The town is crisscrossed by ditches and has abundant water resources. Even if you dig a well at the highest point of the town, you don't need to dig ten meters deep to see the clear spring water. Because of the convenience of digging wells, the townspeople like to dig a well in each street to make it easier for residents to use water. As if about an appointment, the wellheads of these wells are octagonal, so everyone calls these wells octagonal wells, but because of the different neighborhoods, they are named the octagonal wells of XX Street. No one has counted how many wells there are in the town, but the town of Octagon got its name from this well.

There is a wonderful feature of these wells, that is, the taste of the well water in each well is different, and outsiders cannot taste it, and only people who have lived in Bajiao Town for a long time can feel the magic in it. For example, when people in the town celebrate New Year's holidays or have a woman in the family who has a child, they like to use glutinous rice to make "sweet wine". At this time, the people of the town like to go to an octagonal well next to the East River on East Street to get water, and they are close to the distance, because the water quality of this well is particularly suitable for making sweet wine, and the sweet wine made from this well water is incomparable to that made from other well water.

This side of the water and soil has nurtured tens of thousands of people in Bajiao Town. The girls in the town are all smart-looking, fair-skinned and smooth, and they seem to be able to blow a bullet, and the people in the nearby cities are proud to be able to marry the girls of Octagon Town.

The men of Octagon Town are not lost either. Because of the profound cultural heritage, it is also said that there are several martial arts masters who live in seclusion here. Therefore, the atmosphere of advocating literature and martial arts in the town is very strong. There were people from nearby villages who went to Octagon Town to provoke together, and were beaten up by several young men in Octagon Town, and the beaten people went back and moved to several nearby villages where martial arts masters came to Octagon Town to seek justice, and were taken by a martial arts master who lived in seclusion in Octagon Town with a few apprentices, and they were beaten to the ground in a few rounds and rolled out of Octagon Town. Since then, the prestige of "the people of Octagon Town are very capable of fighting" has spread far and wide, and no one dares to come to the town to spread wilderness.

There has always been a legend in the town of Octagonal, which is familiar to all ages. It is said that before the opening of the port of Octagonal Town, there were only a few scattered families to live, at that time there was a monk who passed by here and made a short stay, during the period in the vicinity of the back and forth observation of several times after saying that the terrain here is like a Taishi chair, the Taishi chair is backed by the southwest, facing the northwest, people live in it, just like sitting on the Taishi chair, overlooking the overall situation, everything is in full view, it is really a rare feng shui treasure. Soon after he left, people donated money to build several temples in what is now Bajiao Town, and then the number of people who settled in Bajiao Town gradually increased, and the town was officially established in 1444 during the Qing Dynasty. Counting carefully, the town of Octagon has a history of more than 500 years.

Tang Boqiang was born in such a small town where various cultures converge, inclusive, and the residents studied and grew up in the town......

On a winter afternoon in 1971, Ouyang Qingfang, the head teacher of the second grade class of Zhonghua Primary School in Bajiao Town, sat alone in her dormitory and office in a daze.

She is in her early thirties, tall, with a straight waist, it is said that a few years ago an illness left her with the sequelae of crooked corners of her mouth, which made her look average Although she does not look hideous, but it must not be good-looking, especially in Octagon Town, where there are many beauties, her appearance should be listed as "ugly".

But her students didn't agree with that at all. They felt her motherly love from Teacher Ouyang. She taught in a very methodical way, allowing students to maintain their interest in learning both at school and at home, which was a miracle in the environment where the "uselessness of reading" was rampant at that time, and she won the respect of the people of Octagon Town.

Octagonal Town is small, but there are many good deeds. According to the results of their "investigation", Ouyang Qingfang was born in a landlord family, and received a good cultural education since she was a child, her husband is a college student, and he is also from a landlord family. It is not difficult to understand why her quality and ability are so strong. At that time, Bajiao Town gathered a lot of such people, and it also laid a solid talent foundation for the education level and college entrance examination rate of Bajiao Town to rank first in the county in the next few years.

At this moment, Ouyang Qingfang came back to her senses from her daze and sighed softly, a kind of helplessness was written all over the young woman's face. Yes, her husband was sent to the farm, the two sons were fostered in their grandfather's house, and they came to Octagon Town alone, the kind of misery is only known to herself, but she also understands that no matter how bitter she is, she must swallow it alone, her relatives are already bitter enough, she is not willing to let her relatives share these pains, and she can't let her relatives who are already in pain come to "add a hundred pounds" again.

Walking out of the dormitory, although it is the winter sunset, it still feels very warm on the body, Ouyang Qingfang moved his arm, suddenly his heart moved, and he quickly walked to the podium of the classroom, the students who were originally quietly studying were even quieter, they all raised their heads and stared at Teacher Ouyang, thinking that Teacher Ouyang had a new story to tell, because usually the teacher always told them stories from time to time, every time after telling the story, the teacher would tell them which book the story came from, and said that when you learn enough words, You can also read these books on your own and see more stories. These stories and the words of the teacher have sown the seeds of love for learning and love of reading in these small hearts.

But today, Ouyang Qingfang did not tell a story, but asked all the students to go to the playground to divide into four groups to do a passing game. The game is simple, students from each group gather around and pass a small basketball to each other. One is the playful nature of children, and the other is that children like the winter sunshine very much, and they quickly move separately according to the natural group.

Ouyang Qingfang's attention was always on a student named Tang Boqiang. Since she took over the class in the first grade, she found that the student named Tang Boqiang in the class was so different: his skin was very white, whiter than all the girls in the class, his body was thin, he rarely spoke, and he rarely went out of the classroom in his spare time, and he took first place in every exam without exception. In Ouyang Qingfang's eyes, his only bad thing is that he doesn't like to participate in sports activities, he seems very passive and reluctant every time he does sports activities, Ouyang Qingfang guesses, this is probably related to his poor health.

Out of his mind, Tang Boqiang's group was in chaos, and the tall Ouyang Qingfang saw Tang Boqiang fall to the ground at a glance, she walked over quickly to help Tang Boqiang up, because in winter, he wore a lot of clothes, which made Tang Boqiang's thin body look very bloated. She helped him pat the dust on his clothes, and observed while patting, and found that Tang Boqiang had an obvious ball mark on the left side of his face, and the skin on the back of his right palm was broken and oozing blood, which was obviously caused by falling after being hit by the ball.

She took his hand and walked into the dormitory, put a "red potion" on his injured hand, and asked as she rubbed: Does it hurt? Tang Boqiang nodded lightly, biting his lip from beginning to end, with tears in his eyes, he just didn't say a word.