"It rained a lot yesterday." Shippo babbled.

Ye Jinyu turned her head and emphasized: "It's a storm, and the house is about to fall." ”

Luckily he slept in a small shed, otherwise he would have had to swim when he woke up this morning.

"Haha, it's really a storm, and the window paper in my house is broken."

Shippo was in a good mood, who told him to have a rare pet, and his little brother who had followed him before came to his house to watch, but he wouldn't let them touch his treasure.

Last night's rainstorm not only destroyed Ye Jinyan's house, but most of the houses in the village were also damaged.

If there is a sesame mung bean in the village, they have to find their village manager, and this matter unsurprisingly fell on Zhao Zhengyang's head.

In the morning, Zhao Zhengyang just opened the door, and saw a group of people standing at the door. Zhao Zhengyang invited them all into the hall and poured tea for everyone.

The villagers all looked sad, and they didn't drink the tea in their hands, and someone sighed and said: "Yesterday's rain was too great, and it destroyed my rice fields, so don't think about a harvest this month." ”

Rice is harvested twice a year, mainly in summer and autumn, and now that the rice fields are rotten, and the grain that is about to be harvested has also flown away, how can they have the heart to drink tea.

Zhao Zhengyang frowned, this cropper lives on rice, and he has no spare money in his hands, and sometimes he has to pay taxes to the government, and the harvest of this field has become a problem.

Zhao Zhengyang rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and asked, "What has become of the field?" ”

The villagers looked at each other and did not answer, but one of the villagers, who had been silent before, replied: "All the seedlings have been killed, and some ripe rice has also been broken. ”

"Then it's better to go up to the mountains and hunt." Zhao Zhengyang proposed, "Everyone can hunt some game in the mountains to resist for a while, and then repair the fields by the way, which should be able to ensure food and clothing." ”

This was just an idea of his, and he didn't know if it was feasible, but the villagers gradually calmed down.

Zhao Zhengyang felt that this method should be acceptable to them.

"That's a trick!" They didn't drink a sip of water, so they hurriedly got up and took their leave.

Zhao Zhengyang followed them to the door, and saw a bunch of people standing outside waiting for him, this time with a bitter and bitter appearance.

Zhao Zhengyang patted his cheongsam, looked at their gloomy faces and asked, "You guys are also because of yesterday's storm?" ”

They shook their heads and said, "No, we are because of Mr. Yuan's business." ”

Zhao Zhengyang looked at it fixedly, only to find that these people standing at the door looked a little strange, and they didn't seem to be from their village, but should be the parents of private school students.

As far as he knew, although Mr. Yuan was arrogant, he had always been very responsible, and he did not know what he had done to alarm the parents of these students.

Zhao Zhengyang sent the villagers out and invited the parents of these students in.

Wu came out of the stove and poured them a few cups of tea before retreating, and she had not been active in the village for the last few days, but stayed at home all day.

"Well, what do you mean by that?" The middle-aged woman in a rough cloth dress wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "I thought that if I sent that stinky boy to study in a private school, I would be able to make a little difference in the future, and no matter how bad it was, I could take the exam as a child, but I didn't expect this to happen before I studied for long!" ”

Zhao Zhengyang calmed her emotions and asked softly, "What's the matter?" ”

He hadn't dealt with Mr. Yuan for a long time, and the parents of the neighbors here really couldn't spare time.

The middle-aged woman sitting on the seat wiping her tears was Du Yun's mother, and their family was in the fabric business, so the clothes she wore were rough but excellent in the village.

Sitting next to her was Du Yun's father, surnamed Du Minger, their family was poor before, but then they didn't know what to do and suddenly made a fortune, and now they are covered in copper smell, and they sat there and hummed for a long time.

In addition to Du Yun's parents, the parents of several children also sat there, but they did not speak, but kept listening to Zhao Zhengyang and Du Yun's parents.

Du Yun's mother's tears flowed more and more, until Du Yun's taciturn father spoke.

"Mr. Yuan stole a book in the town and was locked up by the government, and I heard that he didn't admit his mistake, so he couldn't come out."

"Stealing books?" Zhao Zhengyang's brows furrowed.

How can Mr. Yuan be a person who likes to steal books, he usually works as a private school teacher, doesn't he have a salary every month, it shouldn't be to the point of stealing.

Seeing that Zhao Zhengyang didn't believe it, several parents next to him also explained: "That's true, we also heard it, I heard that he didn't admit his mistake after stealing the book, and then he was directly put in prison, and I don't know when I will be able to come out." ”

"Even if I can come out, I don't want him to teach my children!" Du Yun's father snorted and said, "How can a thief teach his children well, what should children do if they are taught by him to steal other people's things?" ”

Du Yun's mother put the handkerchief on the table, raised her eyes to look at Zhao Zhengyang, and agreed: "So we are here to ask you to change Mr." ”

At the beginning, it was Zhao Zhengyang's idea to set up a private school, and it was also Zhao Zhengyang's leader to start a private school, and of course he was the first to find him if there was a problem.

Parents all over the world, who wants their children to be taught badly, but this is difficult for Zhao Zhengyang.

There are not many people in the village who can teach children to read and write, and even if there are, it is estimated that there are other things to do, and the salary for teaching is really small, and no one will do this kind of hard work.

Besides, everyone in the village who has passed the children's examination has gone to a bigger town, who will teach here?

It's really hard to do.

Seeing that Zhao Zhengyang didn't speak, those people became even more angry: "Zhao Lizheng, it was the private school you introduced to us at the beginning, but now Mr. Yuan has a problem, don't you want to leave it alone." ”

Although they are richer than the average villager, they still speak with the same rudeness.

Zhao Zhengyang muttered: "Then it's better to take half a month's vacation first, and then come back when I find the right person." ”

"Waiting for you to find the right person? I'll be old by the time you find the right person! "They all know that there is no one in Shili Eight Village who can be a teacher.

"For today's plan, there is only one way, you let me make decisions, and I can't think of a good way for a while, so I can only take one step at a time." Zhao Zhengyang spread his hands and said helplessly.

The parents of the students who were originally aggressive suddenly lost their temper, and what Zhao Zhengyang said was indeed right, no matter how much they forced Zhao Zhengyang, they couldn't force a living teacher.