children will be grateful to you when they grow up. ”

"You know that's not what I care about." Wang Zheng smiled, said hello to the security guard, and then led Song Ziye into the school gate.

The new cinder runway, the new teaching building, and the sound of reading give people a high-spirited atmosphere. In the midst of it, Wang Zheng also felt that he was several years younger.

Walking in the corridor next to the classroom, looking at the children sitting inside, Song Ziye's heart rippled with warm emotions.

"The efficiency of Yicheng's education system is really high, from the recruitment of teachers to the opening of the whole school, I am afraid it will not take long." Song Ziye exclaimed.

"Their deputy mayor in charge of education and I are old acquaintances, so naturally we have to be polite." Wang Zheng is also very satisfied with the operation of this hope primary school.

But at this moment, suddenly there was a discordant voice.

"This application problem is so simple, stand up for me if you don't do it right!" A middle-aged woman stood on the podium and slammed the podium with a bamboo pole in her hand.

In a class of fifty people, more than twenty people stood up at once.

The people who come to this school are all children of migrant workers, all of them are wearing the old clothes of their older brothers and sisters, and the skin on their faces is not as white and tender as that of children in big cities.

There is no way, the children of the poor are in charge of the family early, and the so-called life comes into contact with them too early, which also makes these children more precocious physically and mentally. Going to school, these two words are a very luxurious and happy thing for them.

Since it's happiness, you can't let it become a sad thing.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, you will never have a long memory!" The middle-aged female teacher was slightly chubby, crossed her hands on her waist, and said: "Such a simple question, I always make mistakes, and I lower the average score of the class, when can you make me worry!" ”

The female teacher stepped off the podium, grabbed a boy's ear, pulled and twisted it hard, and dragged the boy's body crookedly, grinning in pain, and his ears were all red.

Song Ziye gasped at night.

The middle-aged female teacher twisted her ears one by one and twisted more than 20 elementary school students, and some timid girls were directly scared and cried. The ears were red, and some of the male students tried to rub their ears, but they were stopped by the female teacher.

"Don't rub your ears, I want you to have a long memory, you haven't heard of the knowledge you usually talk about in lectures, what are you doing with long ears? Is it used to drink porridge? ”

The students were afraid to come out, but Wang Zheng clearly saw that there was a trace of anger in the eyes of several male students.

"Is such a teacher also considered a teacher?" Song Zi was angry at night and said, "I'm going to go in and stop her." ”

"Wait and see." Wang Zheng's voice was a little low: "These teachers have been recruited, and it is estimated that there is deep discrimination against these children of migrant workers, and they are not distressed if they are not their own children." ”

At this time, the middle-aged female teacher walked to the back row and saw a boy with his right hand on his cheek, but his eyes were closed, apparently asleep in class.

The female teacher was so angry that she picked up the bamboo pole in her hand and jerked it at the boy!

"I'll let you sleep in class, I'll let you sleep in class!"

The female teacher twitched without sparing, and the little boy was woken up, and he didn't dare to hide, only holding his head with both hands and gritting his teeth.

Because he knows that if he dodges, the consequences may be even more serious.

"If you want to sleep, I'll let you sleep enough!" The female teacher twitched more than a dozen times, probably because she was tired, so she slapped the table and said, "Wu Xiaoqiang, you stand up for me!" ”

"Aren't we going in to stop it? That's a schoolboy, just let her fight like this? Doesn't it hurt? Song Ziye couldn't help it.

"Wait, there must be a reason why this kid sleeps in class." Wang Zheng's eyes narrowed and stopped Song Ziye.

The little boy named Wu Xiaoqiang didn't say a word, stood up, and lowered his head.

"Take off your coat and get me out! Don't you want to sleep? Now let me out and freeze it, and I'll see if you can still sleep! ”

Wu Xiaoqiang's eyes showed a hint of pleading, but after seeing his teacher's disgusted expression, he still took off his padded jacket, turned his face and walked out.

Outside, but the temperature was close to zero, Wu Xiaoqiang was wearing a thin sweater, and as soon as he came out, he shivered.

"Stand in the corner of the wall!" The female teacher whipped another whip and shouted angrily.

