"Want to learn to write?" Dogan looked at the shiny pen in Lynch's hand, and was a little overwhelmed for a while. At this time, Zhang Xin also walked over, looking at the dog, his eyes were full of encouragement.

Dogdan picked up the pen and drew a line on the paper tremblingly, then thrust the pen back into Lynch's hand and shook his head in frustration.

"No, I can't write." Lynch smiled, took a pen and wrote the word "Cui" on the paper, then pointed to it and said to the dog: "Look, this is your surname, it doesn't matter if you can't write it, we will teach you slowly, you are still young, and you have time to learn these things."

Then Lynch got up and walked around the back of the dog, stuffed the pen into the dogdan's hand, and held his hand to teach him.

"Look, isn't that just going to be written!" Goudan looked at the neat words on the paper, his face showed great pride, and Zhang Xin also stood beside them and praised him.

Lynch felt that Goudan was simply a piece of learning material, thinking that after this matter was over, he must react with the village chief and organize the construction of a school in the village, after all, no matter how poor he is, he can't be poor in education.

Grandma Cui sat in the back, watching the three of them writing around the table, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist, she knew that over the years, Goudan had lost her father's love and mother's love since she was a child, and she had suffered so much gossip in the village, and her personality had become dull, since Lynch and Zhang Xin came to their house, Goudan's smile gradually increased, these three people were together, like a family, thinking of this, Grandma Cui's heart The idea became stronger and stronger.

After these two days of life in the village, the students are now more and more familiar with the environment here, busy in the morning, free in the afternoon, the boys in Zhang Xin's class spontaneously went to the field to do farm work, they pulled their trouser legs, put a yellowed towel around their necks, and planted seedlings in the field, and the girls sat in twos and threes with the women in the village under the big willow tree at the head of the village, learning how to weave sweaters into various patterns, and there was no shelf that came here at that time.

Zhou Hui has been confused by what happened to her and Zhou Ren that day for the past two days, and after class this morning, she refused the invitation of the girls in the same class to buy clothes together, and returned to her residence by herself.

Zhou Ren got off the night shift and came to Zhou Hui's downstairs unconsciously, he knew that the events of that day must have caused Zhou Hui's trouble, otherwise with Zhou Hui's temperament, he would not sneak away without saying hello to him.

"Xiaohui!"

Zhou Ren saw Zhou Hui walking back slowly with her schoolbag on her back, and walked up to say hello to her with the attitude of dying early and surviving early. Zhou Hui didn't expect Zhou Ren to take the initiative to come to her this time, thinking of the events of that day, she felt that the blood all over her body was like being boiled, Zhou Ren saw Zhou Hui's extremely unnatural appearance, and concluded in her heart that it must have been the events of that day that made her think more.

"As soon as I woke up that day, I found that you were gone, and you don't have a headache." Zhou Ren didn't make too many transitions and jumped straight to the topic.

"Ah, I woke up that day and found that I was going to be late, and when I saw that you were sleeping, I didn't call you again, so I cleaned up and left first."

Zhou Ren listened to Zhou Hui's words, secretly snickered in his heart, and thought to himself, this girl is quite smart, but she will go down the stairs.

"I was drunk that night, I don't remember anything, please forgive me for any offense." Zhou Ren said as he handed a mouthful of crisp in his hand to Zhou Hui, he remembered that when he was a child, he always wrapped a few pieces of crisp in paper in Zhou Hui's pocket in Jiangcheng, and he didn't know if her taste had changed over the years.

I don't know if Zhou Hui because of a mouthful of crisp or because of Zhou Ren's explanation, from the reserve just now immediately turned into a smile, she opened the package with a smile, pinched a mouthful of crisp with her fingers and put it in her mouth, the crispy and sweet taste filled her mouth at once, Zhou Ren saw that she had returned to her old appearance, and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

The director of the museum received a letter from Lynch, and felt that this matter might be related to China's understanding of ancient history, so he did not dare to delay for a moment, and immediately dispatched several experts and contacted the police to help maintain the safety of the cultural relics, and drove a special car to the village.

Lynch was teaching the dog to learn English, and the squad leader didn't have time to knock on the door, so he ran in in a panic, and when Lynch saw the squad leader like this, he thought there was something wrong with the cultural relics, and immediately stood up.

"Teacher, it seems that someone is coming from the museum, and there is a special car, and there are police officers behind it."

Lynch had been prepared for this battle for a long time, after all, this village contained huge treasures, and it was also worthy of the curator's enthusiasm. No one in the village had ever seen what a car looked like, and after a while, the car parked at the head of the village was surrounded by villagers, and some children were excitedly turning the steering wheel with their hands, and their mouths made a whining sound.

The people in the car got out of the car one after another, and Lynch also came to the entrance of the village at this time, and hurriedly shook hands with those experts one by one.

"What! You say that in our village, there is a national treasure? Those broken bricks and tiles are the things that our ancestors handed down? After listening to Lynch and the experts, the village chief didn't believe that there were still treasures hidden in this poor village, so he quickly stood up from the stool, thinking that Lynch might have made a mistake in identification, how could there be such a precious thing in this poor country.

"Yes, those broken bricks and tiles are engraved on them, which are the cultural relics of our country, the reason why I didn't explain the facts to you before was because I was afraid that these cultural relics would be damaged, and now that people from the museum and the police station are here, I can tell you with confidence." Lynch took a sip of tea and explained to the village chief little by little.

Fortunately, the village chief is also a person with some knowledge, and after listening to their explanations, he also understands the importance of it. Then Lynch took the expert to the house of the man with a lot of oracle bones. The man put all the oracle bones that could be found on the table, and the expert put on his glasses and examined them one by one, shaking his head as he looked, the joy on his face was palpable.

After a day's journey, the experts were already a little tired, so Lynch settled them down, and made an appointment to go door-to-door with the experts tomorrow morning to assess the cultural relics, and the police also began to take turns on duty at the head of the village, for fear that a careless dealer of antiquities who bought and sold the antiquities would target the cultural relics.

Today, Grandma Cui made the same noodles as last night, and Zhang Xin ate three bowls this time, and she kept walking back and forth in the yard. Lynch lit an oil lamp and numbered the artifacts in the courtyard in preparation for tomorrow's identification.

Zhang Xin knew the seriousness of the matter this time, so she helped Mrs. Cui into the house, and took a piece of clothing in the house and draped it on Lynch.

Grandma Cui's home is not electrified, the lighting only relies on the two oil lamps on the table, Zhang Xin sat cross-legged on the kang and Grandma Cui face to face, the dog is a child after all, can't sit still, so he took out the ten chicks he just bought a few days ago in a cardboard box one by one, and played with them on the ground.

Grandma Cui looked at Zhang Xin in front of her, after these two days of getting along, she really likes this girl from the bottom of her heart, cultured, kind, capable, polite, Grandma Cui has lived for more than 80 years, read countless people, and know that she is a person worthy of trust when she looks at this girl, Grandma Cui touched the two thick braids tied to the back of Zhang Xin, and sighed.

"When I was younger, my hair was as dark and shiny as yours. It's just that it was the end of the Qing Dynasty at that time, and all of them were fleeing to fight, and my mother took me all the way to escape, and I thought that the hair was too troublesome, so I cut it all at once with scissors. Grandma Cui combed Zhang Xin's hair with strands of fingers, recalling the events of the year.

"At that time, the foreign devil's plane was really loud, just above my head, flying around, dropping bombs on the plane, blowing up broken arms and legs all around, my mother in order to save me, held me in her arms, was hit on the head by the splashed stones, and died." Speaking of this, a few tears flowed from Grandma Cui's cloudy eyes.