At night, the insects and frogs outside He Lu's window were like a chorus, and the excitement and joy stimulated He Baozheng to sleep all night.

As soon as the morning dawned, He Baozheng carried a broken gong all over the village and beat it, startling everyone in every household. This broken gong He Baozheng has not been used for a long time, usually when the village fights to call people, who in the village has an amazing happy event to the whole village or some important person in the village has died, shouting everyone to get up together to be lively will use this gong.

This lonely little village has not heard this broken gong for a long time.

"Lao He, what day is it today, you beat this gong early in the morning, is it anyone's child who has a daughter-in-law, and there is a happy wine to drink!" A village woman laughed at He Baozheng and asked jokingly.

"It's more happy than anyone's happy event, and the children at home hurry up to the big tree in front of my house to gather, and then I have something important to announce, and you will regret it at night!"

He Baozheng didn't say anything, but said that the matter was very serious, the village generally does not casually convene people to joke, everyone looked at He Baozheng's expression, there are people who go to the ground, hurry up and send someone to the family to see what happened, in case the court wants to do something, taxation or service, it is not a trivial matter.

Rural people are so weird, when everyone doesn't move, everyone will stand and watch. But if one family moves, there will be a second and a third house that will follow, and then more and more people will go and everyone will join in the fun.

Everyone hasn't been visiting the door for a long time, and occasionally they meet and stand and say a few words. No matter how bad the door is, you have to prepare something to eat and drink, but whose family has so much surplus food that can be taken out and made vigorously? If you don't come to my house, I won't go to your house, and everyone can save a lot of food by closing the door.

In the morning, everyone generally chooses to choose the ground, because the sun at this time is relatively gentle and not too scorching. But everyone saw that everyone was rushing to He Baozheng's house, for fear that they would be late and suffer a loss, so they stopped what they were doing and rushed over. Today's rare opportunity is not a visit, everyone gets together is idle nonsense. Under the lush camphor tree, a large group of people gathered, all looking for a place to sit, asking each other about their plans for this year's field and last year's harvest in the field, and asking about the shortcomings of the east and west families.

When it comes to the harvest in the field and this year's plans, many people shake their heads, this land is too thin, and if they continue to plant, there will be less and less grain every year.

I don't know who first talked about the situation of Liang Chuan's family, and now the hot spot has shifted instantly, and everyone has talked about the situation of Liang Chuan's family.

"Eh, let me say, are you talking about the beggar couple who lived in Lao Li's house? Their house seems to have caught fire last year, didn't it? ”

"Yes, yes, yes." The old woman who followed the stubble said several words in a row, and said: "I seem to have seen the son of the old Li family come back, but too many years have passed, and I can't tell if it is the eldest son of the old Li family, and my hand is broken." ”

"Did you see that too?"

Quite a few people nodded. "This person is really fateful, so many people have gone out, and it is the first time I have seen someone who has come back after being a soldier. By the way, he seems to live in the ancestral hall of our He clan with those two beggar couples. ”

"When I came to the ancestral hall in the Chinese New Year's Eve, I saw them living here!"

"Didn't you see it when you first came, now there are more than two beggars, and a few more people are sitting in the courtyard of the ancestral hall to weave bamboo edits! And the son of the old Li family! ”

Several women looked at the bamboo weaving artists, their eyes full of envy. If you can do this kind of handicraft yourself, sit at home and do housework, help you do a few things, you can subsidize a lot of household miles.

"There have been a lot of people in our village recently, and some people have planted sugar cane, you say, how much money can you sell for next year?"

"It's not that there are a lot of craftsmen who build houses, after the original Lao Li's house burned down, it seems that someone has built a new house in the original place, and the area is not small!"

"You don't know, the big mansion was built by this beggar Liang Chuan, and I don't know where this little beggar went to make so much money, and built such a big house, not much smaller than the old mansion of He Baozheng's family!"

"Tut-tut, it's been a long time since there has been such a capable person in our village. Feng Shui is turning. ”

Everyone, you say a word to me, have told the legendary story of Liangchuan, don't come to don't know, a frightened to hear, unconsciously, the village is now a big change, everyone is still like a frog at the bottom of the well, looking at the small sky overhead.

He Baozheng estimated that the whole village had walked around, and almost everyone who should have called had been called, and he returned to his house with the gong.

Under the tree, there were several circles of people sitting around, men, women and children, a few children were laughing and playing, and most of the adults looked unhappy, not unhappy, but the pressure of adults made them unable to smile.