The cold wind was howling outside, and Wu Xiaoqiang was blown through all of a sudden, shivering from the cold.

But the female teacher did not have the slightest mercy, and another whip was whipped on Wu Xiaoqiang's hand, leaving a blood-red mark.

"Give me a lesson, I don't see if you can sleep! The son of a migrant worker is just unproductive! The female teacher turned and entered the classroom and slammed the door shut.

Hearing this, Wang Zheng clearly saw that the boy named Wu Xiaoqiang had a cold look in his eyes, and Wang Zheng's eyes were also extremely cold.

Song Ziye hurriedly ran over, and was about to take off his new down jacket and hand it to Wu Xiaoqiang.

But Wu Xiaoqiang shook his head and rejected Song Ziye's kindness.

"Tell me, why are you sleeping in class?" Wang Zheng walked over and bent down slightly, his voice was kind, and his eyes were warm.

Wu Xiaoqiang was already frozen with snot, glanced at Wang Zheng stubbornly, then turned his face to look at the teacher, and found that the other party didn't pay attention to this side, and then whispered: "I'm too sleepy." ”

"Didn't you get a good night's sleep?" Wang Zheng continued to ask.

Song Ziye was a little anxious and wanted to put clothes on the little boy, but was stopped by Wang Zheng with his eyes.

Wu Xiaoqiang said: "Have a good sleep." ”

"Then why are you still sleepy during the day?"

"Because I got up too early in the morning."

"What are you doing so early?"

"It's freezing on the cold road, my mom fell and hurt, so I went to deliver milk to her in the morning."

"What time do you wake up?" How many homes of milk were delivered? ”

"I got up at three o'clock, and sent one hundred and thirty-seven." Wu Xiaoqiang's voice was flat.

"How old are you?" Wang Zheng's eyes were very warm.

"Eleven."

"Here, put it on, and follow me back to the classroom." Wang Zheng took off his coat and put it on Wu Xiaoqiang's patched sweater.

Hearing this, a trace of hesitation flashed in Wu Xiaoqiang's eyes.

"It's okay, come back with me."

Wang Zheng patted Wu Xiaoqiang's shoulder and said, "Go back and go to class well." ”

And Song Ziye on the side was already red at this time. She had never seen a boy as young as eleven begin to carry the burden of the family. In the capital, there are many second ancestors who are over 30 years old, still doing nothing, enjoying the life of the second ancestor with peace of mind, and living in the shadow of their parents without heart and lungs.

In comparison, a boy like Wu Xiaoqiang seems to be more worthy of a man.

"But the teacher hasn't let me go back yet." Wu Xiaoqiang sniffed, and in just a few minutes, he was already frozen all over, but fortunately, Wang Zheng's thick coat brought him a lot of warmth.

"What a good boy." Wang Zheng smiled and said, "Go, follow me in." ”

Wu Xiaoqiang was skeptical, but finally nodded and turned around silently.

The teacher's door was opened, and the female teacher couldn't help but say angrily when she saw Wu Xiaoqiang appear in front of the door: "Who asked you to come back?" Get the hell out of here! ”

Wu Xiaoqiang looked at the teacher and did not answer, looking very calm, because, on his shoulder, there was another warm and powerful hand.

Wang Zheng appeared behind Wu Xiaoqiang and said with a smile: "I am Xiaoqiang's brother, hello teacher." ”

The female teacher was a little suspicious, looked at Wang Zheng and Song Ziye, and didn't seem to believe that this man and the beautiful and somewhat unreasonable woman next to him could have anything to do with Wu Xiaoqiang, the son of a migrant worker.

"You're his brother?"

Wang Zheng said: "Yes, teacher, can you let my brother go back to class first?" ”

PS: Regarding the issue of corporal punishment of students, I wanted to write something as early as the child abuse incident in Wenling Kindergarten, and it has been delayed until now. At that time, it looked really indignant. As for this ear-twisting incident, it was also something that Blaze often experienced when he was in junior high school, when he was too honest and stood up every time he made a mistake, and he still remembers the feeling of his ears being twisted and making a ringing sound, sweat.