Chapter 1120: You're Good to Me, I'm Good to You. (Page 1/1)

Jiang Yi has already seen the houses in the village all the way, to be honest, the houses are even more dilapidated than she thought, if you want to compare with Jiang Yi's grandmother's village before, it really can't even compare with the conditions of the village, so Jiang Yi has been mentally prepared for the conditions of the small village.

But what I didn't expect was that when I got out of the car, I saw that the small houses in the village were better than most of the houses in the village.

The old village chief saw that Jiang Yi opened the door for him, hurriedly came down and slowly closed the door, and then immediately led a few people to the house on the left: "Come into the house, come into the house, it's all frozen, it's warm and warm when you enter the house." ”

"This is the place where our village elementary school is prepared for the teacher to live, I am afraid that the teacher will not be used to living in the village, so I will clean up these two rooms, it happens that the two rooms are separated, if you don't dislike Teacher Jiang and Teacher Zhou, will you live here tonight?"

"Village chief, you're welcome, we can live anywhere."

As soon as Jiang Yi entered the door, he felt a hot breath coming.

In fact, it is not yet the cold time of winter, but I heard the village chief on the road just now, saying that I don't know what is going on this year, and there is a lot of rain, especially this time, it has been raining for a few days.

As soon as it rains, it is wet and cold, and the cold will penetrate into the human body, so if you don't warm yourself by fire, you can't stand the cold and dampness at all.

As soon as Jiang Yi entered the house, she saw that the house was cleaned up quickly and warmly, the room she was going to live in was separated from the kitchen of Bai Zhou Jiuxin's on Saturday, and the teacher who stayed here for a short time before should have cooked by herself.

I heard that the village chief was telling Aunt Osmanthus that he wanted to find a quilt for Jiang Yi to go home again.

"It's really not good, I'll bring the new quilt made for Yuqin at home?"

Aunt Osmanthus looked at Jiang Yi's little girl standing there, and immediately prepared to bring over the quilt that the family had prepared for her daughter's wedding.

The old village chief also knew that it was not easy to save a bed for marriage, and he didn't know how long it took to get together just the cotton.

But thinking that Jiang Yi and they came here for the sake of the children, although the old village chief felt a little sorry for Yuqin, he still gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, take it, let's go back and find a way to save one for Yuqin." ”

"What are you doing here, it's not all for the village, Teacher Jiang is a good person, I'm willing to do it." When Aunt Osmanthus heard this, she immediately shook her head and said with a smile.

After saying that, he turned his head and went out, and talked to his daughter first.

Aunt Osmanthus Yuqin was busy in the kitchen, and after hearing it, she didn't even hesitate, so she urged directly:

"Mom, go get it, my noodles are almost ready, I'll serve them while they're hot, you bring the quilt over and we'll clean it up, just let Teacher Jiang and them eat and rest early, listen to the old master, Teacher Jiang, they must be tired after a day."

As soon as the old village chief came back, he told Jiang Yi and the others about coming all the way, especially how difficult it was to come in the rain, and the people in the village looked at Jiang Yi at this time

If Jiang Yi hadn't heard it, maybe Aunt Osmanthus would have really gone home and brought the new quilt.

There was a girl with big braids, who came in with a warm pot and a teacup, and when she saw Jiang Yi's face turned red first, she shouted shyly, "Teacher Jiang." ”

Jiang Yi wanted to say that she was not a teacher, but the old village chief insisted on calling it so, and it is estimated that the people in the village also decided that it was the teacher who came to build the school, otherwise what else could it be, it must be the teacher who cares about whether the children have a book or not.

"Just call me Xiaoman, I heard them call you Yuqin?" Jiang Yi washed his hands, went over to take the warm pot and said with a smile.

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