When everyone saw that He Baozheng was back, they asked nonsense, what was going on, how long had it been, and how long had it been so lively under this tree.

He Baozheng stood on a stone on the tree, condescendingly said to everyone: "Everyone be quiet, I have something to announce!" The gong struck three more times, and everyone finally fell silent.

"At the beginning of spring this year, you may have noticed that we seem to be a little different, our village is lively, and there are more people. A lot of abandoned land has also been planted, and some villagers have even built large houses. ”

Everyone looked at He Baozheng, they had just discussed these topics, and they wanted to know the reason behind this.

"The reason for these changes boils down to one person, Liang Chuan of our village, San Lang!"

"Is it the little beggar who lived in the old Li family?"

"Yes, it's that little beggar!"

Everyone was in an uproar for a while, but they didn't expect it to be really that little beggar.

He Baozheng lowered everyone's voice and continued: "San Lang had an accident in the mountains last year, and after coming back, I didn't expect my brain to open my mind, and I came up with a lot of good ideas, have you seen the wasteland of Zheng Yuanwai's house, and now everyone has planted sugarcane, which was suggested by San Lang, as for why I planted so much sugarcane, I don't know, but the knowledge in people's stomachs is big, and we don't understand." ”

Those outsiders in the sugarcane fields laugh and laugh every day, and no one knows the Helu people who pass by, so they don't envy them. I am so happy to farm the land, and I feel that my bones are going to fall apart every day, and I have a stinky face when I return home.

"Now San Lang is teaching people to make bamboo weaving, as long as you have free at hand, you can go to others to learn to make bamboo weaving, San Lang said, as long as you are willing to learn, you will be treated equally, teach everyone how to weave bamboo weaving, this is a way to give everyone a livelihood, you go home and think about it, want to learn this craft, come and tell me, I will introduce to San Lang then!"

For a while, everyone was even more discussed, this craftsman is willing to teach casually? Is what Ho Baozheng said true? Regardless of whether it is true or not, since He Baozheng said it, he will go to him in private another day, and he will find out if it is okay or not.

"There is one more important thing, in a while, our village will also have its own school!" He Baozheng said excitedly, but everyone under the tree had a wooden face, as if this matter had nothing to do with him!

An old man who lives at the entrance of the village, also surnamed He, is about the same age as the third uncle, called He Jinyin, and said: "I said Jialuo, you don't know the situation in our village, now every family is living a hard life haha, who still has the ability to provide the doll to go to the school to read and write, don't say that Mr. Jiao's apprenticeship silver is that the extra rations are deducted from the mouth are tight, not to mention spending money to buy paper and pens." ”

He Jinyin's words represent the thoughts of most parents in the village, who can't study for anything else, just because they don't have money. Many people sighed, thinking that something good was going to happen because of this.

He Baozheng, who everyone was worried about, had thought about it before, so he called everyone together today. He Baozheng continued: "I know everyone's situation, our village has been poor for not a day or two, nor for ten or twenty years, but for decades. Why is it because we are illiterate, there is no way out! But now that there is a chance, there will be a school in the village, and there will be no money for going to school at that time, and you don't even need pens and paper from your house, you just need to send your children over to read and write! ”

What, this is like a heavy stone thrown into a calm lake, one stone stirs up a thousand waves, and the villagers suddenly explode! If everyone is grateful for letting everyone learn to weave bamboo, then letting children read for free is simply giving them a big opportunity to change the fate of the family!

Who wants their children to be able to herd sheep and plow the land all their lives, they also want to sit in the house and hold a pen to make money, and live a decent life in front of people.

"Jialuo, what's going on, who did such a big good deed, you tell us all, we have no money now, one day we will turn over, build a monument and build a temple for this great good man, if you can study, our village will have hope!"

He Baozheng told Liang Chuan about asking Meng Liangchen to be Mr. from beginning to end, and carefully explained the location of the school, the use of students, and the requirements for students to each villager.

"Jia Luo, don't worry, these little cubs dare to be disrespectful to Mr. and speak disrespectfully, you don't need you to teach them a lesson, we can't spare them first. As for clean clothes, it's even simpler, take some time to go to the stream every day to wash your clothes a few times, and you can still do it with a clean outfit. But Jialuo, didn't you really drink too much yesterday, you heard it right, you really don't want money? Everyone's eyes widened and looked directly at He Baozheng, pricked up their ears, and asked again.

"I really don't want money!"